Here’s the deal: recently, while browsing through an article at HUS I read several comments by Mike who was writing about his traumatic experiences in adolescence vis a vis women. I was angered by the general lack of empathy shown by the (mostly) female audience there. I consequently wrote a somewhat snarky comment about this abysmal state of affairs and also voiced my compassion with Mike. Her majesty (H.M.S.) Susan Walsh responded by promptly deleting my comment because of its “counterproductive, critical tone”.
Of course, this shouldn’t come as a surprise. After all the female-solipsistic imperative remains strong and vigorous even in supposedly male-friendly websites like HUS. So. Only female suffering is relevant. Only female matters matter. And men, in turn, matter only insofar as they are of use to women. Mrs Walsh can deny it all she wants but I – just like many others in the ‘manosphere’ – have become sceptical of her agenda and goal. Thus, I see my blog as a respite for men, a place where their grievances and concerns can be adressed, analyzed and discussed…in the hopes of finding remedies. Enough said. I dedicate the following article to Mike and wish him godspeed and the best of luck in his life.
Of the great many miseries and suffering Feminism has brought the West nothing, imo, can compare to the systematic psychological neutering of men and demonisation of masculinity itself. Not just because of the cruel, fascistic inhumanity of fiddling with and ‘engineering’ an entire sex but, more importantly, because of its diastrous consequences. Whereas since time immemorial men had had a clearcut set of ethics, behaviors and morals they could follow, they now had nothing, no compass, no direction. Their consciousness brainwashed and literally blankslated by massive educational and societal conditioning, they opted for the (seemingly) logical thing and desperately attempted to conform to Feminism’s comandments of “equality“, “respecting women” “male” “touchy-feely empathy“,
domestication “pacifism/passivism“…and all the other hogwash. In short…the Nice Guy was born. No strike that. The Nice Guy was systematically engineered, molded and crushed into being by Feminism.
Imagine: entire generations of men in the West wholly emasculated, being taught in school, family and general society to reject their own sex, to loathe their own self…because it is wrong to be male. Aggressiveness and competitiveness was whipped out of them while being obsequious, smarmy and uncritical was deemed correct behavior. With carrots and sticks Pawlovian, feminist gender stalinists thus wilfully dealt out critical blows to men’s self esteem and sense of identity. Man was passé. In the ‘New Girl Order‘ men were verboten and only drones allowed. And any boy who was too masculine needed a hefty dose of Ritalin to get this harmful, patriarchal maleness out of his system. In the West, boyhood was a raw deal from the getgo. But far, far worse was adolescense.
Gentle, dreamy eyed puppies grew into troubled nice guy romantics. They had ingested so much shmaltzy “equality” B.S. it was oozing right out of their ears. Gender was just a social construct, after all. There were no differences between the sexes. If we just respect and love each other everything will be right. Kumbajah, right? Yeah sure. Only a slight problem: things didn’t seem to work out with the girls, at all. Treating girls with respect, giving them all the adoration and pedestalization Feminists had claimed they wanted was getting them nowhere. Time and again nice guys were abused as emotional tampons, as shoulders to cry on and then carelessly discarded with a flippant ‘let’s just be friends‘. These same girls would then later on hop right back on the cock carousel and hook up with cavemen douchebags, total jerks…the *exact* aggressive, patriarchal males Feminists were always bleating about as being, bad, baaaaaad, baaaaaaaaaad.
So what did these nice guys do? What could they do? For the most part, they soldiered on grimly, tried to convince themselves that everything was fine, that ‘true love‘ was just one step away, beyond the horizon, sure to come, just have faith. They fought on for years. The kept dreaming, fantasizing, making the same mistakes. They kept doubling down and executing their (feminist) programming only to get the same results and, increasingly, *does not compute* bluescreens in their heads. With every year and every experience…came fresh emotional wounds, fresh traumata, new horrors, selfdoubt, nightmares.
At this stage, many men had become lonely, depressed, embittered, cynical, confused, angry, desperate, melancholic etc. Some killed themselves. Some unfortunate men married used up, aged sluts that wanted to “settle down” only to be divorce-raped a few years later. Losing everything, getting evicted from their house and children and forced into modern slavery, they got shafted yet again, adding fresh injury to already terrible wounds. Some few tried to talk about their problems with their peers – only to be laughed at, ridiculed, told to ‘man up’, NAWALT or other utter tosh. So they shut up and phased out. Ghosted. Gradually lost themselves in action and drifted away from a cold society that didn’t care and didn’t listen.
So fast forward to 2012: having spent the flower of their youth in emotional concentration camps in deep freeze, having been systematically lied to about the single most important aspect of their lives (sexuality) these poor men are the walking wounded of our present day and age. Similar to Vietnam-Vets these ‘Lost Boys‘ are shellshocked, emotional cripples with the ‘Thousand Yards Stare of Love‘. By and large ignored and ridiculed by society…they are quietly crawling away from agony, to a better place, where they may yet find justice. These are ‘men going their own way‘ and I for one salute them with the utmost respect.
For in the merciless ‘Gender War‘ the first victim, literally, was innocence.