Yo, Feminists! We Need to Talk...
And you know what else? This man has a BLOG which I am certain that you will find interesting. Go have a good look at his blog, and when you are done come back here and we'll chew the fat for a little bit, okay? The blog is called The Malestrom.
If you are easily shocked, do NOT visit the following link. You have been very seriously WARNED, my little grasshoppers!
Are you back now? Have you seen enough? So...what do you think?
I'll tell you what I think - since everybody knows that Fidelbogen the Counter-Feminist is a plainspoken chap who lays it on the line and doesn't mince words! Yes, that is exactly why I took up blogging: to tell you what I think!
The Counter-Feminist does not hide or disguise from you that the world contains a number of things. And what is true of the world is likewise true of this global fermentation we call the movement of men - which, trust me, is a world unto itself that mirrors the world at large!
Truly, the movement of men is a house with many mansions! I have just given you a memorable peek around the corner into one of the shabbier, more obscure hallways. What I've shown you is indeed quite something, and it ought to lay the foundation for your index of comparison! You thought that old "Fidel" was quite the arrant, double-dyed patriarchal oppressor, didn't you?
Oh well, it's a good job that I'm keenly aware of the distinction between "female" and "feminist", eh? That's certainly a damn sight more than most of you guys can claim! And yes, to be perfectly honest, it's likewise more than plenty of MRAs and Movement types can claim - I'm keenly aware of THAT TOO, thank you very much!
Which brings up another point: A lot of people in the movement of men, and even the politically conscious men's movement, can't tell the difference between feminism and the overall female population. They despise feminism, and through the smoky red haze of their fury they can't discern the border between ideology and biology, so they despise women too!
For the world, withal, has come to that: the misogynistic shift! The poison of feminist political fallout has operated, to some degree more or less, upon nearly all men, and not to their benefit! Or anybody else's.
As everybody knows, the Counter-Feminist speaks the bloody truth at all times and does not sugarcoat things! I do not conceal from you that the general movement of men contains every kind of man you could ever hope to find upon the moral spectrum of humanity. I throw the door wide open and shine a torch inside so you can see it all very, very clearly. I'm not pulling the goddamn wool over your eyes! The Counter-Feminist doesn't play that!
Our Mr. Malestrom, whose acquaintance you have lately made, offers a study of some interest. He is a vigorous fellow, is he not? He is a man of passion and vehemence - a man who speaketh roundly! One is bound to give him that much at any rate. Just the same, I shall not conceal from you, or from him, that I do not hold with him upon all points. That is to say, that there are certain points concerning which he and I would sharply differ. Still, I value Mr. M. for what I may chance to learn from him. For everything in the world, rightly considered, is an education - whether in itself or by virtue of what it reveals or foretells. And I do find Mr. M. highly educational in that regard, even as I find so many feminists highly educational and highly revealing - of human nature, of life, of the world itself.
The world is an interesting place and always has been, yet it might become dramatically more interesting, if you follow me. For the continued application of feminist poison to the male social ecology is bound to have some interesting effects.
To be sure, the thought has occurred to me that Mr. M. is, just possibly, a feminist provocateur posing as a flamboyantly controversial MRA in order to place a certain light (let us say) upon the movement. How could such a thought not occur to me? After all, I'm the Counter-Feminist; it's my job to think of such things! And I don't put it past you feminists to employ such tactics - I am acutely aware that such possibilities lie within your moral gamut, especially when the game starts heating up as it is presently doing.
However, I shall do Mr. M. the courtesy of taking him at face value, since the point of my exposition will neither rise nor fall upon the strength of something so merely hypothetical as the case in hand. Mr M. stands in for a type which most indubitably does exist, and accordingly serves us well enough for an illustration.
So the future, as I say, might become interesting - and the continued postponement of certain imperatives can only ratchet the wheel higher, click by click and tooth by tooth. Word to the wise: the continued application of feminist poison to the male social ecology will generate, and can only generate, a maelstrom indeed! Let us suppose there comes a day when the fur is flying - when shit mingled with blood rains down from the sky. What then? I predict that on that day your tribe will be catching the bitter end of it. My advice, which you are perfectly free to reject, is to take that thought on board.
I'll be around. And when that day dawns with a red sky - or even before it dawns - look me up. We'll sit down at the big round oaken table with our documents in order, and lattes or cappucinos in front of us. Thank your luck that it's only me, on that day.