Site Update: 06 April 2020

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Two weeks ago I became aware of a possible unpaid volunteer opportunity in my area, which involved caring for sick people in an improvised field hospital. I immediately forwarded my own name for consideration. I did so for a number of reasons, including:

  1. I am under 55, do not have lung cancer, heart disease or diabetes, and thus am “low risk” according to the profile of the current pandemic.
  2. I love my neighbors, and I love the area I live in.
  3. I don’t have a wife, nor any young children who depend on me.
  4. I have spent years proclaiming myself various things on the internet, including M.G.T.O.W., a communist, an epicurean, etc. Volunteering coheres with the propositional values of all those labels.
  5. I’m a freakin’ schoolteacher, so I’ve probably already got antibodies for every mutation of coronavirus already.
  6. I predicted (correctly) that by the time such an opportunity materialized, I would be bored stiff.

This morning, I got a phone call asking if I was still willing to volunteer in such a capacity. I answered in the affirmative. I was then told that it was likely that I would be called for a 12-hour shift this week, and the caller disconnected without giving me any further details.

I constitute a member of a standing reserve, which serves its useful purpose in labor, particularly when married family men are busy. I’ve lived a very fun and indulgent life, largely at the expense of the surplus created by family men, and it’s an honor to allow one such man to tend to the welfare of the next generation. Nothing is going to happen to me; but, if it did, I’d be proud to join my grandfathers in Valhalla.

I am not going to delete this blog, but I am anticipating a lot of time away from it. For this reason, I am closing comments, and I am putting all new articles from the other authors into moderation. I encourage all of you gentlemen to continue the bantz over at Derek’s blog, or Jason’s blog, which are linked in the sidebar. I’ll try and post interesting stuff as time allows, and I’ll be back in a couple of weeks, eager to get back to making fun of feminists.

Author: Boxer

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