I know it’s a tough, highly politicized world out there. While in college courses listening to feminists spout garbage about how oppressed women are all over the world, and while reading their offensively bad material, I thought I’d better keep my mouth shut and try to play along. I really wish I hadn’t done so. Feminists always graded me poorly — I was the “white male oppressor” and, even worse, an obvious smartass. I couldn’t hide who I was from them no matter how I tried. If there’s anything that might have helped me, it might have been some sassy game, which would have allowed them to overlook my clearly contrary views. Hell, I’ve known red-diaper social workers to drop their pants for skinheads, provided the shorn, tattooed serial criminals were adorable enough in their badness.
I know a guy who did time for felony weapon-dealing and then won a Marxist, Latina social worker to his side in a custody dispute. The kicker? This guy had a swastika tattooed on his back in prison and was a known gangster. He won custody, too! And then he proceeded to knock up another girl and father four more babies in addition to the two he already had. Despite heavy drinking and cheating, he’s still got a devoted wife — and a successful business.
I’ve also known guys who were decent, honest, hardworking and careful men who got hauled into DV diversion programs despite never having laid a hand on anyone – man or woman – in their entire lives. Men who innocently compliment coworkers get dragged before HR on sexual harassment complaints. The men who follow the rules consistently get nailed. They are hated for being obedient, polite and compliant.
More and more, I’ve come to realize that Whiskey is right: women hate beta males. They hate them with a vengeful passion. They want their jobs, their money and their credentials. And after taking these things, they want to punish them severely. The war of the sexes is, above all, a war women wage against the pillars of civilization: those men who swallowed their pride and did their duty to build the magnificent cities and systems that sustain us today.
So what I’d like to suggest is that the men who timidly do their duty in fear of the axe hanging over their head ask themselves what they are truly gaining from their obedience. I’d like to see more guys simply tear off the gag and be a bit more open. It might actually do these men some good to be a bit more daring. One thing I’ve noticed is that people’s affections toward others aren’t usually based on political views, but rather more visceral feelings. If you hate feminism and keep it bottled up, the feminist coworker will know, and she’ll hate you just the same as if you were a “male chauvinist pig” demanding sandwiches. In fact, she’d probably like you far more if you demanded a sandwich with a twinkle in your eye than she would if you merely stared at the ground, saying “yes ma’am” every time she made a demand.
Now that experience has taught me these truths, I’d like to go back to some of these classes, and tell the feminist professors exactly what I think of them. I’d be happy to tell them in front of the entire class that I think their assignments are garbage. They can love me or hate me, but I honestly don’t think it would make much difference in terms of grades. I imagine it would be the same in a work environment, but I can’t say for sure on that score. Perhaps some guys who work at highly PC establishments can give us their opinion as well.
I’d like, once again, to bring Niccolo Machiavelli’s quote concerning fortune to attention:
I conclude therefore that, fortune being changeful and mankind steadfast in their ways, so long as the two are in agreement men are successful, but unsuccessful when they fall out. For my part I consider that it is better to be adventurous than cautious, because fortune is a woman, and if you wish to keep her under it is necessary to beat and ill-use her; and it is seen that she allows herself to be mastered by the adventurous rather than by those who go to work more coldly. She is, therefore, always, woman-like, a lover of young men, because they are less cautious, more violent, and with more audacity command her.
–Niccolo Machiavelli in The Prince
