Is Kanye West a closet men’s rights activist? His song “All Of The Lights” comes pretty close to summing up the entire movement. Here’s the song:
Allow me to translate Kanye’s two verses for the white guys who wear khakis.
I hold my head
MJ gone…our nigga dead!
I slapped my girl, she called the feds
I did that time and spent that bread
I’m heading home, I’m almost there
I’m on my way, heading up the stairs
To my surprise, a nigga replacing me
I had to take him to that ghetto university
“I was in a horrible place when Michael Jackson died, which contributed to me slapping the mother of my child. Instead of understanding my emotional state, she called the police, and I was convicted in a court of law. I served time in prison. I was excited to be released so that I could reunite with my family. Unfortunately, another man was in my house. I got so angry that I beat his ass up.”
Can’t see my daughter
Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
We met at Borders
Told her she take me back
I’ll be more supportive
I made mistakes
I bump my head
Courts suck me dry
I spent that bread
She need a daddy
Baby please, can’t let her grow up in that ghetto university
“The authorities were called again, and a restraining order was filed. In addition to my girlfriend’s entire family hating me, particularly her mother, I could only see my daughter in public locations such as the Borders bookstore. I promised my girlfriend that I’d tame my anger, that I made mistakes and was punished for them by the government (due to the incareration, my finances were completely wiped out). I pledged to remain commited to raising our daughter, because I knew that without a father she would wind up on drugs or pregnant.”
Men’s rights guys can adopt this as their anthem (I’m not being sarcastic). In the meantime, I recommend The Spearhead if you want to stay current on how pussified Western culture is becoming.
Next thing I want to share is an excerpt from a book I just read called Man Is Wolf To Man, a memoir about time spent in a Russian Gulag during Stalin’s rule. If you understand women, and see them as how they should be seen, the following should not shock you…
She used to be my wife. She was also the first person to denounce me when I was arrested. In front of the staff of the Institute of Endocrinology, she got up and said that she had sensed for a long time that I had been involved in counterrevolutionary activity, and she called for my expulsion from the [Communist] Party and the institute. She used to be my assistant. I had helped her with her doctorate—I wrote it for her. I promoted her. We’d been married for seven years. Everyone in my family liked her except for my mother, who said before we married, “Don’t cuddle a snake to your chest.” To this day I haven’t gotten over the shock.
We confided in each other about everything. She was my refuge from the terror of arrests that surrounded us. I don’t understand how from one day to the next, a person whom you thought—whom you knew loved you more than anything else could turn against you just to preserve her position and good standing in the Party. I never sensed a false note in our relationship. She was so warm and loving.
The investigator showed me the written statement in which she denounced me and asked for a divorce. I didn’t want to live after that. It hurt me more than the nightlife interrogations and beatings.
In Stalinist Russia it was common to falsely denounce others as a way to minimize the chance you’ll be denounced yourself. It was also used to show support to the party (setting yourself up for promotion) or to simply take over someone’s bigger apartment. The man above was sent to the Gulag for a ten year term.
I’m sure men who have been through a divorce are least surprised by the excerpt. Thankfully most women are not capable of such an act, but don’t underestimate their ability to destroy everything they come into contact with.