I suspect life would have been easier for me had I been born a girl. If I was reflecting back on a life lived as a woman during these times, the following is probably what I would have written on my death bed while surrounded by my feline friends…
As a young student in public schools, government programs pushed me into math and science. Even when I did poorly, I got decent grades that indicated I was more intelligent than my work revealed, enabling me to enroll in advanced classes. I even received extra encouragement from my female teachers while the boys were punished for not sitting still. They were put on drugs so my learning was not disturbed.
As a high school senior, ready to apply for college, I appreciated the fact that my male competition was discouraged and shamed into a life of video games, porn, or even suicide. Being favored by an educational system that was ruled by female administrators made it easy to get into college. To outcompete the boys, all I had to do was show up.
As a failing student in organic chemistry, I was thankful that I could avoid receiving a D by turning on the water works to my male professor, who was so creepy and pathetic that I doubt he has ever been laid by a beautiful woman like me in his life. I’m glad he understood my bad grade was a result of not my own lack of effort or personal failings, since I was told since kindergarten that I could be an astronaut if I wanted to, but because the organic chemists of the past didn’t bother to explain the principles of science in a way that women can understand. I ended up getting a B in the class.
As a freshly minted communications major (science ended up being too boring for me), I liked how so many corporations were willing to hire me as an HR or marketing associate. These corporations can only advance through strong communication skills, which men simply don’t have. Not only was I always on time for meetings, but I gave really good ideas while the male engineers and programmers were shy and quiet and sometimes a little rapey with how they looked at me. Even though I was only making $35,000 as an entry-level HR clerk, I loved the power I had in googling all the male applicants and tossing out their resumes if I found out they were weird or displayed a value that went against the corporate culture that women are an important part of (like being ugly). I tried my best to give preferential treatment to female applicants because we have been held down for so long.
As a party girl who has only been with 46 guys (I’m not counting the guys I made love to when I traveled), I enjoyed how I could change my mind about having sex with a guy after I had sex with him. On one morning I looked to the guy on my bed and he seemed a lot more beta than I had remembered when I was enjoying the martinis he was buying me the night before. I was no longer turned on, so it was obvious that I was raped. I called the police and made his life a living hell for violating my body without having been granted 100% full consent. He didn’t get jail time but is on a sex offender list, and had trouble getting a job last time I checked. What’s really interesting is that if I had the same quantity of drinks and drove a car, I would be held responsible for my actions and go to jail if caught, but if I decide to have sex with a guy after meeting him in a bar, I’m not held responsible at all. This is how things should be.
As an empowered woman who achieves spiritual enlightenment by opening my legs to only the sexiest and hottest men, I was very happy that the government paid for my birth control, gonorrhea antibiotics, and later, abortions. You have no idea how expensive it is to be a woman, with the cost of tampons and make-up and such. I wrote many letters to my representative in Congress to ask for my hair coloring and nail polish to be paid, since it’s a cost borne on women and not men, but shockingly I didn’t get a response. It’s true that women now make more than men, but I still think money—from somewhere—should pay for women’s health care and not that of men’s, even if our life expectancy is longer than theirs. No one can seriously think that it’s a woman’s fault that men are stupid and ride dangerous motorcycles and shoot each other. Did I tell you about the drummer I’m dating right now? He’s so hot. I let him come inside me, but he stopped responding to my texts and I’m going crazy trying to figure out why.
As a 35-year-old newly married woman, I’m a little disappointed that things didn’t work out with the drummer. I’m resentful that I had to marry a geek, the only man I could find who was willing to man up. He takes all my shit without complaint, and while you think that that would increase my love for him, the opposite occurred. I hated him more every day. The power of science and in vitro fertilization allowed us to have a child (my womb was made infertile through multiple STDs, in case you’re wondering). This was great for me because due to fem-centric American law, my husband was put in a bit of a pickle. I could have left him at any time, for any reason, while keeping the kids and most of his money—money that I helped him earn by pushing him to go to work every day in his lame job. You can almost say that he was my little hostage, and I loved watching him jump to meet my escalating set of demands.
