Playing Pretend Men With The Perfect Persona

So many internet tough guys out there tell us how it should be done, how we will change the world, and what Utopias we can envision in a pleasant future.  This assumes we’ve gotten over our addiction to schadenfreude to begin our monk like meditation.  It’s an addiction worse than heroin for anyone with a smart phone, twitter, and too much time on their jealousy soaked hands.  Eventually it breeds a toxicity that you feel yourself drowning in.

Matt Forney and Aurini made this point in a recent stream and they are absolutely right about the detox that we all so desperately need to start.

The problem is that’s it’s everywhere.  Zombies with an addiction to digital flesh from internet controversy, gossip, and virtue signaling every which way to settling for rants, mudslinging, meme trolling, and the occasional cat video.  Everyone rants about problems, but the thinkers coming up with solutions are left in the web traffic stat dust. Yet again, those who are doing the legwork won’t be likely appreciated until they pass from this mortal coil.    Rather we prefer staying in our choir rooms as it preaches to itself for the umpteenth time.

That flesh the zombies consume is fed by a source the Luddites never could foresee – the very internet itself.  The web is every sci-fi writer’s greatest fantasy; a shockingly easily wielded tool capable of great good but also terrible evil.  No, that’s not even enough of an attempted literary description to give you that vivid picture that should haunt your smart phone attached fingers.

Will we take a break?

Toxicity from it spews everywhere.  It’s hard to avoid.  Gutters are our everyday walk. We love to see the outspoken fall, but we cry deep tears when it happens to us.  Most of what we stand for is often based on telling others what trash they are.  While our opposition may be trash, it tires us out. We know there must be more.

Yet it’s brought on by ourselves.  We are soaking ourselves in this toxic insanity.   People are burnt out.    Politics has just turned people even more jaded liches of themselves, but is burning people out.  Take that hint and take a break.  You can step away and it will all still be there when you get back.

Be careful, life might leave you behind.

Our addiction to information overload is fueled by a desire to always be in the moment and NEVER miss out.  By the way our culture looks these days, it’s stronger than sex.    What flurry of information we pick to fill our heads with says alot about us.  We dont just allow, but get high off constant distraction.  As Neil postman predicted, we are amusing ourselves to death.   The addiction almost killed Andrew Sullivan.

That distraction is better than taking action.  We can yell from our arm chairs with the latest bit of constant 24/7 gossip and stupid feminists to laugh at, instead of doing anything to create that famed shire culture we frolic about.  Laci Green said this and a Jezebel article said that! Who cares. Does this gossip like debunking of progressive nonsense actually do anything? Schadenfreude is amusing, but isn’t there more?

What Are We Doing?

Creation requires effort, risk, and a departure from swiping on tinder and trying to game girls with low self esteem at bars.  Any kind of rebuilding or simply building anew of a culture and worldview that wont’ shatter at the foundations means our goals have to be about solutions rather than the rants and criticism that are so easy to vegetate on.

So why are we here in our corners of the manosphere and alt whatever?

We are here to help men who want to be helped to lead better and more enjoyable lives.” – Lizard Of Oz

If this is truly our goal, we are in serious danger of losing our way.

Even on our much revered forum of the manosphere, so much of the talk revolves around laughing about the pain of progressive SJWs, fat feminists who are LITERALLY slowly eating themselves to death, and women who too late realized that their corporate jobs didn’t care about them when they considered having a family.  Instead…“HAHA! Stupid bitch deserved it!”   Poetic justice I guess. On to the next one.  Is this really our high?

Hell I recall an article by feminist Julie Bindel who was worried that feminism was in danger of becoming toxic  – a point it’s far past – because of how vicious it’s twitter army had gotten.  That toxicity – though from an entirely flawed and vicious worldview can be seen in our own pastures as we lob grenades into their trenches.

Sure it feels good, but in the end, what are we doing to help men become better?  To get out of their predicaments? To help rebuild the shattered teenager getting out of highschool whose feminized teachers ensure he will be a virgin into his 30s and end up stuck in that “anger” phase, even if does find the red pill?

We need to detach from the venom before it’s all that’s left of us.

At the core we forget the human element of all of this and that you can catch far more flies with honey than with vinegar, even if that vinegar burn is as entertaining as Mister Metokur’s takedowns.  Case in point is a Kid Strangelove post on Matt Forney’s site:

So invite you, my dear reader, to make a commitment with me. Let’s all be good guys. Let’s try to spread as much care and joy to other people as we can. Let’s be good, positive human beings. Because it is through this goodness that our message can spread and become more accepted. It is through this goodness that our message, our stories, our lessons, will have a new audience. It is through this goodness that we help our fellow man.”

Our addiction ends up being to the vinegar. It’s sad.

We have to detach ourselves from the digital monster, before we become it.  In fact, this is a fate that is being seen across the spectrum.   I’ve made an effort over time to do just that. Every day, I’ll just take in the scenes around me, the flush of chattering voices, smiles, roars, and the attempt of people to just get through their day.

What I’ve realized makes me somewhat ashamed.

Broken people. Everywhere.  It’s just that the online addicts have it the worst. Even when they venture into that sunlight, their thoughts are consumed digital anticipation.  Their friendships based around ideologies that could deliver betrayals worse than Judas.

It’s no way to live.

