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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What Is The Blue Pill?

Macro Image of Two Blue Capsules

There is a lot of talk in the ‘Sphere of what is “Blue Pill,” “Red Pill,” and even “Purple Pill.” Realize that these ideas are simply “place holders,” if you will. They are ways to give a sort of description for a more complex idea or even a thought process.

That being said, “Blue Pill” from what I’ve come to understand it, is the “Disney fairy tale story.” If you just be yourself, the right woman (or Man) will come along. If you just do _____, you’ll meet your soul mate. If you ______, will live happily ever after.

It’s a way to sell pipe dreams and bliss. It is a lie and a narcotic as well.

It’s also something else:

It is Slavery.

Blue Pill ideals and beliefs are slavery. For Men.

It starts at home when a young boy is born and is first given his indoctrination by his mother. She teaches him how to be an “upstanding member of society.” She teaches him to value women and to put women’s needs first. Sometimes the boy’s father will do the same thing. Why not? He was raised this way too.

If the boy is a typical boy, he goes on to public school and gets further indoctrinated. He’s taught that somehow he is less than his female peers. He’s broken. He’s a defective girl. He’s taught that his masculine traits and his masculine energy is “toxic” and bad. In many cases, he gets medicated.

If our young man is a typical young man, he goes on to college where his indoctrination is furthered. He’s taught that gender is a social construct and he’s further taught to “express his feelings” and “get in touch with his feminine side.”

Then he goes out into the world to look for work.

Why? Because by our societies definition, that’s what a Man does. He works. He provides. He is a Provider. His ability to work and obtain a paycheck is a huge part of his worth to women and to society as a whole.

A Man that doesn’t work, or in many cases, only works to provide for himself, isn’t shit. He’s not shit to women, and he’s not shit to other Men.

A woman doesn’t necessarily need to work in many cases. Why not? Because she has a Man, whether a boyfriend, fiance, husband, or father to provide for her.

Women are not conscripted into the military. Women don’t have to sign up for that duty. It’s voluntary for them. It’s a choice. In the U.S., selective service isn’t an option for a young man. He has to sign up.

Donovan Sharpe said it best, “Women are born and Men are Made.” All a woman has to do is have a pleasant demeanor and stay in somewhat reasonable shape, and she will be one of the most desirable women out there. Not so with a Man. He has to prove himself. He has to earn it. It is his burden of performance.

Women are. Men do.

We as Men have been conditioned to bite the bit. We are the mules and pack horses for women. And we do it willingly. Gladly even. For most of us, it’s a fact of life. It is what it is. The best part is that women don’t know how to show gratitude for it. Not the way we as Men would like to see it. It’s not possible. It’s not possible because it’s expected.

Women typically don’t know how to fix a car. That’s what Men are for.

Women typically don’t know how to deal with a power issue in the home. All they know is that the power isn’t working. That’s what a Man is for.

Most women don’t know how to physically defend themselves. Why should they? That’s what Men are for.

Men die earlier than women. Men commit suicide more frequently than women. Men die on the job way more often than women. It’s what we do. It’s expected.

A Man loses his job or he is laid off. A woman may support him. For a short time. In the long run though, it’s not very likely that will stay the case. The end to his relationship with her will have begun. The clock will be ticking.

Not so for a woman.

A Man’s sole purpose in a Blue Pill world is to provide. To be of service. If he doesn’t do this, he is anathema. He is outcast. He is invisible. He is worthless. And he is replaceable.

A woman will go out and find another one who is all too eager to put himself in the harness and go to work and provide for her. He’ll even provide for her offspring that isn’t his. And he’ll be patted on the head and called “A Good Man.” A “Real Man.” She might even fuck him once in awhile. And he’ll be glad to do it. Happy even.

There is happiness in slavery.

Blue Pill ideologies and beliefs aren’t just Disney fantasies and fairy tales. It’s slavery.

While I don’t necessarily agree with it, I can see how and why the MGTOW movement came to be.

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Women On Social Media

woman placing feeding bottle on her lips

(And Why I Don’t Follow Them)

 

When I first got on the internet, it was mostly dudes and nerds at that time. Women were a scarce commodity. Nowadays, women on the internet, and specifically on social media, are everywhere. They are literally a dime a dozen.

Look on instagram, and what do you see? “Models” showcasing their “assets” with some flavor of the day quote. (You too can have it all, if you just believe in yourself.) Women in different yoga poses showing off their favorite attire.

