SirHamster’s Spinster Daughter: Doxxed!
I long ago grew weary of first-order interaction with Dalrock’s merry band of morons. Even so, their antics continue to amuse, entertain, and — albeit from a distance — inspire.
So it is that I wandered over this evening, completely devoid of good ideas for an article of my own, and found this gem.
I didn’t bother reading the whole thread, but I can imagine the catalyst. Back in the day, Scott was semi-regularly derided as a “cuck” for doing what men have done since Sumeria: transforming a common wimminz into an honorable wife. The people who criticize his choices, after the fact, would have been spat upon by their own grandfathers; and, by mouthing off this way, they reveal themselves to be the status-quo male feminist faggots.
Dalrock’s comment section remains a temple to the goddess, where fake Christians worship at the matriarchal altar.
When a man marries a woman, he transforms that woman from whatever she might have been one hour prior, into an honorable wife and the keeper of his own household. This alchemical process remains an eternal mystery, but it is one which every patriarch ought to accept without too much trouble. A good man and member of the community might choose to marry a prostitute, and all his friends may have spent the week prior attempting to talk him out of his choice, but once the deed is done, they all shut the fuck up, because civilization depends upon that man, and once the ring is in place, insulting her invites a grudge from him.
Cane Caldo’s Skank Sister: Doxxed!
Scott is a bit older and a bit more serious than I am, so I’ve never seen him laugh at the screechers in the Dalrock insane asylum, even as they fling their shit in his direction. Dalrock’s miscreants are safe, in their feminist paradise, free to insult their neighbor’s wife without fear of any natural consequences.
Scott’s wife was once a single mom, and Scott was once a playa. I don’t know the story. I assume they may have met in a nightclub and fucked.
Then they got married. He motivated her to have several more kids, keep a nice home, and wear dresses. She took care of things so well that he was able to go back to school and get some sort of headshrinker degree. Now they’re Dr. and Mrs. Scott, who write articles on the internet, encouraging people like their yesterdays to become their best selves, as they have aspired to do. This is labeled (even by the good doktor hisself) as hypocrisy.
I admire these two brazen hypocrites. If we examine what hypocrisy actually is, maybe you will, too.
What is hypocrisy, but a praxis of “fake it ’til you make it”?
The scum would feel empowered if you boys just sat around, wallowing in the squalor of your own hedonistic vices, rather than attempting to become your best selves. In this regard, they’re identical to the feminists, who endlessly attempt to tell your little sister that fucking strangers is a great idea, and that it’s totally normal to have Herpes and HPV. The minute you aspire to greatness, you’re derided as a hypocrite, by these people who desperately want to evade capture by their own useless morality.
The Christian scum on Dalrock rail against men like Scott because Scott’s mere presence reminds them of the patriarchal truths that they hate: that marriage is a means to transcending one’s past, that honor is a worthy indicator of human quality, and that a disciplined life pays material rewards. Deny your critics the ability to feel good about their own laziness. Embrace and extoll your hypocrisy at every opportunity! Greatness is impossible without some measure of it.