The non-feminist revolution is growing — no doubt of that. I see signs of this busting out everywhere, like the first crocuses of spring or the first influx of robins. Sometimes I think it is just my imagination. That is, I quickly grow accustomed to the latest hints of quickening life and these in turn quickly become the new norm, the new baseline. Hence, these things become old hat. And straightway, stasis and boredom set in, and it feels like nothing is changing after all. So I become jaded, and I write off my spell of hopeful enthusiasm as “imagination”. But then, without warning, larger and improved signs of life arise to remind me yet againthat I am NOT imagining this.
Yes. So much is happening — everywhere, all at once, at all levels — that it always comes back around to the vexed question of where to begin.How to start talking about all of this? Especially with new recruits and sympathizers, who have arrived by way of the grassroots? For are they not themselves the foremost among those signs of life which I have spoken of?
Aye, it is good that these new ones have arrived by way of the grassroots, because this thing of ours is a grassroots revolution before all else. It is a revolution of, by, and for the people, with its wellspring in the mundane micro-world — the non-political universe of everyday thoughts, feelings, conversations, conclusions and decisions. Such is the territory to be reclaimed, and fiercely guarded. And all manner of intellectual machinery — even the loftiest — may eventually be inducted into the service of this micro-world. But for the present, let us make the evils and blessings of the day, sufficient unto the day.
I write with newcomers chiefly in mind, although old-timers are welcome to profit by anything they find here. But I will address the question of “where to begin” quite simply, by embarking directly from where the new arrival is most likely to be. And that is, in a state of perplexity. “Where do I fit in?” is what the newcomer will most likely be asking. The newcomer wants a map, marked with a bold, bright ‘X’ upon the spot where he or she is presently situated. And I will undertake to provide such a map, and to proffer such hints and helps upon the journey as will assist the pilgrim to draw the big, bold X-mark from his or her own reasoned conclusions.
At the outset, I feel safe in concluding that you are not a feminist. I am so sure of this, that I will take it as the organizing premise for all that follows. If you are not dead certain, at the very least, that you are not a feminist, then I would counsel you to retire elsewhere until you have cemented this conviction firmly in your own mind.
Very well, let us review a few basic things. I say a few, because there exist far more such things than I can do justice to in the allotted space. So I will stick to such items as a newcomer would find profitable for orientation. Accordingly, since you, the newcomer, are not a feminist, I think it is safe to say that you are situated in the non-feminist portion of reality. What do you think: does that sound about right to you?
Good. Now, if it will further assist your understanding, think of a hard line drawn straight through the middle of the human race. On the one side of this line, picture a banner with the word FEMINIST inscribed upon it. And on the other side, a banner inscribed with the word NON-FEMINIST. Are you visualizing that?
What you are mentally depicting, is something we call the sector system.And what is the purpose of this . . sector system? I’m glad you asked! Simply put, the sector system is an efficient way to organize your thinking in terms of the larger sociopolitical struggle which presently engages us. Yes, each side of that conceptual line is called a sector –that is the term we use. And so accordingly, we have both a feminist sector and a non-feminist sector. And friend, you and I both know which sector we belong to . . . don’t we?
The sector system is useful because it throws feminism on the defensive, forcing it to justify its own presence on earth by answering to something objectively OTHER than itself. Feminism is not the world, but the feminists want very badly to convince the world otherwise. And feminist behavior toward the rest of us is very much like American foreign policy:”We will bring you the blessings of our way of life whether you asked for it or not! We know what is good for you!” But again, the sector system rises up as a challenge to the feminist attitude.
Yes, the hubris and arrogance of feminism has been colossal; it is a revolution meant to encompass even the tiniest dimensions of life, and it aims to convert the rest of the world entirely to feminism – it will not take no for an answer! The feminist posture toward the rest of the world is one of sheer aggression, blended with a heavy dose of totalitarian psychology — a macro-plan which they intend to cram into the micro,whether the micro wants it or not! The micro? That’s you and me, friend!
