In recent decades, Feminists have been riding high, tearing down the institutions and social fabric of the western world. They have conquered our courts, bolshevized our bureaucracy, and power-drill fucked our pop culture until all that remains is a quivering, whimpering heap of ultradiversity and hamster-crack.
The enemies of Feminism are legion though, as the creed has shattered many lives, and rendered the world a darker, weaker, and lonelier place. The enemies of feminism are wise, the enemies of feminism are disciplined, and the enemies of feminism are right. Still, they have been on the losing end of this battle for a century.
Hercules was stronger than Medusa, but he could not slay her on his own. Medusa was so ugly, so vile, so repulsive, that not even a Demigod could gaze into her eyes without turning to stone.
As with Hercules, so it is for the anti-feminists. To gaze into the eyes of Feminism, to see it for what it is, is to feel your heart turn to stone. But To understand Feminism, to see it for what it truly is, we must gaze into her eyes without flinching.
So let’s begin with some historical perspective. Feminism is a branch of Marxist-Leninism, the most vile and destructive ideology that mankind has ever known. See here and here, if you need convincing.
But why is the history of Feminism so closely entwined with that of Marxism? What do female empowerment and class warfare have in common? What the hell is Marxism, anyways?
These are big questions. That last one is the biggest, and I won’t try to answer it now. But here are some of the core beliefs that Marxists adhere to:
- Marxists believe that the bourgeoisie capitalist elite is oppressing the workers and that private property is an institution that perpetuates class divisions.
- Marxists believe that the great powers were oppressing their colonies and retarding their growth with their authoritarian, imperialist governments.
- Marxists believe that all private property is theft, and that productive assets should be liquidated and handed over to the workers.
Note the common theme among all of these beliefs: If true, they justify a redistribution of the present allocation of assets and political power. Marxism is the original Rationalization Hamster, the historical tool of men who would rather take from others than build on their own. It is broader than Marx, it is more powerful than the Comintern, it is older than Gracchus, and it lives and breathes today in the rapidly-decaying postwar western democracies.
Modern feminism, to mix the Herculean metaphor, is but one head of this Hydra.
To destroy Feminism, or Marxism, we must aim for its heart. Otherwise, we’re just spraying the extinguisher at the top of the flame.
Where is the heart of Marxism? What is the source of its energy and organization?
Marxism is able to attract smart and ambitious followers because it has money and power to offer them. Obeying the law and working for a living is no fun. Organizing a revolutionary movement? Hey, now we’re talking! Remember, we’ve got to redistribute those resources to somebody.
But what is the heart of Feminism?
True, there is some economic redistribution going on through family law courts, welfare, equal pay laws, and so on. But its a drop in the bucket compared to the cash cows of Climate Change, Diversity Inc, and wars to bring Democracy to our little brown brothers.
So what’s going on?
Steve Sailer provides a hint with Sailer’s Law Of Female Journalism:
“The most heartfelt articles by female journalists tend to be demands that social values be overturned in order that, Come the Revolution, the journalist herself will be considered hotter-looking.”
Substitute “Feminist” for “Female Journalist” and we arrive at a more general definition:
Feminism is the set of ideologies whose aim is to redistribute the natural allocation of access to desirable men. It is Marxism in the Sexual, rather than Economic Marketplace.
The ultimate goal of the Feminist is to create a world in which all women are as hideous and awful and dead inside as they are, so that everyone can have an equal timeshare in the alpha harems, and everyone’s fatherless offspring can be raised by the same uninspired bureaucrats in the same grey-walled, concrete and plate-glass buildings.
- Feminists tend to be some combination of fat, old, ugly, abrasive, and slutty.
- Feminists want to convince men that we should be attracted to fat, old, ugly, abrasive sluts.
- Feminists want to convince women that it is OK for them to be fat, old, ugly, abrasive sluts. They want desirable women to become fat, old, ugly, abrasive sluts, so that the feminists no longer look so bad in comparison.
- Related to (1) and (2), Feminists want to convince men and women that it is immoral for men to not be attracted to fat, old, ugly, abrasive sluts.
This is why Feminism is working so passionately to ruin American women. Cui bono from the widespread adoption of feminist beliefs that destroy our once-slim, once-feminine, once-nurturing women? The answer, first and foremost, is the women who were already destroyed to begin with.
Feminists know that, in a monogamous world where everyone pairs up with an equally desirable mate, they could only ever earn the favour of weak, bottom-feeding men. Feminist ideology, i.e. the hysteric and childish whining about Patriarchy, Shaming Language, and Socially Constructed Gender Roles, is no more than the set of rationalizations with which they seek to drag the rest of womankind down to their level.
There’s the theory. Now let’s check out the data:
(Here’s the full slideshow. Or, just head out to a slutwalk near you next year and see the carnage for yourself.)
And what of male feminists?
Some male feminists are just harem-amassing alphas in disguise, happy to make use of a belief system which is quite useful at talking girls out of their panties. Your author is always willing to inject a few morsels of non-judgemental sex-positive pap into a seduction to grease the wheels. But I’m a sociopath and a liar. The typical man finds it easier simply to internalize the adaptive beliefs, as we see in case of the egregious Hugo Shwyzer.
There are also many sincere ‘male’ feminists, or at least feminists that some doctors might, on the basis of extensive genetic testing, and in a purely technical and pedantic sense, refer to as ‘men.’
These are the boot-licking Mangina Omega. They are dying of thirst in a sexual desert, desperately trying to slake their thirst by chewing on a pile of wet sand.
Ugly, cranky feminists are at the absolute bottom of the sexual desirability (hierarchy trigger alert!) totem pole. But that still puts them out of reach to a large number of men. Some of these men are so desperate, so weak, so lacking in principle, and so unable or unwilling to constructively improve their lives, that they adopt a strategy of complete and utter subservience to the Hamsterarchy, in the hopes that they’ll beg off some morsel of terrible sex from some swamp donkey of a feminist.
Does this strategy ever work? Perhaps occasionally.
But I wonder how many blog groupies David Futrelle has. David, care to weigh in? For the sake of your pride, feel free to give your ‘tally’ in raw tonnage. I suggest comparing notes with fellow traveler in fat acceptance Nigel. A friendly wager, perhaps! But I digress, and this post is long enough for today.
Dear reader, I challenge you to find me a feminist who does not look like Jabba The Hut after his face caught fire and someone had to put it out with a wet chain. I challenge you to find me a slutwalk that is in any way distinguishable from a zombie parade in miniskirts. I challenge you to find me a This Is What A Feminist Looks Like t-shirt free of giant FUPA stretch marks and rancid butter-sweat armpit stains.
Failing that, please join me in celebrating a new holiday: The First Annual Ugly Feminist Awareness Week
Go forth and find ye some pictures and biographies of the most hilariously undateable, unloveable, untouchable feminists out there, and post links to them in the comments. Fellow bloggers, please join me in observing this joyous occasion. The rules are simple: There are no rules. Surprise me, surprise your readers, maybe even surprise yourself. Have some fun with it.
Make a feminist cry today.
(Cross-posted to In Mala Fide.)