The War is Over.

black vintage typewriter
We are like this old typewriter.  Somewhat still useful, but Obsolete.

Gentlemen, I’m going to say something and you’ll all probably have some sort of reaction to it. Hear me out before going off the deep end though.

We as Men are Obsolete.

The War on Feminism is Over. They already have won. They won a long time ago.

I’m not saying this because “nihilism.” I’m not saying it because “black pill.” I’m not saying it because “MGTOW.” I’m saying it because it’s the truth.

Feminism has been around before many of us, including yours truly, was even born.

We as Men are Obsolete.

Stop and think about it for a moment. Do women really and truly need us anymore? Not really. They’ve got sperm banks and cryo-freezing for their eggs. (Created and built by Men I might add.) We all know the “wage gap” is just a myth. Women can and do earn just as much as Men. They don’t need us for financial provisioning like in the days of yore. They can pretty much do whatever job it is that’s out there (don’t know about the quality of the work, but they can do it.)

They’ve got the State to take care of them and any children that they should happen to have or want.

When it comes to civil and political rights, they have their equality. They can vote in whomever they desire.

They don’t need us.

All of the talk that I see and hear on the interwebs about repealing the 19th… Yeah right. That will never happen in a million years. That cat is out of the bag and will never be put back in.

We cannot go back in time. Time travel doesn’t exist. Probably never will. We cannot go back to “the good ol’ days.” Put down the crack pipe please.

We most likely aren’t going to “save Christianity” from itself either. Feminism has infected it too. Like government from the local to the federal levels, it’s in all the denominations. I dare say that when it comes to any real “mainstream” publicly recognized religion, feminism has infected them all, or will, in due time. Even Islam.

There are no real “last bastions” left. The war is over.

If the idea of the Red Pill is about uncovering honest to god actual truths, then let’s be honest with ourselves. The war is over and has been for some time. Feminism has won.

That doesn’t mean fuck it all, give up, go MGTOW, or even “enjoy the decline.”

What am I talking about then?

Here’s what I’m talking about:

Stop treating Men and Women as adversaries. Stop treating it like a war. That’s what feminism wants.

Stop hoping that somehow, some way, we can “turn back the clock,” that we can somehow “turn it all around.” That’s like pissing into the wind.

What we can do though is acknowledge it, and go forward from there. It starts on the individual level. It starts with You.

It starts with a careful selecting of a woman who isn’t too infected by feminism. (Hint, they all are to one degree or another.) It starts with accepting a woman’s nature for what it is, and you won’t be able to change it. It starts with realizing that her nature is a part of her and that it is amoral. It starts with you realizing this, and you getting over the bitterness of this. It starts with you realizing that your assigning a moral or immoral definition to her behavior is a projection from you.

It starts with you stopping yourself from pandering to women in hopes of getting that Golden Pussy. (Hint, they all feel the same.)

It starts with you stopping yourself from giving attention to women in the hopes that somehow, some way, some day, they will see you for the greatness that you think you are, and then they will fall madly in love with you and then fuck you. (They won’t do either. Women will never love you in the way that you hope and want them to. That’s part of their nature as well.)

It starts with you stopping yourself from seeking a woman to save you from yourself. She isn’t your mother. She isn’t there to save you from yourself, only you can do that. No one else will.

Stop trying to recreate your mother in your relationships with women. It won’t end well.

It starts with you stopping yourself from seeking approval from a woman to do, well, anything. It’s your life, do what you will.

I’m not abdicating women from responsibility, but I’m not going to assign morality to what they do as a whole gender. Their behavior is what it is. It’s up to me when I’m dealing with them if I want to tolerate what it is that they are doing. You should do the same.

Being obsolete can be a good thing. If we are truly not needed, we can choose to do what we want with our lives. We don’t have to spend it in servitude to women or to the State if we don’t want to.

Cries of “Man Up!” lose their potency when you are obsolete.

Cries of “Sexist! Misogynist!” lose their power when you are obsolete.

It frees you up. It gives back choice to you, even though you never really lost it in the first place.

Go and enjoy the decline if that’s your thing. Bang a bunch of chicks and make a bunch of money. Go see the world.

Go and find one woman who will give you children if that’s your thing. Raise your children to be your tribe. Take from the Empire of Nothing when it needs to be done. Work within the system. Create your own civilization within a civilization.