Briefly then, feminism does not look kindly upon the existence of anything independent of itself or unequivocally other than itself. That is to say: the feminist sector aims to squeeze the non-feminist sector completely out of existence.
And what is wrong with that, you ask? Many things, foremost of which is that the project which feminism proposes is impossible; it cannot be accomplished; it is a falsehood from the very outset, and to impose it by force can only end in grief and calamity for all concerned. But however far the wreckage extends, feminism can never force the non-feminist sector to stop existing. And that is for the same reason that a lie can never force the truth to stop existing.
The True Believers of the feminist cult believe that Feminist Theory has the power to explain all of life, universally. But the falsehood of this can be demonstrated, and indeed, has been so demonstrated, thousands of times, by the philosophers of the non-feminist revolution. These fine thinkers have plied their trade patiently, and thanklessly, for many years. The reason they advance so slowly, is because they are voices in the wilderness with so very little power against a massively entrenched establishment. When the powers-that-be ordain you as the “village idiot”, nothing you say carries any weight. What walks tallest upon this earth is not truth, righteousness, or intellectual integrity, but power pure and simple. The powers-that-be know this well, and they chortle about it.
It makes no matter if feminism has been discredited a thousand times, or ten thousand, or untold thousands. All of that intellective work is no better than spinning your wheels in the mud if it gains you no traction in the arena of sociopolitics. So here is where the sector system turns the tables. In one clean stroke — by merely declaring itself!– the non-feminist sector delivers a revolutionary message that feminism is not the world. By sheer self-announcement, non-feminism occupies space in the world and demands to know what the hell feminism plans to do about this. It is as if non-feminism were saying to feminism “what the hell makes you think you are the only game in town?” In the end, the message of the non-feminist sector to the feminist sector, is a simple, non-negotiable DEMAND FOR SOVEREIGN CO-EXISTENCE.
And what does this mean in terms of everyday practice? It means you are entitled to proclaim openly, even loudly, that you are not a feminist, to go your jolly way unmolested, and to quietly pass the balance of your days in a like manner. At first, this might not sound like anything much, but I can assure you that the moral dimensions are critically significant. And in time, those dimensions will fan out into other dimensions.
As a non-feminist, you are nowise bound to answer to any feminist for your personal indifference toward feminism. That fact is immensely important. On the face of it, there is no better warrant to be so interrogated by any feminist, than to correspondingly interrogate said feminist in non-feminist terms. What gives them the right, anyway? Who do these people think they are?
Remember, that you have told them nothing save that you are not a feminist. And that reveals very little about you — in fact virtually nothing! And so long as you say no more about yourself, they cannot possibly know more. THEY might think that it says a lot about you, that you would verbally disown feminism. But they are just plain wrong! For they cannot possibly know what another person understands by the word “feminism” if that other person does not explain what he understands by it. So they areout-of-bounds if they merely presume that the non-feminist means the same thing by “feminism” as THEY do, and they are a thousandfold out-of-bounds if they derive any moral imputation from such a circumstance.
We have a special counter-feminist name for this feminist “presumption of shared meaning”. That name is feminist subjectivism. Feminist subjectivism embraces the fullness of feminism’s narrative authority, and may be understood as the sum total of stories which the feminists tell themselves about themselves, and so are constrained to tell others. Among such “stories” may be included the many conflicting, ill-defined, and incoherent understandings of the word feminism. Thus, feminist self-definition comes under the broad umbrella of feminist subjectivism, and will be found to be pivotal.
Feminist subjectivism combines readily, and rapidly, with the feminist conceit that feminism is the world – or at least, that feminism authoritatively interprets the world. Thus, it is nigh on impossible for a deeply indoctrinated feminist to accurately assess people and circumstances in the non-feminist world – which, truth to say, lurks around every corner! Given that those external objects are not permitted to operate under their own laws and narratives — or not acknowledged to do so — they are transformed by the feminist gaze into a projective hallucination of feminism itself, and feminism becomes, for its participants, a house of mirrors with no windows.
