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.
Skyal: I’ve heard of maple syrup being brewed like mead. It doesn’t sound very tasty, but it’s been done. I’ve had meads with various things added, like fruit or herbs – some were very good, some (of gods, onion mead, don’t even get me started!) were very, very nasty.
Cordials are actually much easier, assuming you have something like vodka or brandy around. Equal amounts booze and fruit, let it sit, strain the fruit out when it starts to lose color, then add sugar or sugar syrup or other sweetening to taste. A friend made some strawberry cordial that was like liquid strawberry jam, didn’t even taste of booze at all – silent but deadly! She made it with really, really expensive brandy.
“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.”
But men don’t live in this scarequote “post industrial” economic structure, oh no. They don’t go to restaurants or supermarkets, or use smart phones or microwaves. Nope, it’s only us squishy ladies. The MEN are all out hunting mammoth!
inb4 Not True Scotsman-type REAL men can zero a rifle/butcher livestock/hunt game and the rest are manginas argument.
Anonymous Mens’ Rights Jackhole sure seems convinced that when his fantasy apocalypse kicks in, so will a bunch of latent genes on his Y-chromosome, granting him (and all men) expert knowledge of all those things he was crowing that women couldn’t possibly know.
I also noticed the glaring omission of “knowing how to make water safe”. Sounds like someone has little or no actual outdoors experience.
Pecunium: They’re adding honey – I think they have some kind of super yeast from her training master, but I could be wrong. I know he was rumored to have bred his own yeast that could survive pretty high alcohol concentrations. But i also think that might be something she’s not allowed or prefers not to discuss – have to keep some mystery, I suppose. Their brews are consistently some of the strongest I’ve had, at least among homebrews.
I should point out that I’m the one who added BEARS to the postapocalyptic scenario here.
I would be almost completely screwed in the event of an apocalypse. I have very few skills
But I might do ok with BEARS, I’ve got a sort of badass cat. Cats know how to handle bears.
http://www.davesdailydose.com/pics/h/k/bear_cat_tree_funny.jpg
Oh, and the yeast killing is so they can add honey to sweeten. Why the hell did that take me so long to remember?
Spin? Weave? Everyone knows real men only wear the skins of animals they killed with their bare hands!
Things I do, in fact, know how to do reasonably well, despite my vagina:
cook (including a working knowledge of edible plants)
clean (I also have minor medical experience)
butcher livestock (I CAN FIELD DRESS A DEER)
how to till a field (had a giant garden growing up)
how to cultivate crops (I even know how to ROTATE them to prevent soil damage!)
how to hunt game (shit yeah I hunt game, I GOT game too)
how to fish (and how to gut the thing too)
how to defend themselves in hand-to-hand combat (they’re called testicles and they are weak)
how to zero a rifle (you got me here. I can kill squirrels, birds, and rabbits with a .22, though)
I can ALSO sew, crochet, spin wool, bandage wounds, can food, sharpen a knife, build a shelter, start a fire, fire an old-fashioned musket using powder I packed myself, and POISON YOU.
Come at me bro.
What was a I thinking, katz?! I wonder, do the animals wear the skins of the MRA’s who think they can kill animals with their bare hands, though? 🙂
I’d love to do more with wine making, but we haven’t had more than a couple bottles of my first & only batch & I made it when my husband was in hospital last summer.
And obviously that ‘a’ should be in the first sentence. *sigh* What I wouldn’t give for an edit button.
Skyal: It doesn’t take that much equipment to be able to cook fairly well over an open fire. I have most of it (and most of it is stuff I can use stove top too).
I’d like a woodburning stove, which is a bit trickier to make (or find), unless one is comfortable standing in front of something which is radiating at 300°F.
Those, perforce, also need a chimney, which means knowing how to do, at least, some carpentry (and metalwork, unless one finds 6″ sheetsteel conduit; just lying around.
I can spin, but I am so-so at it, and I don’t know more than basic theory on weaving. I am able to do basic knitting.
All in all, I can survive in a non-modern world, but it would require the “collapse” to happen in very late winter/early spring, or catching up with the supply problem of winter is going to require something fortuitous, a la the Pilgrim’s looting of caches in villages cleared by plague to make it to the next spring.
It is also worth noting that “individualism” is not a particularly good survival strategy. Humans are group animals and do very well cooperatively. Most small communities are just that-communities. And even fifty people that totally suck at everything under the sun will probably do better than one with skills when it comes to a fight. Strength in numbers, strength in co-operation. You don’t actually need a whole shit ton of redundancy, group work is much more efficient.
Lol. In the event of the apocalypse, you d00ds do realize that “survival skills” won’t mean squat, korrect? The shell of civilization will remain, but social mores and government- the wymyn’s teat- will have collapsed. There will be ample food, ample drink, all for the looting. Those that can get it- which will invariably be MEN, the stronger, tougher, and more intelligent gender- will come out ahead.
But as aforementioned, all this is moot because even if the collapse of civilization were imminent, it wouldn’t suddenly deposit us back in pioneer times.
I love how post-apocalyptic fantasies always have plenty of bullets.
Once the bullets run out, this supposedly useless woman will be making her own spears and atlatls. I bet I could figure out a bow and arrow pretty quickly, too.
Also, I may not know how to field dress a deer, but I do know how to preserve it without refrigeration so that everyone doesn’t get sick, plus which plants (’cause, you know, you’ll get sick and possibly die if your diet consists solely of meat) in my area can be used for food and how.
