Angry manosphere dudes sure do love them some apocalyptic fantasies! Which totally makes sense, since they all seem to imagine the apocalypse as little more than an opportunity to deliver a big “told you so!” to women and “manginas” and probably their pet goldfish.
Over on MGTOWforums.com, our robogirl-obsessed friend avoidwomen has been reposting assorted comments he’s apparently found on The Spearhead, and which he just loves, loves, loves! Unfortunately, he hasn’t provided links or any other information about them, and Google didn’t much help, so I don’t know who exactly should get the credit for the following bit of postapocalyptic fiction.
It’s sort of long, but I think you’ll pick up the gist of it right away. (It also sounds really, really familiar – have I written about it before, or is it just that MRAs and MGTOWers are so predictably unoriginal?) Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Let’s begin:
An economic collapse will put women in their place. Virtually no women have the skills necessary to survive in the real world. They can survive in this artificial politically correct, multi-cultural, anything goes, “death to the West, death to the white male patriarch” system that we are presently in….
As the economy declines even further the government will be forced to make massive cuts. … The first things on the chopping block will be entitlements, the sort of entitlements that have enabled women to use big government as a substitution for a stable nuclear family, a family they would only be able to have by behaving themselves and conforming to acceptable standards of behavior as determined by their fathers and later their husbands.
And now we come to the payoff:
In the near future women will be given the choice of starving in the street, finding some way to hunt/fish/garden on their own, or conforming to the standards men set for them and being kept alive by men who actually place value upon their continued existence.
Let’s throw some Ayn Rand into the mix:
This dysgenic society favors the weak and indeed it subsidizes the weak at the expense of the strong and the fit. … We are ruled by thieves who steal from the productive and give to the idiotic masses to keep themselves in office at the expense of the intelligent, the creative, the productive, the true movers and shakers of society.
Can I have some “we hunted the mammoth” to go with that “Atlas Shrugged?”
We build civilizations yet we are penalized at every step of the way in every aspect of our lives. Instead of being allowed to innovate, invent, and create, we are made to subsidize the recklessness of unworthy women, tens of millions of illegal aliens, and any other group that some clique of weak and effeminate politicians decides to cave to.
Hmm. That’s pretty good. But still not quite melodramatic enough. Can we add some big blustery clichés to the mix? Some “we stand on the edge of a precipice” sort of shit?
We stand on the cusp of the precipice, gazing down into the abyss.
Oh, ok. I didn’t expect you to take me quite so literally. But never mind:
After our civilization is pushed over the edge a new one will emerge from the void left by the collapse of the old one. All we have to do is make sure it is to our benefit rather than to our detriment.
And now, back to all those mean bitches who were so mean to us:
The prospect of starvation, death by exposure to the elements, or being turned into a prostitute by a street gang that openly dominates some X number of city blocks in the absence of big government police, should be amply adequate to put most women in their place.
You can almost hear the writer jazzing in his pants as he writes this.
The question is not one of “will they come crawling back to us” but rather, “how do we respond when they do finally come crawling back.”
Yeah, ladies, maybe we don’t want you after all!
Most of them are bitter, selfish, self-absorbed, idiotic, brain-dead, used up whores, and I have no need for such creatures in my life. They don’t know how to cook, how to clean, how to butcher livestock, how to till a field, how to cultivate crops, how to hunt game, how to fish, how to defend themselves in hand-to-hand combat, how to zero a rifle, in short they have no practical useful skills for existence outside of an artificial globalist “post industrial” financial/retail services economic structure.
Ooh! In your face, ladies who can’t cultivate crops and take down bears in hand-to-hand combat!
Did your feminism prepare you for BEARS? I think not!
In addition they don’t even know how to treat people, especially men, in a right and proper fashion.
Um. What happened to hand-to-hand-combat and all that survival-of-the-fittest stuff? This seems a tad, er, petulant.
I personally have no use for a bunch of used up whores who “had their fun” and now expect men who know what is what and have their act together, to put their lives on the line to keep them safe.
Ah, now we’re rolling again.
Screw you, whores! It’s all fun and games until the economy collapses and the BEARS show up!
Hopefully in the new society, the one on the way, women will be treated as perpetual minors with no contractual capacity and no right to ownership of property. … what we cannot achieve politically will be achieved socially and physically by the nature of the coming collapse/implosion.
Yep, ladies. It’s our way … or the BEARway! (By which I mean, “the highway, except that the highway is covered with BEARS!”)
Never forget, that at some point back in time, EVERYTHING women have they obtained from MEN, either via big government initiated wealth/resource transfers, or because men were foolish enough to dote on them in some hope of obtaining sex/sexual access (or even just the affections/approval) from some creature that was doubtlessly a used up whore.
So there you have it. Our glorious future!