At some point, I just want to help them.  I know these people in real life. Their online pitchforks gleam in the blood red moonlight, yet when you see the downtrodden looks in their faces after a tedious job they hate has gut punched them yet another day.  Longing for something as real as the feeling of sand sifting between your fingers.

At some point, I long for healing.

Hopefully sooner, rather than later.  Look at where we are at in history and you’ll notice we are in a downturn in the cycle. This open nastiness and toxicity we see is just merely part of the beginning stage.  It will get much worse. Hopefully some of our “enemies” realize that when shit in the fans, they are just as human as we are.

Now I as well as the rest of you are sick of being attacked day in and day out by liberal types, hit pieces from the media, and virtue signalers who throw us under the bus rather the risk the “wrong” associations.   Thing is there are tons of them out there.  You can’t really do much to swim back up against the current.

What you can do however is reserve your own grenades for those who attack your friends, family, and the men you choose to stand with.  Always stand by them through the darkest of times and reserve your attacks for those who come for their livelihoods.   However, for the rest of those around us, enjoy each day as it comes.

Are You A Red Pilled Addict To Schadenfreude?

Recently I stumbled across an older article entitled “Are Men Still Hunting?”.   The author while an SJW feminist laments that men aren’t the aggressors anymore when it comes to approaching women.  (She follows up here.)  I saw some comments and added a cordial one of my own.

What stood out were comments strewn about how women were reaping what they’ve sown because of feminism and great pleasure was expressed about it. Okay that’s true as well as bits about how approaching can be easily construed as sexual harassment these days.

An overall glance of said comments prompted a realization;  many of us are too busy reveling in womens laments and pain to care about doing anything to help.  All we have is schadenfreude – and it appears to be a serious addiction.  That’s only a few steps away from being a miser who loves miserly company.

Not surprisingly, it was the MGTOWS who here enjoying her lamentations the most. While one phase of the Red Pill is a justifiable anger and bitterness phase, I’m starting to notice a slew of men who don’t come out of it. Ever.

Is this all you have?

Instead of any meaningful self improvement and actually finding a girl they enjoy, their primary driving factor for happiness is the misery of women – feminists in particular.  They are addicted to schadenfreude.  This wasn’t quite the Red Pill you thought you swallowed.

Take for example a post I dug up off the MGTOW boards in which “MikeTOW” admits he enjoys when women are haunted by their bad decisions:

Maybe this makes me a sicko, but I get pleasure when women put themselves into predicaments.

My favorite is when a woman turns down every good man who pursues her only to throw herself at the man who is blatantly a scumbag. Then when the scumbag man mistreats her, she whines and cries about how “there are no good men out there” and “all men are jerks”. Instead of learning from her mistake, she blames men and then REPEATS THE CYCLE!

Back in my mangina days I would try to console those women and reassure these women that there are certainly good men out there. These days I don’t care. And in fact, I find it amusing.”

Okay, yea I get it.  I loathe tumblr feminism as well and do my fair share of blasting self-entitled harpies on RVF boards.  And yes, I do admit sometimes getting satisfaction seeing the worst offenders reap all of the venom they’ve sown – especially male feminist white knights.   The anger?  I understand feeling it the lies we were told as well as the women who rejected us for Chads and now are facing the consequences.

However, don’t you ever feel a sense of sadness for them?    While they’ve bought into and advocate for an ideology which will make them miserable – and those around them, I often desire to apply actual burn ointment to their 1st degree roasted souls.

Obviously, the differeing worldviews make most online dialogue with them pointless, fruitless, and not worthy of your time.   In spite of this when you come across posts like hers, try avoiding another, “haha bitch” type comment that burns as well as points out what feminism has wrought.

Instead maybe just try a semi-neutral heart felt internet hug.  Will another comment debunking feminism change their mind and undo years of influence under a feminist worldview? No.

Here’s a question I would put plainly to them without snark: “What do you really want?”  You’ll find most women do want to fall in love. Romance. Be swept off their feed by a studly chad.   The truth hurts, but it can be presented with chocolates rather then a spear to the stomach.  Honey for the flies instead of vinegar.

I find that when I’ve talked to feminists face-to-face, as well as women in general that are very discouraged with their dating prospect, an honest genuine heaping of advice can get past the normal “blockers” and at least onto the plate as food for thought.  When a critique is done with kindness, the openness can be shocking.  (Plus it helps that they know you have no romantic interest in them – in my case being married and all.)

The Effects of Misery

When women are miserable in particular, it deeply affects them and those around them. Perhaps they deserve it – especially the slut walkers – but do we look past what they deserve for a moment?

Being constantly in a state of war is exhausting – especially when the enemy is a never ending source of social media and blog posts that are filled with venom.  Some rad fems may deserve to be burned by the fire they spew, but is mercy ever an option? I’d like to believe so. That Nietzsche quote about gazing into the monster seems to apply here.

Perhaps I’m mellowing a bit, but at a certain point I’d like to see relations between men and women improve wihout some sort of Mad Max like collapse of society – even if those in question aren’t worthy.    The author in question might have better luck at a Friday Night Magic tournament where she is surrounded by lots of men and almost no women – so why not point it out?

We know many women who wish they were approached by men they would find attractive.  For many it won’t happen.  However, we can at least make suggestions to help them make the best of their chances and interactions without malice dripping from our fangs.     (Especially if we know them.)

Who knows, maybe finding a guy they fall in love with might bring them out of their stupor.  It has for many a woman. Maybe she and they can be one of them – certainly a good thing for culture and society.