Men are evolved for hardship. Without enemies to fight, wild animals to hunt, or frontiers to explore, we wash up upon adulthood feeling lost, living pieces of our lives through vicarious films, books, computer games depicting adventures we will never get to have.

And that means all of us. These adventures are hardships undertaken out of necessity. For the sake of survival, or advancement, or duty. They are not fun. They are not pleasant to have. They are harrowing experiences we are glad of afterwards, because they make of us what we would not otherwise have been.

Richard Branson skydiving out of a hot air balloon onto his private submarine that's launching a rocket isn't having an adventure. He's playing with toys, and he is in no way making himself more of a man than I am when I get scuba certified, or go skydiving. Our grandfathers didn't fight WWII because they wanted to be cool. They did it because they had to. And that was the important part.

We have automated ourselves a cozy womb to live in, and we are banging on the walls in frustration.

But if we have failed to become the men we could have been, in a world that might just no longer need warriors, hunters, and explorers, how much more profound is women's failure to become women, in a world that still needs nurturers?

Select your average woman. Not a horrible tumblr SJW harridan, not a legbearded feminist hambeast, but just the average modern specimen of womanhood. What has she done, what can she do, that is useful to anyone other than herself?

  • She is not fit, strong, and healthy.
  • She is not beautiful.
  • She is not loyal.
  • She does not uplift the spirits of those around her.
  • She has no useful productive skills, other than "getting paid for doing something or other in an office".
  • She can't cook.
  • She can't manage a household.
  • She waits until the least healthy possible time to have children.
  • When they are born, she feeds them from a plastic bottle instead of her breast.
  • If they are male, she has a piece of their cock sliced off with no anesthesia, instead of fighting to protect them like any decent mother would.
  • When they are older, she feeds them food made in a factory and packaged in bags and boxes, instead of fresh vegetables, fruit, meat, and cheese.
  • She gives them carbonated sugar water to drink, and "treats" made from corn syrup.
  • Instead of devoting her time to loving them, she puts them in the care of a stranger so she can go back to doing things in an office.
  • When they are older, she sends them to public school where they learn to be good, obedient, factory workers and buyers of consumer junk, rather than strong, independent, self-reliant adults.
  • Odds are good she deprives them of their father, if they ever had a chance to know their father at all.

It is arguable that our society no longer needs warriors, hunters, explorers, men of adventure. If so, perhaps it is our lot to find some way to survive and make accommodation with being none of those things.

But our world has not stopped, and as long as there is a human race, will never stop, needing strong, healthy, happy children, a next generation that is mentally stable, physically sound, who can create their society's future without laziness or crippling fear.

This is women's ONE JOB. And they have failed for generations.

Men are not men because women are not women. And women are not women because men are not men. The Greatest Generation gave birth to the worst, and together they pulled apart the very thing upon which all societies are grounded.

The family.

Selfish women demanded its destruction for the sake of poisonous ideals, and selfish men gave them what they wanted for the sake of looking like nice guys and maybe getting some of that "free love". It is the family which creates each future generation, which passes on the practices and values which make people healthy, happy, and whole, and allow them to create their own family, their own next generation.

So what, indeed, will you tell your grandchildren?

Nothing. You won't have any. We are not the heroes who are going to save society. We are rats deserting a sinking ship. It is vain and foolish and prideful and disingenuous to pretend that just by lifting enough black iron plates, injecting enough trenbolone, earning enough money, or inspiring enough vaginal moisture we can "save" society. We do not control society. It will not listen to us, and I, for one, will not bend the knee and beg for its attention. My missions will be my own, in the service of myself and those few people who earn a place in my tribe with their proven loyalty.

Adventures are heroics and heroics are self-sacrifices, and thankless self-sacrifice is the province of the slave, not the hero. Someone else can have the grandchildren and work out what to tell them.