Wimminz have now made themselves so objectionable, so repellent, that even young, hormone-addled men are increasingly laughing at their best attempts to cajole them into a sexual relationship.
Over at the typical feminist web page, the typical feminists are doing their best to reassure their dupes about how they’re currently being depicted. In this article, a pseudoman named “Dan Van Winkle” assures wimminz that there’s no cause for alarm, because all the men who are refusing them dick and attention really aren’t worthy of their skank cunts anyway.
The feminists are correct, to some extent. Wimminz are indeed still getting fucked (and chucked) by men like me and the boys. We plow their holes and send them packing, until the next time we find them useful. Rinse and repeat.
The men that such wimminz really need, in a material capacity, are solid young brothers like Earl. Unfortunately, those men find harlots instinctively repellent, and the majority of wimminz on offer to such young brothers don’t meet the minimum standards for serious commitment.
Old “Dan” is desperate to peddle the nonsensical idea that men going without sex have “such a problem,” but one will note that “he” never specifies what this “problem” specifically entails. I can help him out in that regard. In my estimation, the average young brother who disciplines himself to abandon the hoez has problems like:
- more free time to do what he wants
- more disposable income, to spend as he likes
- the peace-of-mind which comes with being the master of his own house
- zero probability of child-support judgment
- No Herpes, HIV, HPV, etc.
It’s likely, in my estimation, that the average “incel” has much stronger ties to family members, without a meddling slut constantly attempting to undermine his relationships. He’s probably more likely to be politically and socially active in his community. I’m absolutely certain that he has none of the stress that I had, in my early twenties, when I was constantly trying to please a vacuous twat.
While it’s true that sex “takes at least two people,” it’s a mistake to assume that none of these men are actually fucking. They’re just being discreet. The sort of sex that these young brothers are likely having is the sort that won’t make it into a double-blind study in a peer-reviewed journal article. Some of them probably go see prostitutes and strippers. Others might have a downlow fling once in a while, no-strings-attached, thanks to Tinder. The rest might use VR porn, sexual devices, and/or just masturbate the old-school way.
Hey, boys, wimminz don’t want to have sex with you! They don’t want to fuck you, and in return, you get to keep your money, your families, your homes, your vacations, your jobs and your sanity. I’m sure you’re all broken up over this sort of rejection, right?
As for “Dan”‘s more specious claim, that wimminz are likely dyking out with one another rather than coupling up in normal relationships — it might be true, but he gives no evidence, and so what if it is? The serious men find you sluts disgusting, and the playaz don’t care what you do, provided you’re available on demand to drain our sacks. So go at it.
Hegel taught us that history was a process, driven by contradictions. That young men are abandoning wimminz today is a very alarming trend, when viewed in a historical context.
One can go wander around the comment sections of Dalrock or Heartiste, and see men in their forties and fifties and sixties who have “gone ghost,” because after a lifetime of divorce, nagging, and abuse, they finally decided that wimminz were no longer worth the trouble. In generations past (including my own) it was rare to see a young brother, under twenty-five, with this same attitude.
Today, I rub shoulders with men in their late teens and early twenties, and these men almost all hate wimminz. I have said it before: If the young men I hang out with saw a woman being beaten to death in the street, I believe the likely response would be laughing, and perhaps a few of them would pull out their cell-phones to record the spectacle.
Men my age might instinctively recoil from the thought that young men could be so cruel, and we might be tempted to castigate their whole generation for their psychopathology, but I understand it.
The average 15-year old boy has endured as much wimminz abuse as my generation’s 40-something divorced father. They’ve suffered under their skank-ho single mom, and they’ve suffered under their teachers, and they’ve suffered under the filthy feminist mass-media and pop-culture, which has told them from birth that they are garbage, and better off dead.
If the so-called experts and academics had an interest in our society (they don’t) they’d be scrambling to fix this problem. Unfortunately, that would mean changing wimminz into something more palatable — or at least fostering an illusion that a wimminz was worth more than her three holes. What are wimminz currently offering these men, which could compensate for the trouble and expense their presence causes? None of them know how to cook or keep a home. Examine some of the younger generation, and you’ll find that many wimminz seem to lack basic life-skills, like showering, shaving and brushing their teeth. Is it any surprise that their male peers find them untouchable?