Feminism’s projective hallucination is simply the worldly gamut of people and situations interpreted to fit feminist theory, and as such, it composes the actual fabric of the wall. Such is the transformation wrought by the feminist gaze. To phrase this more elegantly, the projection is not projected onto the wall — it IS the wall. It is objective reality subjectivized, which is precisely what makes it hallucinatory. It is like a fantastical soap-film of deluded understanding which clings to the surface of people and situations, falsifies their nature, and blocks the feminist gaze precisely at its opaque boundary — so that the world beyond becomes impenetrable to feminist comprehension.
But the opacity works only in one direction — from the inside-out. From the outside-in, however, the wall is transparent, even non-existent! In consequence, we on the outside can see those on the inside very, very clearly, yet cannot be truthfully seen by them!
And everything we do means something different to them, than it does tous. And so they would have us believe, that whatever they think we are doing . . . is in fact what we are doing! You see, they have never bothered to consult us about this! Apparently, they know more about us than we do!
Very well. Their delusion about us is the “original sin” in this scenario, the initializing transgression that started the whole charade rolling. Yes, they started it! They have built their supposed higher understanding upon a theoretical foundation that is far from settled, and therefore open to dispute. But they will not (because they cannot) acknowledge this, and not to mince words, it means that they are living a lie. And since they are living a lie, they cannot afford to see or comprehend anything that wouldgive the lie to that lie. That is why they cannot see past the hallucinatory wall of their house of mirrors, and why we can see them with more authority than they can see themselves. We are not encumbered by a deception from the outset.
That is also why they have sewn us into the fabric of their hallucination — fraudulently turning us into something we are not, and making that falsification binding upon us. They have, to coin a new word, hallucifiedus — even though we are REAL and know that we are real! And the more we struggle to break free from this trap, the more surely we “become” what the eye of feminist subjectivism insists upon seeing — because, so far, they have the worldly power to “make it stick”. We are both real AND the figment of another’s disordered imagination, and it does not please us to be trapped in such a paradoxical hell.
So much for the evils of feminist subjectivism. It suffices to understand that this can’t go on forever, and can only culminate in violence and destruction — that the house of mirrors will be shattered without mercy, but that said shattering will not go unaccompanied by a general shattering of everybody and everything. In short, a pandemonium from which none will find haven — that is, unless we take considered steps, and right soon, to forestall such an eventuality.
Very well, the new recruit to our scene is at the very least not a feminist.That is neither asking, nor expecting, too much. I hope I have made clear by now, that people other than feminists are permitted to furnish adefinition of feminism according to their own criteria. I say this simply because the objective reality of feminism is as real as the subjective reality of it, because that objective reality is knowable only by an objective seer who walks an objective path of knowledge, and finally because feminists themselves, of all people on earth, are the least amenable to such a path.
To suggest that we are “misrepresenting” feminism is itself a misrepresentation. We are not misrepresenting it, but rather RE-representing it. It is our weighty conclusion, that the feminists themselves cannot be trusted to represent feminism accurately beyond the limits of their own sector. I mean, that while the feminist word about feminism is undoubtedly true within the moral gravity-well of the feminist sector, it merits no credence anywhere outside that perimeter. Such are the fruits of feminist subjectivism. Accordingly, what a feminist says about feminism, though it be the sweetest of nectars within the feminist domain, at once becomes the untreated effluent of a sewerwhen it overflows into the non-feminist sector. Feminism’s writ does not run beyond feminism’s border, and that includes both narrative authority and the power of definition. Again, feminism is not the world.
And so you, my recently-arrived friend, face a question that we all face at some point in our counter-feminist careers. You have confirmed in your own mind that you are not a feminist, and you now propose to sink operative roots in non-feminist territory. But have you thought long and hard about what it really means, to be a non-feminist? Algebraically, what does it mean to be not X? Clearly, you must know the value of the term X. And in the social algebra which presently concerns us, you must likewise know the value of the term feminist. Or more to the point, the termfeminism.