As a divorcee of a deadbeat father, a piece of shit man, I’m satisfied that he was put in jail. My amazing lawyer, recommended to me by my divorced friend, got an alimony and child support payment that was 70% of his income. He couldn’t pay it and is now learning his lesson behind bars. The high payment is fair if you consider the years I wasted on him when he utterly failed to attend to my emotional needs as a vibrant, dynamic, and empowered woman. I made sure to remind his little brat of a son every day what a loser his father is. I even had to put the little one on medication so his unexplained anger didn’t rattle my nerves and interfere with my pilates training. Thankfully, the government gave me more money in the form of food, housing, and child care. The divorce put me in such a depressive state that I now qualify for disability payments until I die. No more office for me! And finally, after many years, the drummer has realized my worth and moved in. He’s broke right now so he can’t help with the expenses, but I have faith that one day he’ll become the man I know he’s capable of being.
As a recent breast cancer survivor, I was thankful that the disease got more research funding than just about all other diseases combined, preventing deaths of so many beautiful mothers and grandmothers. I’m also thankful to the NFL for making its male athletes wear pink in support of breast cancer and not prostate cancer, which I read only affects really old men who are going to die soon anyway. Anyone who questions breast cancer funding is obviously a sexist, misogynist, bigot, racist, right-wing conservative, and a possibly a neo-Nazi. With my free time I sent angry emails to the employers of such horrible men when I read their evil thoughts on the internet. To my knowledge, no woman has ever lost her job due to proper and just feminist views. This pleases me.
As a dead woman buried six feet under the ground, I’m appreciative of all the privilege I’ve had to live a life where women were cherished and valued above men, who finally understand their role as sperm donors and tax payers and nothing more. But even more can be done, and I pass the torch to young women today and tell them to keep up the fight for gender equality, girl power, and female happiness at all costs. Thank god I was born an American girl.
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Your average American woman doesn’t identify as a feminist, and may even refuse to call herself that due to embarrassment, but a host of feminist beliefs have been installed in her brain that not only determine her personality, but also how she interacts with the opposite sex. Without having to consciously accept feminism, she is more feminist than Betty Friedan, more feminist than Gloria Steinem.
What are the most common feminist beliefs in America? There are three:
1. Men and women are equal, but the patriarchy still favors men in all areas of life. If a woman fares poorly in something, it is due to structural imbalances in society or outright discrimination.
2. Any criticism of American women by a man makes him sexist, misogynistic, and a sex tourist. Any mistake or wrong by a woman can be traced to the fault of men.
3. A woman does not peak with her beauty. She peaks with her intellect and experience, which means that she must spend her youth educating herself with liberal arts degrees to eventually trade her labor to capitalists. In the meantime, she will become a mature human being by having sex with with any man who excites her.
A feminist—a true feminist—takes these three beliefs to the government and tells them to do right through legislation. She also gathers her friends and makes complaints to media companies and advertisers to mold their behavior and products through threat of boycott and bad exposure. In this regard they’ve been successful. Politicians will do anything to get their votes, and corporations (including the media), will not share views that offend them. Of course, just about everything offends them, so the range of allowable thought gets narrower with each passing year.
Your average girl on the street is not an activist. She doesn’t protest, organize, or even write emails of complaint. She’s too busy distracting herself with Instagram, her iPhone, celebrity gossip, and the latest reality TV shows, but the three beliefs are still firmly entrenched in her brain. She thinks women are being held down, she thinks women are less fallible than men, and she thinks her value is not tied to her beauty.
If she’s not protesting or complaining, where and how do these beliefs reveal themselves? Where do they leak out from her brain and transmutate into the real world? On you. You are the primary recipient of these beliefs.
Feminist thoughts ferment in her brain for many years without her realizing it to eventually rain down like napalm on your senses in the form of words, actions, and outbursts when you approach her, have sex with her, or have a relationship with her. I don’t need to tell you that this will not be positive.