Women flexing their muscles, showing off their abs. (You’ve come a long way baby.) Of course, let’s not forget the never-ending stream of selfies and duck face pictures ad nauseum. Women taking pictures with their food, women taking pictures with their “BFF’s.” Women sticking out their tongues and giving the world the finger. Women doing shots of booze and chugging down copious amounts of alcohol at whatever latest party that they are attending. Women taking pictures with their dogs or cats (aka their “children.”)

What are all of these pictures, what are all of these poses saying?

One thing and one thing only:

“Look At Me.” “Pay Attention To Me.”

Of course, men in droves flock to these pictures and the likes, hearts, +1’s, and comments come pouring in.

“You are so beautiful.” “You are so gorgeous.” “Fantastic.” “Can I message you?” “Can I call you?” “Want to go to dinner?” “I want to take you on a journey.” “Want to travel?”

I imagine it can be heady and quite overwhelming. By simply showing some cleavage, puckering up her lips, and showing a little ass, a woman can literally bring a man to his knees. And we as Men fall for it. We go for it. We press that “like” button. We make those stupid fucking comments. Damn near every time.

We enable these women to be the attention whores that they are. If there was no likes, if there were no followers, if there were no comments of “my god, you are gorgeous,” what reason would women have to be on social media except to maybe show pics of recipes and bitch about how there are No Good Men Left. (*cough facebook cough*)

That’s just one group of women on social media.

Group two would be the so-called Tradcon Feminine Wives. I say so-called, because the majority of them are just like the women that they supposedly detest. Feminists.

Really Tradcon women and feminists are two sides of the same coin. They are both cut from the same cloth. The only difference is in the packaging. The tradcons are “prettier,” for the most part. They may have longer hair, wear their makeup better, dress more feminine (ie dresses versus halter tops) and may generally have a more pleasant demeanor, but they are for the most part, one and the same.

It’s really easy to tell when you know what to look for.

Does the so-called “traditional feminine” woman tell you as a man, how to be a man? She’s no better than a feminist. She is a feminist as far as I’m concerned. Just sneakier.

Does she give “dating advice” to men? She’s a feminist.

Does she try to redefine masculinity? (Is her definition of masculinity the “true” and “proper” definition?) “A Real Man would…. A Real Man does….”

Notice that whatever definition of masculinity she gives, it’s always in her favor. It benefits her.

Feminists do the exact same thing. The only difference really is in their shaming tactics. Maybe not even that. Both get their beta orbiters. Both get their White Knights. Both are preaching the same message:

“Yours (as a man) is to serve. Yours (as a man) is to serve Me.

“If you only do as I say, if you just “man up,” maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you the pussy.”

“If only you do as I wish, then the world (my world, not yours) will be so much better.”

“If you would only just get with the program, then life would be better.”

And if you don’t?

Enter the shame tactics.

“You’re not a Real Man.”

“Wow, you are so bitter.”

“Who hurt you?”

Just like their feminist counterparts.

If you are lucky enough, maybe you won’t have to go through that nonsense. Maybe she will just “block” you. Or unfriend you.

You can avoid all of that though. Don’t follow them to begin with. Block them first if need be. Mute their conversations. It’s usually the same old shit anyways.

When I first got on Twitter, and facebook for that matter, I had a lot of women on my feeds. Lots of complaining, lots of selfies, lots of fishing for compliments, lots of telling men how to be men, lots of dating advice to men, and of course, lots of bullshit drama.

So I started unfollowing and unfriending. I stopped “liking” their posts. I stopped commenting.

Life got a lot calmer and easier. My feeds became more interesting instead of boring and a drag.

I actually started learning things.

Now my social media feeds are educational. I actually get something of value from them.

There’s a lot of talking in the ‘Sphere about “Saving the West.” I honestly don’t know if that is even possible at this point in time. But there is something we as Men can do.

Stop enabling women. Stop “liking” and commenting on their inane posts. Stop showing them support for their sub par selfies. Ignore them like you do when the ads come on television. Ignore them like the promoted ads you get on your social media platform.

Mute them. Unfollow them. Unfriend them. Block them.

If we don’t give them the attention they crave, maybe it will help slow the decline. Maybe it will encourage the woman to change her behavior. Maybe not.

Treat that pretty face for what it is. Another pretty face. They are a dime a dozen.

Make your social media platforms something educational and something of interest. Not just another way to kill time. Not just another way to release a gallon of jizz.

 

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