Raise your family with whatever religion you choose if that’s what you want. Raise them the way You want to. Give them your values.

Say fuck it all and go your own way if that’s what you want. Go live out in the wilderness, or travel from city to city, country to country, seeing the sights. Do what you want.

Meet like minded Men and women in the Real World. If all of your sources of knowledge and companionship come from the online world, you could lose it all in the quickness of a  keystroke. These platforms that we use, they aren’t ours. We don’t own them. We just use them until we can’t or don’t. Meeting people in the real world, gaining knowledge from them, having experiences with them, learning from them and teaching them something as well, no one can take that from you.

Just make sure that whatever it is that you choose, that it’s your choice. Not somebody else’s.

I’ve got a choice to have children. It’s a relatively new choice for me. It’s something that I didn’t think was possible for many years and so I was okay with the idea that I wouldn’t have children. All of that has changed now, and I realize that I do want children. Not to “do my part and save Western Civilization.” Not to “raise a family to fight back against feminism.” But because I want to be a Father like my Father before me. I want a tribe of my own.

Religion got one thing right. We all need to believe in something greater than ourselves. For many, it’s the idea of God. Other’s it’s The Universe, Karma, Fate, so on and so forth.

For some it’s the State.

For some it’s Family. This is the one that I choose. Family is greater than me. My Family isn’t just my wife or partner, it isn’t just my future children. It isn’t just my parents and extended relatives. It isn’t just bound by blood. Those that I meet in real life are my family if we both agree that we fit together. I would like to add to my Family and so that is what I’m going to do.

So my question to all of you Men out there is this:

The War is Over. Feminism has won. You are Obsolete. Now what are you going to do? What are you going to do with yourselves? What do you choose? What do you want to do? There aren’t any right or wrong answers here. Whatever you choose, that’s yours.

 

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Scorched Earth

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Something I read yesterday really struck a chord with me. It talked about Scorched Earth. Now this one was related to war, but in the end of a marriage, in the end of a relationship, aren’t they not wars too?

Too many men are afraid of pissing off their women. Too many men are afraid of “losing half.”

If your wants and needs are second to her’s because society brainwashed you into thinking that is the way it is supposed to be, and you don’t get your needs met, what’s the point of sticking it out? What’s the point of continuing? Doing it “for the kids?” You’ll teach them that is what a healthy relationship looks like. Then they will go out and seek that same type of relationship, or they will create it if they can’t find it.

Staying together because of the kids is a bad idea.

If the relationship is ending, kill it. Let it end. Be done with it. Even if it means “losing half.” You have the ability as a man to go out and make or create more wealth, more money. You’ll be able to go out and have your needs met by someone willing and able to meet your needs. Trust me, they are out there. There are women out there right now ready and willing to meet your needs. Go and find them.

Stop worrying about “losing half.” The courts are stacked against you? You knew that already and you married her anyway.

If your going to get divorced and she is the one who filed and she is the one who wants out, go scorched earth. Burn it all. Worried that she is going to be “entitled” to half your wealth? Half of nothing is nothing. Spend every last cent you have. Spend it fighting her if you want. Spend it on wine, women, and song. Go have adventures. Do something with your money before she gets it. You’ll always be able to make more down the road.

She’ll be a single mother looking for a chump to finance her lifestyle. Remember, half of nothing is nothing.

We as men could fare better in life if we took the scorched earth policy to many things. I’ve found there is nothing so powerful as saying, “Fuck it, let’s see what happens.” Or “fuck it, let’s see what you got. Bring it on.”

Most men and women today don’t have the stomach or the balls to go scorched earth. You’ll find out what you are capable of and it can free you if you do. It did for me.

When I was first getting divorced, I played nice with my ex-wife. I didn’t want to rock the boat. I wanted that waiting period to go smoothly, quickly, and as painlessly as possible.

It didn’t go that way for some of it. All the time I was answering the phone, listening to her blame me for everything. All the time it was her sob story about “poor her,” and how I left her in poverty even though she was the one who chose to move across the country to start over.

It was not enough that I gave her money and a car and let her take whatever she wanted out of the house to go with her. She would call and cry and commiserate about how hard it was, and then she would hit me up for more money.

She would probably being doing that to this day if I had allowed it to carry on. But I didn’t. You see, one day, she did me a huge favor. Probably the biggest favor of all, now that I look back on it.