She will think you are privileged. She will think that any good in your life has been achieved merely because you have a penis, not because of your hard work. She will believe that power should be taken away from you and given to women. She believes that within your being is a rapist who would not hesitate to violate and beat a woman, and the only reason you aren’t raping her is thanks to the laws of the state. She believes your only true need on earth is to be a sperm donor, and that medical technology will eventually—god willing—make you superfluous She believes that if it wasn’t for you and your gender, the world would be at peace with no death and no suffering. She will interpret any thing you say which doesn’t portray her as perfect and moral to be sexist, chauvinistic, and in urgent need of re-education. She will attribute any behavior or quirk of yours that doesn’t turn her on to be weird and creepy. She will wonder whether you’re an anorexic apologist if you criticize the foods that she loves, such as Chipotle burritos and Starbucks frappuccinos. She will wonder if your vacation to Brazil was really a sex trip where you took advantage of poor women who live in slums. She will think you’re a slaver if you ever dare hint that you’d want the future mother of your child to stay at home.
She will dissect all your stories, analyze every word of your text messages, and prowl through the internet like a private investigator to rule out the fact that you are in all likelihood a bigot who needs to man-up from a pathological inability to handle a strong women who is experienced with sex, clerical work, and fancy restaurants. It only takes these three beliefs to lead to dozens of opinions about you that make you the enemy of womankind.
Make no mistake that this is a war against heterosexual men. This is the war of our generation. This is a war against men who are presumed guilty at birth, and whose innocence is mere purgatory until a newly devised outrage sends them to hell. You are the enemy and you will be denounced in the form of “misogynist,” “creep,” and “sexist,” and this denouncement will stay with you and affect your livelihood in ways that modern technology allow. You will be prosecuted by the fattest and ugliest cunts of the land, with no hope of appeal.
The young woman who doesn’t even think she’s a feminist is nonetheless waging war on you, her attitude and denouncements the weapon, her vagina the booty that is yours if you defeat her with your sword to choke and gag her in a way that she has been taught to like in books that have been foisted upon her as if she was a mindless automaton. Every time you thrust into a feminist who doesn’t think she’s a feminist and forgo a relationship with her, you inflict a wound. Every time you ignore her existence, you inflict a wound. Every time you make love to a foreign woman, you kill her outright.
This is a defensive war. We have been attacked, shamed, and taxed by them and now there is not much of our blood left. They demand more and more yet give us less and less, to the point where some men are deciding it’s not even worth it to have sex—not worth following their biological purpose of existence. The United States is becoming a battlefield, and it’s those who don’t pick up arms and foolishly appease the enemy and believe in its benevolence that will suffer most. All we demand is a pleasant woman who can raise our seed in a pleasant home, but that has been denied us, and we have been left floundering on a confusing search for masculinity in a society that attacks us and makes us feel ashamed for being men. We didn’t start this war, but we will finish it.
The end game of feminism is to make it impossible for a female to do any wrong, absolving her from all responsibility for her actions, no matter how reprehensible. The fact that a human being has a vagina will soon mean that she can not make a bad decision about anything. Punishing or criticizing a woman for her life choices will be abolished.
Name one thing right now that a feminist would criticize their gender for doing. I’ll save you the mental effort: there’s nothing. There is absolutely nothing that a girl can do that would get hate from feminists. For example:
- Girl has no willpower and is 50 pounds overweight? Not her fault. She’s beautiful. Social constructs need to be changed.
- Girl sluts around with 100 guys without condoms? Not her fault. She’s empowered and strong.
- Girl is irresponsible with sex and has five abortions in her 20s? It’s her body and she can do whatever she wants. A fetus inside her is not a living entity.
- Girl is making less money than men? The patriarchy is holding her down.
- Girl gets drunk in a guy’s house and has sex with him? He took advantage of her. She was raped.
- Girl studies stupid major in college and can’t get a job? The 1% owes her a marketing manager position.
- Girl sleeps with her college professor in exchange for a better grade? She was a victim. The professor took advantage of her.
- Girl likes dating guys much younger than her? You go girl! Rob that cradle!
- Girl experiences an uncomfortable moment of any kind? She’s being harassed. Men are creeps.
- Girl travels to Italy or Spain to bang hot European men? She’s romantic.
- Wife gets slapped by husband after she pushed him first? Call the police and send him to jail.
- Wife cheated on her faithful husband? He wasn’t attending to her needs. She wasn’t happy. Give her the kids and half his money.
- Mother runs over her own kid in an accident? The SUV wasn’t safe. It’s the auto industry’s fault.