So it is not enough simply to know that you are not a feminist. You must, in addition, have a clear, precise conceptual model of what this thing feminism actually IS — so that X becomes a known quantity. And finally, in order that you will not be at cross-purposes with your non-feminist cohorts, your conceptual model of feminism ought to bear a marked similarity to their conceptual models — so that you and they shall agree upon the value of X, and shall proceed, as it were, by an algebraic understanding of things. I go now to enlarge upon this.
The non-feminist sector is populated by a variety of humans of both sexes, who cover the spectrum of human nature, and about whom no moral generalization is either possible or politically relevant. The non-feminist sector — or as habituated insiders would more tersely say, the sector – includes folk who are in varying stages of political awakening. Some of them do not yet know that they are non-feminists; the question has not yet migrated to the forefront and become vital for them. Such ones are distinguished chiefly by the nascent elements of a worldview which, if fully fleshed-out, would urge some manner of political confrontation with feminism. But, they haven’t quite yet gotten there.
However, there will come a time when the inert non-feminist turns into an activated non-feminist, or if you prefer, a partisan of the non-feminist sector. This is when confrontation becomes imminent. The partisan will gravitate toward the sphere of real-world practice, and will need to direct her endeavor toward a target of operations – a defined region of sociopolitical space. So the need arises for a pragmatic template by which to chart this defined region. And when all activated non-feminists have mastered this template, we say that they have gained critical consensus, or more precisely, target consensus. The character of their separate endeavors may vary tremendously as per ways and means, but it is imperative they converge upon the same target of operations with the necessary esprit de corps.
Briefly, they must be unlike the blind men in the fable, for they must see the elephant. And that is especially true if they are working on different parts of the elephant, in which case they must communicate and coordinate.
Target consensus is founded upon a common understanding of what feminism IS, and this understanding informs all decisions about what to strike, and when, and how. And counter-feminist analysis claims to provide the master template, the parting of the waters, the necessary objective vision of reality that will generate target consensus and render activated non-feminist projects operable.
The non-feminist revolution is every imaginable thing that is willfullyopposed to feminism. It is found side-by-side with every imaginable thing that is simply not feminism. These two categories are both not feminism, but the former is activated while the latter is inert. And the non-feminist sector is the territory which they cohabit. It is critical to understand that this territory is in no sense a “movement”, but only a container of everything that is not feminism – only some of which is presently trying to damage feminism.
And the non-feminist revolution itself is likewise not a “movement”, but a motley, sprawling aggregate of separate and distinct motions that are sometimes aware of each other, and other times not. However, these separate motions are in the process of finding each other and synchronizing their efforts. We call this a “revolution” because it serves to turn the tables, and if there were another word more all-embracing than revolution – we would use it.
As simply as can be stated, the goal of the non-feminist revolution is to bring about feminism’s moral isolation by driving a wedge between feminism and non-feminism, and by reducing feminism’s presently vague and fuzzy borders to a sharp line that anybody can clearly discern. This will embrace a multitude of operations, both intellectual and political, and will prove fatal to feminism if properly carried out.
The present treatise does not aim to bring the newcomer to a point of target consensus. That is a task the reader must herself gradually bring to fruition in her own way. But I have posed for consideration, in a merely rhetorical fashion, the question of the reader’s non-feminism. I have urged the reader to ponder what that non-feminism might actually consist of, and I have stressed the importance of aligning such mental ingredients with those of other non-feminist partisans, in furtherance of our work.
The newcomer has likely heard of certain individuals known as “MRAs”, and been made aware that many of them, at any rate, have a rather piquant reputation. With respect to these . . “MRA” people, altogether too little, and too much, has been said. So at the risk of saying either too little or too much, I will venture another groat upon the heap: that any non-feminist man or woman who is “all fired up” about the idea that men are human beings with human dignity and human rights, may properly consider himself or herself an MRA.
