The Plot Thickens and the Pace Quickens
"Germaine Greer said on TV recently (The BBC of course) that "they (the men's movement) are really nasty people." Almost straight away a flurry of feminist activity took place in the media. All of it putting men down as usual. The same old fake statistics about domestic violence are being, and are about to be, rehashed in the press and on TV etc. This is just a part of the same old campaign tactics. Feminist web sites have been filling up with invective also. When the "sisters" get panicky this is what they do. The reason they are panicking is because we are having a real impact on public opinion around the world."We have radio and TV stations on the web that are reaching huge numbers of people. Viral videos that are being spread around. Sections within the media are speaking out. We just had our first (albeit a tiny one) "debate" about feminism in a national newspaper opinion page in the UK. The Church around the world is waking up fast and speaking out. Even some politicians are openly ridiculing feminists in Parliament. The young are starting to question the motives and aims of feminism around the world and all of this is freaking out the sisters. When the sisters freak out, they attack with the same old weapons they always use. Their problem is, people are wising up to it and recognising the techniques. As that awareness spreads, so feminism will weaken and die.
"There was a time, not very long ago, where if I had written and published on the Telegraph forum what I put out today, men and women would have slagged me into the floor, called me a dinosaur, a sexist pig and so on, and then demanded I be banned from the forum. Today I even get complimented and the attacks are slowing to a crawl. They still come now and then but they are getting rarer.
"See here: http://tinyurl.com/mffmqn
So, Germaine Greer says that we are "really nasty people"? Well Germaine, behold the nasty which nasty created! But rather than nasty, I think it is more on point to say that MRAs are angry people. And well. . . you know . . . they are angry for a reason!
But seriously, who the hell is Germaine Greer to call anybody "nasty"? I think Germaine Greer is a nauseating hypocrite, with one hell of a nerve! But apparently she has still got the voice to rally the sisters—which tells you something about the sisters, eh?
All right. The wildfire growth of our movement has been evident to me for some time. And yet, life still "creeps in this petty pace from day to day", and some days you would even think the earth itself is frozen in space. I get tired, discouraged, bored, burnt-out, and far too often I feel like I am wandering in circles saying the same things over and over—which I may in fact be doing, incidentally! ;)
Wildfire is well and good, but the the world is a mighty big spread—so big that it feels like the fire is never spreading fast enough. One is never satisfied for long with the progress made to date, especially in view of the overwhelming expanse that still looms ahead.
And yet, it never fails: something always occurs to snap me from the narcosis of boredom, from the torpor of gazing abstractedly into a mentational fog. An e-mail, a news story, a new website, a comment posted on some obscure forum—it could be almost anything, and yet, it notifies me that the world has moved again, that the battlefront has advanced another mile or ten, that the landscape of power has shifted once more in a subtle but substantial way that only people like myself are equipped to read. I cherish those moments, especially when I consider that they will always come again, growing bigger and better with every round.
Feminists amuse me with their naïve, rodent-like chatter about "MRAs". And their astounding ignorance of the objective political situation truly knocks me over and sends me rolling! They are in deep trouble, yet nearly without exception they go on living in a dreamworld that never changes—a world constructed of little better than mildewed mantras, potbellied platitudes, shoddy statistics, pregnant barefoot women trapped in kitchens, and never-ending lies, lies, lies! It saddens me, really, that they would believe they are fooling anybody but themselves! That's the spoiler about being a chronic liar: you start believing your own lies, and then you can no longer give yourself a reality check. And when you can no longer do THAT job, people in the outside world (who see you clearly precisely because you cannot see yourself) will do the job for you. And their method can be very rude sometimes!
But confound all of this! Let the feminists chase shadows, and let them groove to the reverberation of their own querelous voices in those tightly sealed echo chambers and precious intellectual hothouses where it pleases them to congregate. Little do we care, and little thought do we spare them, for their fate is sealed—although I am certain they will put up one hell of a fight, a fight that will extend for many years! Yet surely this will not be easy for them, and I surely cannot envy them their slow, asphyxiating fate—a fate that I may liken to an unpitying but infinitely patient python coiling tighter and tighter around their shrinking universe.
Still I repeat: they will make one hell of a fight, for they are really nasty people! And don't forget that they have an enormous institutional power base at their disposal, that they are densely networked, that they are on the whole more academically educated than we are, and that the inertial deadweight of an indoctrinated public opinion leans heavily in their favor.
And what have WE got in our favor? Lightness, agility, flexibility, street sensibility, outrageously justified anger and, I am pleased to say, some brilliant minds at work in all corners of the world. And too, we have the energy and creative imagination of youth because, even though we include people of all ages, we are a young movement!
So that is how the forces are presently arrayed. And a threefold task confronts us: to continue beating the recruitment drum, to generate coalitions among more and more entities on the non-feminist prairie, and to strive for a critical consensus (shared across all co-movements) as regards the objective nature of the difficulty.