- Mother kills all of her kids? She was mentally sick. We must give her love instead of severe punishment.
On the flip side, almost anything a man does is wrong:
- Guy is nice to girl in hopes of getting sex one day? He’s dishonest. He’s the polar opposite of nice.
- Guy approaches girls in the bar in hopes of getting sex? He’s a rando creep loser.
- Guy on OK Cupid says he wants a girl who doesn’t play games? Let’s publicly mock him on Tumblr.
- Guy graduates from college in field that uses math? He’s privileged. We must create expensive programs to push girls into math while excluding boys.
- Guy makes a joke about fat girls? Hate speech.
- Guys says he doesn’t date black girls with ghetto attitude? Racist.
- Guy likes working out to have strong muscles? Narcissist.
- Guy spends his money on a fast sports car? He’s overcompensating for a small penis.
- Guy doesn’t want to date girls because he’s tired of flakes? He needs to stop being a boy and man up.
- Guy says he wants his wife to stay at home and raise the kids? Slaver.
- Guy believes in limited government without welfare? Right wing whacko.
- Guy believes hard work is eventually rewarded? Wants poor people in Africa to suffer and starve.
- Guy calls girls on the internet ugly? Whole internet comes pounding on his door.
- Guy hits on a girl on the street? Street harassment. Disturbing the peace.
- Guy travels to Ukraine to get laid? Sex tourist.
- Guy likes dating girls much younger than him? Sexual predator.
- Guy likes dating girls just a little bit younger than him? Immature and irresponsible.
- Hairy man says he likes to raw dog? Disgusting and foul.
- Promiscuous gay man spreads HIV through raw dogging? It’s okay since he’s gay. Give more taxpayer money to fund HIV research.
The most mundane male behavior is quickly attacked, while the most egregious female behavior is rewarded or ignored.
As a man, I can clearly see right and wrong behaviors within my own gender. For example, mixing Coca Cola with Johnnie Walker Black (or better) is wrong. Not lifting weights is wrong. But when it comes to feminism, and young American women in general, a man can’t criticize a single thing they are doing without experiencing insults of sexism and misogynism. How can you possibly have a reasonable argument with a feminist if the leading organization of women is not willing to concede that even a crazy mother murdering her own kids is wrong?
I feel sorry for the man who attempts to engage feminists in intellectual debate with the hope of making them see the light or to understand reality. As you can see, that was never their goal at any point in time. They don’t care about your arguments because you are a MAN. They won’t accept your judgement of them because you are a MAN. Unless you are willing to admit that there is nothing wrong a woman can do, and that most male behavior needs to be corrected with help from the state, your efforts will be in vain. You’re better off calling them ugly instead.
On Return Of Kings yesterday I posted the The 9 Ugliest Feminists In America. I wanted to make an objective statement about the physical appearance of America’s dimmest feminist minds. I didn’t challenge their views, talk about rape, or say that women should be denied suffrage. No matter, because the feminists went apeshit and melted the server down. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
The who’s who of the Jezebel junta took a break from being oppressed by the patriarchy to share their thoughts..
Amanda seemed to have been especially wounded at my jab that she was injected with testosterone in the womb. There was also a tweet from Feministing to it’s 64,000 followers, “congratulating” their leader Jessica Valenti for making the list, but it has since been deleted. I also mustn’t forget the tweet from—I kid you not—a “fat studies scholar.” I believe it involves studying feminism while simultaneously eating cupcakes.
Wonkette, which I don’t believe is still operational, had an extensive post published soon after the initial tweet…
Roosh is a cool dude. He is a pickup artist Mens’ Rights Activist who will take a break from boning all the world’s hottest women to teach you how to rape Ukrainian girls or something.
But Roosh is sad we guess, maybe his pageviews are not everything he would like them to be, but he has come up with a surefire way to get all the sweet honey clicks, and that is by ranking all the ugliest feminazis, obvs. So Sandra Fluke is obviously a grotesque monster (just look at her!) plus she makes you pay for her birth control.
I’m a PUAMRA now.