But for the feminists, who are the dullest clods on earth and have no idea what is going on, the term MRA is simply an emotional lightning-rod for their barely suppressed guilt, and for their growing anxiety about feminism’s future.
On that note I conclude this treatise, trusting that the reader has gleaned something of value by the study of it.
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How can this be counter femanist if it doesn’t supply many of the untruths feminists advocate?
I am trying to compile a list of “falsehoods” that feminists have helped to spread:
http://www.rip-factor.com/formen/bwash.html
Feel free to e-mail me any suggestions – BUT – please provide reference material to back up any statistics you give.
Thanks.
I think you can find lots of data at Angry Harry’s site.
by observing feminism as objectve from outside that sector and noting the observations affecting the non feminist sector.
Good to hear from you Falsely Accused Soldier! Its been a while and hope you are well.
Feminism itself is an untruth, a terrible hoax, a lie that deceives everyone including women, devastates men, harms children and destroys families. This scripted “feminism” is as or more devastating than that of Heinrich Kramer who penned the “Witch’s Hammer” that has cost the lives of as many as 9,000,000 over a period of some 250 years.
It was the advent of radical feminists to destroy families, patriarchy, commerce with the vacuums filled by women without any regard to the devastation they leave in their wake including their fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins and their own sons!
Question is how much longer are men willing to take this unwarranted punishment? I say we have had enough and the time is now to stand firm and draw the line in the sand that we ought to guard without hesitation or reservation of any kind!
Information is power! It is our job to get the information out EVERYWHERE! This information must be easy to read and draw the attention of everyone! I am not willing to sit idle while men are being decimated and treated like worthless crap!
Anyone that is anywhere near Newmarket, Ontario should attend our Public Meeting on January 22, 2011 at 4pm put on by our organization the Canadian Maltese Charitable Service Trust and hosted by me with powerful speakers scheduled. http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=170975599594211 There we will spread the good word!
I have very little left to contribute to the Men’s Rights movement. I will make an attempt to contribute something. I have my story to contribute and so that is what I will do. This is a warning to all young men desperately seeking the American Dream and why being a White Knight is a very bad idea.
The place to start would be how I ended up being a White Knight, and ultimately an abused spouse. I was 24 years old and I have just ended my second engagement. My first fiancée had cheated on me and so had my second. At the time I knew nothing about hypergamy, beta males or alpha males or even what a White Knight was.
My wife at the time was fast on her way to hypergamy failure and was desperately seeking a beta male. Of course, I had no idea what was coming my way. It was the perfect time in my life for her to strike. She had just had her first abortion and she’d had that abortion because she was graduating from college and had been riding the African American Alpha Cock Carousel. In her desperation to trap an alpha male she had allowed herself to get pregnant. To her demise, the football team, basketball team and baseball teams all talked. The six men she had approached as potential fathers all disputed paternity and had made it clear to her that they would legally dispute paternity. She had no idea who the father was. She had the abortion and graduated from college.
She found a service sector job and began going down her list of men with potential. She re-entered my life sic months after my mother had passed away from lung cancer, about three months after my fiancée had left me (This woman had literally stolen my life savings, but that’s another long story.), and I was living in graduate student housing, working full time and working on my masters thesis. My life at the time was full of doubt, poverty and hard work. I was almost certain that I had lost the American Dream and that never find a woman I could trust. I was the perfect patsy to play the White Knight.
She had called my father and gotten my contact information. I was in the process of trying to run down my own personal list of potential wives (The American Dream was a house, a wife, children and two cars in the drive.) and she was dead last on the list, in fact I had crossed her off the list. As I went down my list of ten or so potential wives and call after call turned up a already married woman after married woman or engaged woman, I had become distraught and was becoming more and more sure that I would be forever alone.