We have discovered feminism to be morally on a par with the Mafia. I say morally, and by that I refer to the inherent capacity for evil as evinced in a manifested determination to bring about evil consequences. In such analysis, we brush aside rhetorical doubletalk, redirection of attention, and similar devices meant to veil, obfuscate or bury something. Feminism, in its psychogenetic core of cores, packs the essential nature of criminality—combined with a superlative capacity to talk around this, or past this. Putting it more simply, feminism merely pretends to be nicer than the Mafia, generating evil consequences by infinitely more refined methods that stay almost entirely within the law.
If the Mafia became politically active, and secured passage of legislation that turned racketeering, drug-running and contract arson into lawful activities, this would be a crude analogy (at least in principle) to the way that feminism operates.
An important difference between the Mafia and feminism would be, that the Mafia merely preys upon society while leaving the social structure intact, whereas feminism tends to rot the essential fabric of society in a way that would do mortal damage. Accordingly, feminism projects damage on a grand scale—albeit under color of legality.
And not always under color of legality! For feminists too, have occasionally been known to "take a walk on the wild side"—the wild side in this case being such endearing shenanigans as death threats, bomb threats, assault, extortion, fraud, libel and the like. In fact, I know somebody who might tell you a couple of things about a well-known pro-feminist "mangina" in Australia—not that this fellow would necessarily go to jail for his anti-MRA hijinks, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't do his reputation a particle of credit! (Although I'm equally sure his peer group would find it in their hearts to forgive him. ;)
So what do you think, does inherent criminality ooze out under stress? Will desperation bring it out? Do adverse and threatening developments squeeze base impulses to the surface and kick such tendencies into overdrive? Or to put that another way, when you fuck with the Mafia, does the Mafia fuck you up?
Consider the ghastly, sickening, unspeakable Gang of 88, who wanted to hang the Duke lacrosse lads without a trial! And not just the Gang of 88, but also the uncountable legion of moral cockroaches everywhere who felt the same way! What ingrained criminal violence or vileness lurks within the souls of those rabid scumbags, and how might such base elements rise to the surface and display themselves in the face of adverse and threatening developments—say for example, a traumatic crisis of political faith?
We non-feminists and MRAs know perfectly well what manner of creatures the feminists are, and by now, the flimsy, fly-specked condition of their culture is abundantly clear to us. We have seen what desperate self-deceivers the feminists are, and we have seen what outrageous liars they are to others! We know them far better than we would honestly care to know them if we had any choice—better, even, than they know themselves—since we have scrutinized them with minute precision and exactitude for many years. Such is the fund of our collective wisdom.
And although we are certainly quite aware that no two feminists are exactly alike, it is their average underlying similarity which leaves, by far, the most overpowering impression upon our memory. Figuratively speaking, you might say that they all "smell" a certain way. In some the aroma is overpowering, in others it is quite faint, yet in nearly all cases it is present to some extent. The feminist psychic aroma is, needless to say, not pleasant. But more than that, it is, in every case, the emanation of an identical underlying psychic chemistry either weakly or strongly developed. Yes, feminism is monolithic that way!
In publishing the two foregoing paragraphs, I would not have it thought that I am, by implication, "licensing" the feminists to apply a mirror counterpart version of the same thinking to MRAs or to men as a group. That is not necessary, since the feminists have been refining such techniques at our expense for years. So it is accordingly they who have licensed us, in effect, to give them a taste of their own.
Now, to speak once again of feminism's inherent criminal nature, let us turn our thoughts to the present state of development in the non-feminist revolution. As said, the movement (or rather the agglomeration of co-movements) is growing and spreading quickly. And as I pointed out, the bulk of feminists are living in a time warp—or a frozen eternity, I'm not sure which! However, they aren't all living that way. In fact, a growing number are waking up and rubbing their eyes and seeing that they are in serious trouble, that the so-called men's movement is one hell of a lot more than ten or twelve flaky dudes trolling on feminist blogs—although we certainly have our share of those!
So the heat is on, and from our enemies the feminists we should expect not just "more of the same", but in fact "more of the same, only more so."
Indeed, a LOT more so. In short, dirty tricks galore, more and more of which will walk on the wrong side of the law! Some of these tricks will be downright thuggish and, if the principals be ratcheted to unbearable extremes of tension, even terroristic! Remember that a worldview fighting for its life is an extremely dangerous animal, so be prepared to lasso that critter!
The good news is, that if we keep our cool, the moral high ground will pass efficiently into our possession. Remember to play the boiling frog game, as I suggested long ago. Turn the heat up gradually, and watch, and see if they intend to suck it up like punks. And the minute they finally lose it and do something rash, be ready to collect the evidence. In the course of your dealings with the opposition, always take notes—mental or otherwise. And keep these in alphabetical order, if you catch my drift. ;)
My friends, I have given you a lot to read today. I trust that I have made it worth your while. You must be fatigued, although I hope that your brain is buzzing like a power grid with all of these concepts you have taken on board. But go now, and relax with a cold refreshing glass of cold refreshment—or maybe one of those magical green cigarettes, if you fancy such sport! ;)