On the blog of Rebecca Watson (the feminist who tried to bring down great man Richard Dawkins after a nerd hit on her in an elevator), one of her writer’s tried to make an insult…
Basically, a dude who is so handsome he can only be depicted as a cartoon lest everyone die from orgasm should his actual photo ever be published, took a list of outspoken feminists and declared them ugly and the world was like ‘WHOA! THAT’S SO ORIGINAL AND DEEP! NO ONE HAS EVER CALLED FEMINISTS UGLY BEFORE! You, faceless cartoon man whose legal name is totally definitely Roosh IRL because why would you hide behind a pseudonym, are a true hero!”
A simple Google image search on “roosh” would have quickly led her to my true identity:
No feminist outrage is complete without the house male feminist defending his masters. Here is a man, a word I use with great reluctance, whining that he didn’t make the list…
..there is not a single feminist man in the entire list. I feel so very left out — not to mention offended on behalf of my gender.
He outdoes himself, however:
Yep, every single woman listed is in fact beautiful.
Every single woman listed is in fact not. How deep does your balls have to be buried in your blubber folds to find this woman beautiful:
Mangina par excellence Hugo Schwyzer also whined about not being put on, no doubt in order to maintain his supply of stretched feminist vagina.
Someone asked me why I would resort to such childish name calling. It’s the same reason I call out cockblockers. The cockblocker already cost me the girl so there is no real physical gain in confronting her, but my words hurt her and ruin her night. Bitching her out means she will probably suffer the same fate as me: having her night disturbed. That satisfies me.
Thanks to the feminist movement, America is lost for me and a lot of other men. Nothing positive will come from America’s contaminated womb in the next couple of decades, but like confronting a rude cockblocker, I want to offend them. I want them to know that there is a man ape somewhere in Eastern Europe whose words can cause the feminist sphere on Twitter to lose their shit. That’s all. I don’t want to talk to them or argue with them, and I don’t want to debate them. Many men smarter than me have provided reasonable and logical arguments that unfortunately are like planet kryptonite to a feminist. They cannot be convinced and they cannot see reality. They don’t even possess enough math skills to read a chart with basic statistics. The only two ways to annoy them is to mock rape or call them ugly. Anything else and you’re wasting your time.
I wanted to send a message that I consider them unattractive women. They received that message and were wounded by it, enough to get their followers to throw hate at me all day. Happiness for me as a man and as an American is helping men get what they want out of life while pissing off the very women who are contributing to America’s horrendous cultural and female decline. Judging by that standard, I gotta say that yesterday was a good day.
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Worrying and complaining are inherent human traits. Some cultures lean more to the worry side while others lean to the complainer side. Americans are hardcore worriers and complainers, something that you can perhaps trace back to the makeup of those who founded the country several hundred years ago. For whatever reasons you can come up with, we are naturals at both.
In many poor countries I’ve been to, the worries and complaints that I hear are usually tied to survival:
- “It’s hard to make money.”
- “I can’t afford to buy good things for myself.”
- “I’m scared of crime.”
- “Food is too expensive.”
- “My employer has not paid me in two months.”
Those in the third world spend most of their energy into merely eeking out a reasonable survival. They don’t get upset that their iPhone has lost internet connection because they don’t have an iPhone. They don’t stress out about traffic because they don’t have a car. I met a female engineer in Eastern Europe whose standard of living was lower than an IHOP waitress back in the States.
Americans don’t understand how high their standard of living is. A bus ride through the suburbs will provide evidence of this when you see urban youth who don’t even have full-time jobs sporting the latest smart phone technology and designer fashions. Only in America can “poor” people have what only rich people own in other countries.
Most Americans no longer concern themselves with matters of survival. While the current economic situation is changing that, I guarantee I don’t have a single reader who is not sure where he’s going to get his next meal. There is not much fear of being homeless or gunned down. Since you still have the human need to worry and complain, they will be centered around things that don’t necessarily improve your standard of living. You will never complain less in life, no matter how happy you are—you will only complain about other things that would seem absurdly trivial to someone who is struggling to survive. In the West, the process of addressing problems that are not in the radar of most people of the world—that are beyond the scope of basic human rights—is called “progress.”
American women, the most skilled worriers and complainers, are no longer concerned about survival. For the past few decades they have been able to focus all their energy into improving their gender’s power and status over men. They’ve achieved their goals because the powers-that-be indulged their demands for whatever reason (to gain money, pity sex, power, and so on). They are making more money than men, are more employed, are more educated, and even have the ability to destroy a man’s life with one false accusation.