The phone rang and it was her. She asked in a cheerful voice what I was doing this Saturday night. I responded that I wasn’t doing anything. She came over to my apartment, we went out, we slept together. I noticed immediately that she had curious sexual behavior, for example during intercourse she would chant, “Hurt me!” After a few encounters this way, the results always the same, I asked her to stop saying that.
Over the next few months she went in to full confession mode. She told me of her abortion, of all the men she’d ever slept with, she confessed to having sex with an entire baseball team, most of the football team and basketball team and literally tens of other men. In my mind I’m running numbers of over a hundred men she’d been with, the count was approaching nearly 170 men… She was confessing everything. Everything from abortion, sex with three men at one time, anal sex with tens of men and having multiple boyfriends at any one time.
As we saw each other over the next few months, I caught her cheating on me twice. I should have gotten the warning signs. She had me, I was her White Knight. I would forgive her sins. I would save her. Surely she would be true! If, I asked her to marry me.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. I graduated with a masters degree. The only job I could find was working in a warehouse and I worked a second shift, all our money was pooled and we got an apartment, paid off her student loans and her car loan. She worked in her service sector job and I found work at a pharmaceutical company putting my masters degree to work. We saved, we bought out first home, “we” had our first child.
She quit her job to stay home with our son. I discovered at this time that even though she had a degree in finance she was financially abusive. She didn’t care about money. She spent it. If I couldn’t pay the bill, it went on a credit card.
I remember the first time she hit me. We were sitting on the couch in out home and I was angry over a ridiculous purchase she had made, a dinning room table and chairs, I was explaining that the item had to go back… In an instant, to my shock and horror, she raised her fist and punched me square in the eye.
I remember getting up and walking outside and lighting a cigarette and with my mind spinning I was trying to figure out what I should do. I had no idea what to do. No one had ever told me what to do in such a situation. The dinning room table and chairs sure as Hell weren’t going back.
I went in and looked in the mirror and even though it hurt like Hell, and there was some minor redness, there wasn’t a mark on me. I went to bed and continued on with my life as if nothing had happened.
She didn’t. She was, behind my back, telling her family, my family and her friends that I had beaten her. I had no idea this was going on. When she suggested we get counseling, I of course agreed. I didn’t want to get hit again, and this counseling thing sounded like a great idea.
Little did I know when we entered our first session that the woman speaking to us would be so quick to judge. The first words out of my “wife’s” mouth were, “He abuses me! He abuses me verbally and financially and he physically intimidates me!” She told her story and it was a story, fabricated from whole cloth. By the time I was able to speak, the woman counselor, hushed me and suggested that I attend anger management classes.
I went to another counselor on my own. He really had no idea how to deal with me, he wanted to know if I was an alcoholic, drug abuser and why I was coming to see him. He was helpful in explaining that the counselor my “wife” and I were seeing would actually be able to testify in faily court and that I was probably being set up for a divorce.
I started going over to my fathers house after work and speaking to him about what I should do. He gave me great advice that I didn’t follow. I was after all trying to live the American Dream. After my “wife” discovered what my father was telling me to do, she starting hitting me more often, verbally and financially abusing me and in my condition, she was able to get me to go along with selling the house and moving us an hour away from my father.
I still don’t understand why it is that I have such low self esteem that I do what she wants and tolerate what she does. I don’t think any abused spouse in whatever stage I’ve been in for the past twenty years knows why they allow themselves to be abused. Fear mostly. Fear of what will be the results of a divorce, what will the legal system will do to me? Will I be impoverished, will I not be able to pay the support? Will I go to jail?
I worked hard and learned and gained experience and was promoted. We moved to a new location and my salary more than doubled. The abuse only got worse.
After four years of marriage I cleaned out my IRA and paid off our first massive load of credit card debt. As I worked and became more and more successful, we would move, buy a larger house, and in a sick four year cycle I would clean out my life’s savings to pay off her credit card debt.
