Over on Dalrock, Luke writes:
With no women to drain them financially… many [single incel men] could save up to afford… surrogate services.
Luke doesn’t know what he’s talking about, of course, but in this case, he’s not alone. There is a wide-ranging myth structure surrounding technology, which is supposedly going to make feminism disappear real soon now. Surrogates join sexbots and Virtual Reality waifus in the expected antifeminist turn.
Let us now indulge in a thought experiment. Let’s suppose Luke’s pal, Joe, decides to go the surrogate route, as a result of Luke’s bad advice.
As increasing numbers of men are doing today, Joe hires a fertility clinic in India, which arranges (for a fee) to find a series of potential egg donors. Joe picks egg donor A: a leggy supermodel, who also has a Ph.D. in physics from Cornell, to be the biological mother of his kids. The clinic arranges for some poor unfortunate woman from a backwoods town to carry the pregnancy to term. Less than a year later, presto, Joe has twin babies Johnny and Janie, and is bringing them home to North America, hassle free.
At this stage of the game, Joe thanks Luke profusely. Joe has no unruly wimminz holding the threat of divorce and child support over his head, and he thinks that he is in the clear. The wait to adopt children is lengthy and just as expensive, and even where the law allows a single man to adopt children, many birth mothers won’t sign the papers. Most importantly, adoption doesn’t result in your own genetic progeny running around underfoot. It seems like Joe has won big.
Now, fast forward a few years. Joe and his two kids are minding their own business, living their lives, when a concerned female citizen phones the child protection bureau. It seems Johnny said something this filthy wimminz judged as crude, and suddenly, Joe is in the crosshairs of the bureaucracy. The state’s child protection racket sends over a social-worker… another bullying wimminz, naturally, who concludes that Joe must be a monstrous racist and pedophile, given the lack of a wimminz in the home. She uses her state-granted authority to pull Johnny and Janie immediately into protective custody. They will subsequently be split up, to be raised in different areas.
Johnny goes to an overcrowded orphanage, where he is mercilessly bullied, underfed, and has all his shit stolen. He’ll shortly be fucked in the ass by the Christian priests who run the place. Other inmates of the orphanage will eventually introduce him to drugs, stealing, and trying to escape at every opportunity.
In his 20s, he’ll either suicide or be imprisoned.
Janie goes to live with a “foster family” consisting of two disgusting bulldykes. Recall that the feminist state has allowed such beasts to anally marry one another.
Johnny and Janie have their placements solidified in court, in front of a faggot CONservative judge, who lectures Joe that: “Two parent homes are always superior to one parent homes…” before banging his gavel.
With their positions secure, the bulldykes begin teaching young Janie healthy sexual expression, through what bulldykes like Eve Ensler call “the good kind of rape”.
In her 20s, she’ll either suicide or turn to prostitution.
Joe gets to see his two kids, for one hour a week, under the supervision of one of the feminist social workers. He also gets to pay for the ongoing torture of his kids, in court-ordered child support, until they become legal adults, at which point their lives are already effectively over.
Remember, gentlemen, you do not have any say over your kids. Your children belong to the feminist state. Once you internalize this truth, you’ll find yourself ready to participate in Marcuse’s great refusal.