But thankfully no more progress will be made for their cause. The American empire is struggling. More people are hungry, poor, and long-term unemployed. Americans are becoming more concerned with survival than fixing problems that don’t improve their standard of living. When everything was going smoothly, a feminist invention such as “sexual harassment” was a red alert emergency that changed policies and laws in a short amount of time. We put our energy into it because things were otherwise going well. But look at how the new feminist invention, “street harassment,” is slow to make progress. They’ve been at it for years, screaming about the “perverted” men who objectify women on the sidewalk with their cat calls, but it’s not getting mainstream support, just token recognition from law enforcement who say that “existing laws” can be used to combat it.
The truth is no one cares. Times are tough now and no one wants to put the required energy into indulging some overweight women who are faux offended when a Hispanic man whistles at them. Even Rush Limbaugh has not suffered any lasting consequences from calling a feminist a “slut” on radio. When Don Imus made similar comments a few years back, he immediately lost his job.
I won’t care that a commercial depicted girls as loving pink toys if I’m eating cans of beans and corn every day.
I won’t care if a pharmacy is giving girls a hard time about buying Plan B if I have no money.
I won’t care about some “rape culture” protest on a college campus if I’m already late on my rent.
In fact, I’m going to hate them for complaining about something so trivial when I’m broke and eating beans. I will say they are crazy and deluded.
Feminist progress is entirely dependent on a strong economy. A great example is Brazil, which is seeing incredible economic growth. With that, the feminists are achieving massive gains in power. For every GDP percentage that economy grows, I swear I see an uptick in hater comments on my older Brazilian writing. On some weeks, I get more feminist hate from Brazilian women than American.
While I would never wish for a country to struggle just so the feminists can’t make gains, the factors present in America, Brazil, and Scandinavia dictate that their economic success will equate to feminist success. This is not so in Colombia, Argentina, Eastern Europe, and countries in Asia. I don’t exactly know why this is, but I know that when America struggles, so will feminism.
Since our oligarchy is hellbent on sucking all the wealth out of this country through their wars and banking scams, that leaves only one outcome for the American brand of feminism: death. Within our lifetimes, without us doing a damn thing, it will lose significant power and strength. The feminism you know today will never get stronger as long as America gets weaker.
A misogynist is a man who disagrees with women.
A misogynist is a man who wants a woman to respect him.
A misogynist is a man who would hit a woman if she hit him first.
A misogynist is a man who thinks children in single-parent households grow up to have more problems than children raised in dual-parent households.
A misogynist is a man who believes that women are not always right.
A misogynist is a man who believes that men and women are inherently different.
A misogynist is a man who believes that it’s his right to approach women he finds attractive.
A misogynist is a man who prefers younger women over older women.
A misogynist is a man who doesn’t withhold his true thoughts or ideas just because he’s in the company of women.
A misogynist is a man who tells a woman to “shut up” if she’s talking out of her ass.
A misogynist is a man who thinks current divorce laws are unfair against men.
A misogynist is a man who believes that fat women are disgusting.
A misogynist is a man who doesn’t talk in politically correct tones like a White House spokesperson.
A misogynist is a man who thinks women from South America, Eastern Europe, and Southeast Asia are more feminine than American women.
A misogynist is a man who thinks it’s unhealthy to be obsessed with celebrity gossip.
A misogynist is a man who thinks false rape accusations are a problem.
A misogynist is a man who thinks men and women make the same amount of money for equal work.
A misogynist is a man who thinks women look better with long hair than short.
A misogynist is a man who believes that nature is as influential as nurture in determining personality.
A misogynist is a man who believes assertions must be scientifically proven before they are accepted as fact.
A misogynist is a man who thinks girls should play with dolls and boys should play with trucks.
A misogynist is a man who refuses to accept attacks on normal male behavior.
Most American women agree: I am a misogynist.
For millions of years, the worker ant has been following a genetic program to serve its queen. To maintain a harmonious society, it commits its life in the hive to one of hard labor. It’s good work but not always easy.