I was enabling her to spend and buy ever larger homes. I would work get promoted and we would move. Over the course of a 18 year marriage, a twenty year relationship I’ve been promoted eight times and we’ve moved to a bigger more expensive home each time.
We’ve had four children, our oldest is 16 and our youngest is 3. Each time she was getting ready to return to work to help support her lifestyle and each time she became pregnant, preventing her from working outside the home.
Her lifestyle is extravigant. She drives a new car (Siena XLE Limited, before that it was a top of the line suburban, before that another top of the line Siena, before that, what’s it matter?), she lives in a huge 4,000 sq ft house. The home has to go as we can no longer afford a house keeper. In fact she is instigating a lot of changes. At the same time I am discovering who I am with the help of a good counselor and the Men’s Rights movement.
I finally woke up this year in January. I started documenting her physical abuse and it stopped. The last time she hit me I called the police, a huge mistake. I got a separate checking account and started limiting her access to the money. The credit cards are all maxed out. I’m talking about $60k in credit card debt alone. She is on a mission now.
She began cheating on me in an obvious fashion. I now doubt the paternity of our last three children. I’m especially concerned over the paternity of our last child. She got a part time job. She has spoken to a lawyer. She is alienating the children from me at an even more intense level. She is working hard at isolating me from my own family, the children and her.
She still believes she holds all the cards. She takes great joy in telling who she has told what and what an evil person I am to those people.
I guess the point of my story is a simple one. It doesn’t have to be this way. If I had been educated about women in the correct way. If I hadn’t been taught to fully buy in to the feminist myths about sexuality, White Knight behavior, and if the legal system still allowed divorce with fault… I wouldn’t be this hollow shell of what I could have been.
Now after a life time of hard work and doing the right thing, I face chapter thirteen bankruptcy, divorce, alienation from my children and having a bleak out look on the remainder of my life.
My wife after a life time of abusing a man, has significant child support and maintenance to look forward to. Since she won’t have to claim the child support on her income and since she spent her life sleeping around on… Er I mean creating a home, she will file chapter seven bankruptcy and avoid paying any of the debt she created. She’ll keep the car, she’ll have a guaranteed income for the next 15 years. Her legal bills will be covered by me. Divorce is her coup de gra. She can’t lose. She won’t face prison for lack of funds to pay child support, she won’t face homelessness, she will have health care at my expense.
The fact is, I did this to myself. I thought I could guarantee myself a loyal wife by “saving” a feminist. I thought love mattered to feminists. Love does not matter to them. Feminists have won for women, life without accountability and that my brothers is the greatest achievement of the twenty first century.
@il128, “The fact is, I did this to myself” When you make statements like that you assign the blame to yourself. Yes, you were naive, but that does not give here the right to use the law, a child or men to her own benefit. Do not let her off the hook so easily. As for making a contribution to the movement, consider starting a ncfm chapter at your Uni or place of employment.
This seems like a story right out of hell. My first thought was that we should make a site containing testimonials from guys like you. But my second thoughts were these testimonials wouldn’t be read by the men who should read them. Only MRA’s would read them. Multiple times I warned my friends against women. I told them not to marry, I told them not to trust certain women, but it all doesn’t seem to help. Are we men f*cking blind or what? Can I ask you something? When you started the relationship with her and there would have been men like the men on this site who would have warned you, would you have believed them? I don’t think so, because that’s what I’m seeing when I warn other men. So I think it’s kinda hopeless…
If it were worded as a testimonial. Yes. If I had known what a mistake I was making by being given an example of what I was doing? Yes, I’d have saved myself.
I came close to caving a few times. I was lucky. Now if you wanna hear some sexual harrasement nightmares in the corporate world, I’ve got stories. One way or another, they have the power to break you, and they will if you don’t educate yourself/deprogram yourself. Take the vagina goggles off.
Great essay. Inspirational and incisive. The power lies in defining the terms, and mocking and discrediting feminism’s claims (not to mention those of the socialist moonbats) is the way to remove their power.