I’m not sure how the robogirls fit in all this exactly. If the economy collapses and we’re fighting the BEARS in the streets, won’t that put a little dent in production of robogirls?
Never mind. That’s a mere detail. The important things to remember are: Apocalypse soon, women screwed, men happy, BEARS.
Also, this useless modern woman knows how to make her own fertilizer and I know how to make yeast. I could probably even figure out in short order how to distill wine and beer—I’ve made my own before. I enjoy a little Farmer Jane stuff here and there and really like cooking, so I find the whole survivalist preening about what they “know” how to do really ridiculous. A lot of these skills are easy enough with a little practice. What they are primarily is time-consuming, which is the main reason people don’t engage in them anymore.
The exception is growing food. That is fucking hard. I’ve gardened before, and it’s a real beast if you grow more than herbs and some tomatoes.
ozy: I vote we start Manboobz City in the event of the apocalypse. I mean, we have a nurse and a couple of gun people and iirc some gardeners, we’re already several steps ahead than the keyboard jockey writing this.
I’m probably in. Tougher here in NJ than in Calif., but I can hope to return.
I have some skills, more to the point I have something better; far more useful.
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Hershele Ostropoler: Why do we need women hunting game if we’re hunting mammoths?
The women need to admit they don’t know how to hunt game, because the fact they can’t is why they will starve.
That list is interesting. Most of them are matters of interest, and most of those require practice. Zeroing a rifle is trivial. Using it well, is a bit different, and what it takes is practice. Most people don’t spend anywhere near the needed time to gain the skill in a way that doesn’t require steady maintenance. Even with all the time I’ve spent shooting in the past 39 years I’ve been doing it, I have to warm up some if I want to make good shots under pressure.
Tilling a field…. ooh… that’s hard work. It’s also a skill that requires either lots of help, or lots of other skills. One person, with a broke hoe, can do about a 1/4 acre a day. It takes either a good climate, and some specific knowledge of sympathetic planting, or a lot of acreage, to keep a family of four alive. The former can be done on about an acre and half, but three is better; that allows for some chickens/geese, and more variety in the vegetables, as well as some fruit treees; more “traditional” styles of “European” crop sets tend to need about 4 acres per person, with one lying fallow every year, which allows for pasturage for a couple of cows.
If one has horses, and the means to use a moldboard plow, one person can do 20-40 acres in a day. That ups the needed acreage, since horses need fodder, and there needs to be hay for the non-grass season, which means one has to know how to swing a scythe, and lay up a haystack (so that it doesn’t catch fire), and then a barn/hay cover, and trim hooves (or show them), as well as rig the plowing harness, etc.
and… it snowballs.
These guys are fools.
Baglesan: What if we turn all the bears into our Thug Lovers, and then cheat on all the men with them while the men support us, and then we have our Thug Lover Bears beat up all the dudes and take their wallets and their easily-accessible comestibles? IT COULD HAPPEN.
There are Inuit (IIRC) myths about just that thing.
Ozy: I think I am the secretary of war/defense. I am certainly the commandant of the militia/drill sergeant in charge.
Actually, Mert can have the SecDef slot. I want to be Warlord.
I am a bloodthirsty cuss.
I can think of four women who are going to come out on top in the apocalypse.
Yes, I do believe that that’s what they think, that being penis-bearers, all those skills will just come naturally to all of them.
Brewing is quite easy – you need:
-some kind of sugar
-water
-yeast
-containers, preferably ones you can put an airlock on to keep out wild yeast and mold, but in a pinch, just a cover and some venting should do.
-storage for the containers, at a temp that won’t kill the yeast
and
-time
-something to kill the yeast when it’s done is nice, but not necessary, as is a specific gravity measurer… thing. I’m sure there’s a technical name for it, but I’m blanking at the moment.
If you’re not picky, you can get something that’ll get you drunk in a month or so. I am, however, picky, and it would take some trial and error to get something nice.
I highly doubt that a bunch of grown men whining on the internet have the slightest grasp of basic survival skills.
Actually, I’m fixing to start turning these corncobs I’ve got in the freezer to corncob wine. Would a bucket with cheesecloth work?
Pam: Sad but true. I really do not get this attitude that some guys have, that the sun rises and sets in their pants, and that mere possession of a penis somehow makes them awesome and that women should worship it, and by extension, them. Sigh.
I just had a thought-
While it’s true that a lot of people would be screwed over in a situation like that, men and women alike, isn’t the knowledge of how to do a lot of that stuff recorded in books?
That is, even if somebody didn’t know how to butcher, couldn’t they read about it and learn? (They wouldn’t become competent overnight, but they’d have a start.) And couldn’t they learn from someone who has that knowledge anyway?
In my experience, when survival’s on the line, people tend to pick up things pretty quickly. Does this guy seriously believe women are incapable of learning to do something?