One day a mysterious mind-altering chemical is sprayed over the queen. It inexplicably leaves the worker ants and serves a new master, the wasp. The queen is initially hesitant about this change, but the wasp is bigger and stronger, and promises to give its new subject even more benefits than the worker ants could provide for her. All the queen ant has to do is work just a bit harder than before.
Thanks to the wasp’s better mobility, it is able to shower the queen with more gifts and exotic foods that she has never before seen. The queen is happy that her increased labor is resulting in an increased gain of stuff received.
After working for the wasp for many months, the queen can’t say she’s happier. In fact, she’s less happy, with a dull dissatisfaction that plagues its days no matter how much stuff the wasp gives it. The wasp, seeing this dissatisfaction, sprays her with more chemical to keep her confused. It then distracts her with various gossip from the grasshopper hive and also tells her that with just a little bit more work, she can get the new type of bread crumb that the preying mantises are eating. The queen decides not to return to the worker ants because she doesn’t want to receive less gifts, food, and entertainment. To her, happiness is material, something she can touch with her mandible.
So the queen stays with the wasp until her death, thinking she made the correct life decision. The wasp, of course, received much more from the queen’s labor than what it gave her, becoming the richest wasp around. The queen died with nothing, not even a bread crumb to her name, with muscles that were strained from hard labor.
As much free will as human beings think they have, we’ve been programmed by nature to fulfill a certain mission. Nature rewards us with the release of enjoyable neurotransmitters if we do so. Even if the mission appears basic and maybe even “boring,” going against it will guarantee dissatisfaction for the animal subject.
Human males are programmed for adventure, accomplishment, and procreation.
Human females are programmed for nesting, communication, and procreation.
The chemical being sprayed upon all of us, particularly women, has them serving a new power instead of having a natural relationship with the worker ant, which is the human male. She bows down to her new masters: her consulting firm, Facebook, Apple computer, gender neutrality groupthink, restaurant week, and so on, receiving much more validation and worldly enjoyment than one man could possibly give her. Yet she is less happy than ever. She is becoming mentally sick, self medicating more than her species ever has in human history.
In spite of this, she would never trade in her new masters for a single hard-working man. She doesn’t want to be a “stay at home mom,” a phrase that the wasp has cleverly redefined as “slave.” Every now and then she suspects she would be happier if she went back to the ant hive, but then she thinks of how the wasp would no longer give her shiny gifts that the worker ants cannot possibly carry on their backs. She decides to remain with the wasp, dying alone and unhappy.
If you go against the program that nature has installed in you, you will become sick. To tell all women that their path to happiness is to run the male program instead of the female program they were born with is one of the biggest lies told to womankind. The result is what we see now: a collective collapse of women into derangement and masculinity, of entitled women who have a loose grasp on reality and what it means to be human.
The wasp is getting nervous now. The worker ants are not happy that their queen were stolen from them. Their revolt is just beginning, but deep inside they know that natural order will never be restored to their hive. The best thing they can do is travel a long distance to a new hive where the wasp has not yet sprayed its chemical on the queen.
On the heels of being denounced by the Southern Poverty Law Center, I recently received the following email from email@example.com, a domain that leads to Brazil’s Ministry of Tourism. It was forwarded to me, my domain registrar, and the “abuse” address of my host. It’s the first time that a government organ has contacted me in regard to my writing.
To the website Administrator and Server
Ref: Association of image of Brazil
Dear Responsible Officer,
The Brazilian Federal Government, through the MINISTRY OF TOURISM, has found that the website, hosted in the network of server ThePlanet, promotes pornographic content in the internet. Such content relates striking and characteristic features of the Brazilian Identity, such as the colors of the flag, culture pictures and images of Brazilian cities, to prostitution or sex.
Considering the institution of the Brazilian National Policy on Tourism, created by the MINISTRY OF TOURISM, Article 5th of Federal Law n. 11.771/2008: “The Brazilian National Policy on Tourism aims at, among other things, preventing and fighting touristic activities related to abuse of sexual nature and others that affect human dignity” – the Ministry is taking steps to dissociate the image of the country with internet content of sexual and/or pornographic nature, which stimulate internet users to seek Brazil as a tourist destination for such activities.