I have worked in a unionized environment heavily infected with feminazis and their white knight manginas for over 10 years (not by choice, but the fact I wish to eat and bureaucracies are infinitely worse, IMO, for they are run by HR pitbulls). The scars I have incurred while still outperforming the widdle girls is testament to the truth I carry.
Tomorrow will bring another battle, and the day after, but the more they lose power and are exposed and the more they lash out, the more I expose their evils.
The Average Male
When it comes to women
the average male
is an all too willing sucker
a naive schlemiel
just begging to be fleeced
by a con artist
twisted around the pinky
finger of his squaw
she leads him round about
like a gelded bull
with a steel ring hanging
down from his nose
commanding him to heel
like a lil doggie
contented to wear a leash
Copyright David M. Green December 27, 2010
I didn’t read that whole thing above. I’m no novice at men rights activism but even I found that piece to be abstract and hard to follow. I got about half-way through and started skimming for something relevant or poignant to me.
If that was supposed to be an introduction to the new-non-feminist then I doubt it will be much use. It was too long for starters. A wall of words does not make for an interesting read and often drives the casual reader elsewhere. And it was too abstract. Concepts that advanced MRA’s might understand will probably not resonate with initiates.
If you want to draw a line in the sand then focus on those existential concepts that people can clearly see are “unequal”. ie. reproductive rights, criminal law, education, divorce, parental rights.
These are the things that most men come up against in their daily lives and are most likely to bring them to the MR movement. They need to know that we are here and we understand and accept them. They are not alone and we all know that this is going on and if they join us we can all work together to fix the problem.
Finally, while I regularly describe feminism as a hatred of men I also realize this is a concept that is beyond most people’s ability to grasp. It’s like saying, the flag and apple pie are communist plots. I say this to people mostly for it’s shock value but also to plant a seed. Most people are reasonable and if someone else has equated feminism with hatred I believe they will begin to look, if only casually, for instances of hatred within feminism. And hopefully that see will grow.
But this is something I do individually. As a group if we attack the source directly we look entirely different. Their definition of feminism is a movement for equal rights for women. Who can be opposed to that? It is, of course, a movement which scapegoats all men as the wellspring of women’s troubles. Or as I like to call it–patriarchy 2.0. And I say this because what feminism works towards is the subservience of men to women–same as it ever was under so-called patriarchy.
What I believe will be more effective is–recruiting. And we recruit by putting a simple message out there that certain facets of our society are inherently unequal an oppressive. We focus on those issues which, prima facie, can be recognized by men as unfair to them. Once we’ve gotten their attention and have directed to information resources like Youtube (HappyMisogynist) and others they can begin to piece together the rest.
Falsely Accused Soldier,
Glad to see you posing. I was worried that powers to be had tracked you down and cut your computer off.
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If someone had not experienced feminist terror your story would seem like fiction. But it’s very persuasive narrative how hope springs eternal and we men fall for it. Hopw you will survive to warn more men.
feminist political privilege is like an orgy of chocolate to women who simply become fat on it. Maybe they didn’t buy the chocolate but they’re certainly willing to gorge themselves with it. The white knight male feminists are just hoping that either they will be mistaken for chocolate or that there is enough chocolate to keep the animal happy so they don’t get gorged by it.
truffle feminists, snorting through the fields for more sugar.
Thank you Fidelbogen. I’ve always had respect for your work. Thought you might enjoy this inspiring speech from FIRE that is intended to open the closed institutions that feminists among others breed in: http://thefire.org/article/12695.html . I also suggest you move beyond counter-feminism to anti-feminism. We need to courageously offend those who thought-lessly try to destroy us. One Soly (One Day in the Life of Ivan..) is all we need to pop the totalitarian bubble. So far the feminists haven’t gained the power to murder people or to ban ‘problematic’ people but we better not waste time or we will soon be back in the USSR.