She called up one day and she was nice and civil at first. That’s how all the phone calls started. But then she mentioned the magic word…

Alimony.

She started saying that she had talked to some legal outfit about how she could be entitled to alimony even though we had both agreed in the divorce filing that no alimony would be claimed by either party. She never said that she was going for alimony, but she insinuated it. She hinted at it.

That was it for me. I told her if that was what she wanted, bring it on. I would spend every last cent that I had fighting her. And when that money ran out, I would beg, borrow, or steal whatever money I needed to continue that fight. Why? Because fuck her, that’s why.

That’s scorched earth.

I said I would do it and I meant it. It was the most liberating feeling I have ever experienced. Then I ended the call with her and contacted an attorney to find out what rights I had and what rights she had. I needed to know what to prepare for in case she actually wanted to follow through on her not so veiled threat.

Turns out that if she wanted to fight, she would ultimately have to come back to where I live to do it. Since the divorce was filed here and she was a resident here at the time, she would have to come back and have her day in court. All on her own dime.

That didn’t happen.

You really can’t lose when you have nothing to lose.

It’s not about, do better, or be better. Sometimes it’s about Fuck It. Let the shit fall where it may and let’s see what happens.

If she is the one holding the match, you can be the one holding the gasoline.

 

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Ever Forward

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Where do I go from here?

All of the things that used to get my blood up, get me going, even give me a bit of outrage, they are all pretty much gone now. They seem pointless.

I don’t say this from a nihilistic, depressed perspective. The shit just doesn’t really matter now.

Men are going to go the direction they are going. Same with women. We are going to do what we are going to do. Either our way or quality of life will continue, or it won’t. Either way we will adapt, we will survive for yet another day or more.

The planet will continue spinning around the sun like it always has. It’ll keep doing that until the day it doesn’t. Most if not all of us won’t be around to see that day when it comes.

So again, I ask the question to myself. Where do I go from here?

I’ve started going back to the gym. I’ve had fits and starts. Some weeks I’m steady going. Sometimes I slack off and don’t go for several days. I don’t have a great track record so far, but at least I am going. At least I’m doing. I don’t beat myself up too bad when I miss a day because I wasn’t feeling it. I just push a little bit harder the next day that I get there. And I get there. I imagine it’s a lot like going to AA or something. Every day is a new day. Every day is a chance to start over to a degree, to start anew.

I want to get back in on the “War on Feminism,” but I’m not feeling it. At least not right now. Maybe never again. I don’t know.

Women are going to do what they do because we as men give them a pass. We allow it. Hell, we condone it. In a lot of ways, we as men have created it. We created it by giving women the rights and privileges that we all enjoy. I don’t have a problem with that. We all should be able to enjoy a good life and be able to mostly do what we want to do.

We created it by giving women technology to make their lives easier. To give them more free time for leisure.

We created it by “liking” and “hearting” their stupid selfie posts and by becoming followers and orbiters of them. I don’t really know for the most part if we as men as a whole, can get away from it. We are biologically hardwired to want sex, so we chase after it in whatever fashion that we can and that we think will work to get us to the sex that we want.

All hail the Golden Pussy, forever and ever, amen.

It really sucks sometimes to be so driven by the sex drive. At least for me.

Where do I go from here?

The problem isn’t that there aren’t enough choices in life. There is an abundance of them. I see many many roads before me that I can take. Many paths to walk.

The problem right now is that none of them seem interesting or worth the time.

Oh well.

I’ve tried a couple new cigars. Ashton makes a fantastic cigar. I highly recommend it if you like cigars or are thinking of trying them out.

I now see what the big deal about smoking cigars is. I get it. I think. It’s not something I’m going to do on a daily basis, a good cigar isn’t cheap, nor is it probably too good for your health, but I’m going to enjoy them on occasion. The trick is, you have to take the time to enjoy them for what they are. Smoking a cigar takes time. You aren’t going to get through one in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. Or a probably a pipe for that matter. I’m not positive on that one though, as I’ve never smoked a pipe, but I’ve been around friends and family members who are pipe smokers. Cigars seem to take longer, at least to me. And that’s a good thing. Gives a man time to think, to ponder. To exist. To just be.

More cigars and less outrage. Maybe that will be my new motto. Maybe that will be my new path, my new road to follow. At least for a time.

 

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