Given that, the MINISTRY OF TOURISM OF BRAZIL kindly requests the removal of such materials from the website located in the URLs listed attached, or the dissociation of such pornographic content with Brazilian identity or Brazil, as well as the removal of pay-per-click ads and subsequent redirection of such website, since these associations are in disagreement with the image of the country and are harmful to the actual aim of the Brazilian Government: the increase of sustainable tourism in Brazil.
Brazil is signatory to several International Conventions, including the Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women, which suppresses the trafficking in women and exploitation of prostitution, and the United Nations Convention against Transnational Organized Crime, which determines the prevention, suppression and punishment of trafficking in persons, mainly women and children, activities which are often sustained by means of sex tourism.
Thus, we reiterate our request for the removal and disabling of access to pornographic material identified in this document in order to collaborate with the policies sought by the Brazilian Government to Brazil.
Should you have any questions, we are available via e-mail given in the signature of this message.
MINISTRY OF TOURISM OF BRAZIL
The above link leads to the information page for my book, Roosh’s Brazil Compendium, a compilation of all my blog posts on Brazil. The headline of that page says: “Strategy Guide For Meeting And Banging Big Booty Brazilian Women In Brazil.” I agree that my guide promotes sex with Brazilian women, though via normal game methods and not through prostitution. My book does not contain pornography and doesn’t advocate rape, sexual abuse, violence, sex trafficking, or slavery. While it can be considered tasteless by some, it doesn’t advocate breaking any laws in America or Brazil.
I’m not surprised to receive this email because Brazil is going through rapid change. Its leaders want to be taken seriously to enter the “first world” club of nations. To accomplish this they are pushing ultra-liberal and feminist programs in order to duplicate the West and what they think is necessary for economic and societal success. While feminism and liberalism organically evolved in the United States over several decades, the Brazilian government wants to get there within a few years.
To understand what I mean, check out the recent news coming out of Brazil:
- After divorce, women automatically inherit government subsidized real estate property
- Brazilian Congress plans to heavily fine companies whenever a woman gets paid less than a man
- Retirement fund for government employees to subsidize women’s retirement 5 years earlier than men
- Mayor bans music offensive to women and gays
- Theater owner arrested over racist joke by stand-up comedian
- Brazil debates outlawing homophobia
- Famous sex worker club shut down by government
This is feminism on steroids, putting Brazil on a path overshooting what they have in Scandinavia, the most feminist place on Earth. It’s happening so quickly that, as far as I know, there is no male response in the form of a men’s rights movement, but I expect it will appear soon enough (Brazilian men aren’t nearly as spineless as Scandinavian men). The government is so involved in installing feminism that a new term has been invented: state feminism.
Feminist activism in Brazil has stretched the very concept of democracy by including women’s rights in the process of re-democratization of the country. It has articulated a more participatory form of state feminism, and it has expanded and diversified to the extent that is best to always speak of feminisms in Brazil in the plural. Brazilian feminisms have made important contributions towards re-defining women’s place in society and in building a more gender equitable society. They have been instrumental in drawing up new legislation promoting gender equity and in the formulation of public policies for women, carving new spaces in state machineries to implement and monitor them.
People think I’m joking when I occasionally comment that Brazil is on the rapid downswing, but the feminist takeover is happening at a faster pace than has ever been seen in history, recently aided with the election of its first female president. Combined with the fact that the population is fattening at an obscene rate, what we’re seeing is the transformation of an entire country into a sort of Feminist 1984, the first of its kind. The attitude of Brazilian women was already above average when I was there a few years ago, so expect a country that may be very unpleasant to visit by the end of this decade.
For those of you who whine to me that I complain too much about feminism, you’re part of the problem. You don’t understand that this ideology is like a virus that won’t stop, and pretending it doesn’t exist by closing your eyes will only make it worse for yourself and every other man on this planet. Brazil is still better than the West, but it’s being destroyed as we speak mainly because of pro-feminist policies. There is no doubt in my mind that feminism is the principal enemy for men today. If you don’t see that then, well, you deserve the most masculine, fat, short-haired, insufferable cunt that exists. If things continue on their present course, that’s all we’ll be able to get.
As for my response to the above email, I’m not removing anything.