…stupid question. I wouldn’t be surprised if he does.
Clearly, the apocalypse will render people illiterate. Duh.
ithiliana: It’s The Winter’s Tale.
Amanda: You have two things to worry about with a brewing container: 1) letting the gasses the yeast makes out and 2) keeping contaminants out. Airtight is best- my husband suggests that if you can’t get a carboy and an airlock (around here it would be about $50), a jug big enough to hold your liquid with some space and a balloon over the mouth would work. Having some way to kill the yeast off when you’re done is good – I know they make some kind of powder the kills the yeast and makes it all sink down into the sediment.
-something to kill the yeast when it’s done is nice, but not necessary, as is a specific gravity measurer… thing. I’m sure there’s a technical name for it, but I’m blanking at the moment.
This generally happens all by itself. Some yeasts are weaker than others (don’t use beer, or bread, yeast on grape juice).
A stronger yeast (say champagne) will brew a very dry beer/cider, but that’s not a real problem, they will go dormant/die when the run out of sugar. Weaker yeasts (beer/ale/bread) will die when the alcohol ratio gets too high.
If all you have is beer/bread yeast, grapes and apples will ferment, tolerably well, with the yeast on the skins (the “bloom”). Bad cider can be made into applejack.
Beer/whisk(e)y is a bit harder, as it requires an intermediate step, to convert the starches to sugars.
The tool you are talking about is a hydrometer.
The post-apocalyptic scenario is always a tantalizing fantasy for those that feel they have no power in their daily lives and hate it all.
However, if society did collapse, life would be even harder, and you would hate it MORE. If you think it sucks now, with all our electricity and internet and highway infrastructure and laws to protect property and citizens, prepare for it to suck 20 times harder.
If you can’t get on in the first world, what makes you think you’ll succeed in the third?
Maybe the people clamoring for strife and civil war should put their money where their mouths are and move to Somalia, or Mexico, or Syria. Then they can prove their superiority without having to wait around for the chance.
I’m actually running a post-apocalyptic WitchCraft game tonight, and so have given much thought to such survival – though in my world, all tech has stopped working and magic has become much more powerful*. My group is big into the whole problem solving thing, I’m sure they’ll launch an expedition to figure out how to change things back soon enough.
*Dies the Fire by SM Stirling was a big inspiration for me in this, and it’s a great series to boot.
Pecunium: The people I learned from actually double or triple brew their mead: they let it brew down to zero sugar, then add more until it’s strong enough. I think the yeast killer also forces the dead yeast beasts down into the sediment, to make them easier to strain out. They once had a batch where the yeast just would. not. die. This resulted in some consternation with our Baron and Baroness when a bottle gifted to them popped it’s cork unexpectedly. The mead was delicious, though.
And yes, hydrometer, thanks!
Can’t you make cider just by leaving a jug of unpasteurized apple juice out at room temperature for a while?
If I had the space & money, I’d be learning how to spin & weave right about now. I guess these post-apocalypse MRA’s will run around without blankets or clothes? Hope none of them live in Canada!
I suspect there wouldn’t be much cleaning going on after society collapses, so even if he were right about women not knowing how (& anyone with even half a brain knows he’s wrong), it wouldn’t matter. Cooking would likely be over a fire or under hot coals & you’d be happy to have warm food. Pretty sure the main problem would be making sure you didn’t burn everything.
As has already been pointed out, gardening is usually done by women already so I think MRA’s would be in trouble there. And there are lots of women out there who can shoot & butcher & raise animals. Maybe it’s just the circles I hang out in, but I know a lot of women who raise their own animals for food & wool. Heck, my mother not only raised animals as a kid, she also learned to shoot & had to dig her own outhouse for Girl Guide badges. I’m sure there’s lots of older folks like her would may not be able to physically do the work anymore, but have the knowledge they can pass on.
Great site on winemaking http://www.winemakingtalk.com/ A lot of people there have made some very odd things into wines.
katz: Without a way to vent, the jug will explode. Everywhere. Half brewed apple cider all over the fridge is… really, really gross.
katz: Yes, but the quality will be less than stellar. Juice apples and cider apples are not the same.
Kathleen: Are they just adding sugar? Do they like a really yeasty mead? Because if all they are looking to do is up the alcohol, it’s easier, and more reliable, to just dose with everclear/vodka.
If they are using a top-fermenting yeast, then a fining agent is easier than a filter, but I’d look to just find the yeast I want, and brew to that. The most any yeast can get to is about 16 percent alcohol and mead’s SG can be preset, so that it brews dry, or sweet.
I think they are looking for other effects, which is fine, but not needed for general brewing, and most decidedly not for honey based beverages, where the brewer has absolute control of the conditions.