MRAL assumes that with the economy grinding to an apocalyptic halt, supermarkets will still be being stocked with food brought by truckers raised by farmers from miles away based on market signals and supplied with labor and fuel. Fat chance. There would be less and less all the time and the scavenging brutes not aligned with communities of both men and women would find themselves sidelined, marginalized and dead. Not to mention idiots trying to establish the He Man Women Hating New California Republic would find themselves at a loss compared to those that put the intelligence of the whole population to use.
So the MRAs want looting and hand to hand combat and the feminists are rotating crops, weaving, baking bread, canning and distilling alcohol? Hehe
As long as I can still order pizzas over the internet, I will do just fine in the apocalypse.
“Those that can get it- which will invariably be MEN, the stronger, tougher, and more intelligent gender- will come out ahead.”
Uh-huh, MRAL. What makes you think your beta ass is gonna be in that group? You’ll be whining about how all the alphas took your Cheetos and Mountain Dew.
I think I’ll be at ground zero with Ithilana. I would not do well without modern medicine.
MRA GobbleydegookLol. In the event of the apocalypse, you d00ds do realize that “survival skills” won’t mean squat, korrect? The shell of civilization will remain, but social mores and government- the wymyn’s teat- will have collapsed. There will be ample food, ample drink, all for the looting. Those that can get it- which will invariably be MEN, the stronger, tougher, and more intelligent gender- will come out ahead.
Right….
And no.
If nothing else… Sam Colt still makes men equal. Women aren’t stupid, and people who sit still live longer.
Fools who come in to take, are likely to get shot. My mother (and my sisters, my female cousins, many of my girlfriends, etc.) are just fine at pulling a trigger, and if you can dodge a supersonic piece of lead… well you are a better man than I.
Since I don’t believe that, well you can finish the thought.
Teamwork, in such a situation, more than makes up for brawn and bravado.
Even if you were right (which is very much not the case) about women’s intellect, etc., the odds of a homosocial division of men and women is nil. So the women can be doing all manner of support roles (bandages, lookouts, etc.) while the men stand to the walls.
And you will get drilled from hundreds of yards away.
Because again, Sam Colt, so to speak, made men equal.
And the looting thing… ends pretty quickly. There is, at any given time, about three days worth of food in any given city. So, unless a huge number of the people die, and that in a hurry, the food is gone.
Water is a different problem, as is medicine (ever seen what happens when people get, “the flux”? I didn’t think so. Pedialyte isn’t exactly going to be showing up to deal with it).
Again, community is going to make all the difference. What happens to Mr. Stud-muffin when he sprains his ankle? Or breaks a finger?
I’ll take my chances with the stay in place types.
OHSHIII said: “I also noticed the glaring omission of “knowing how to make water safe”. Sounds like someone has little or no actual outdoors experience.”
That’s just it. Even with the extremely unrealistic assumption that “avoidwomen” knows how to till the soil, hunt, prevail in hand-to-hand combat, cultivate cotton or linen and make cloth from them — all using only neolithic tools and methods, of course — there is still the problem of soil and water. People who pine for the civilization’s collapse incomprehensibly assume that the post-apocalyptic world would magically revert to a pristine condition like at the dawn of time, and not only that, but water would be magically free of parasites and dingo piss, while the soil would supply endless nutrients to robust, reliable crops. In reality, the biggest long-term problem in a post-apocalyptic world would be contaminated soil and water, into which harmful chemicals from eroding infrastructures would leach for hundreds of years. So unless “avoidwomen” there can add designing and constructing an insanely sophisticated filtration/decontamination system to his list of useful skills, none of his other skills mean squat.
I note, also, how in all these longing Mad Max scenarios, people invariably forget to include the knowledge of medicine and pharmacology in their list of skills needed to survive the end of civilization. Perhaps it is because doctors, being college educated, are “elitists” and therefore not real men, or not real Americans, or something like that. But mostly, this stems from our instinctive expectation — the luxury of living in the 21st century — to be healthy and pain-free, and to have all our teeth right into old age. When we get sick, we expect the doctor to fix it. True, people know about the existence of chronic or terminal diseases, but we generally perceive being healthy and pain-free as the default state of being, pain and ill-health as a departure from the norm. In a world with no benefit of modern medicine, it’s actually the other way around — you would expect to be sick, in pain, and to die young. I hope “avoidwomen” knows how to prevail in hand-to-hand combat without sustaining a scratch (to say nothing of an open flesh wound or a fracture) — because in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, a scratch would be enough to kill you. Painfully.
A cute historical anecdote to illustrate this point: Sometime in the 10th century, Sigurd, Earl of Orkney, invaded the territory of the Picts, in Scotland, and fought one of the Pictish groups, led by a guy named Mael Brigte of Moray. Sigurd prevailed in this conflict and cut off Mael Brigte’s head, then tied it by the hair to the saddle of his horse. Alas, during Sigurd’s ride back to his camp from the field of the battle he had so gloriously won, with Brigte’s head bobbing up and down and bouncing around, one of Brigte’s teeth pierced the skin of Sigurd’s leg. Given the poor state of dental hygiene at the time, and the non-state of medicine, of course Sigurd’s wound became infected, and he died of septicemia — which, quite frankly, is probably a more unpleasant way to go than having one’s head chopping off.
MRAL, congrats on your promotion to a five star general. Anyway, I think looting would only be a short term strategy to survive an apocalypse. Even if you have no moral qualms about looting, it’s still not an easy way to live. It’s dangerous because people that produce their own food will probably defend themselves if people come attack them to steal the food. I can’t even count how many people here in Joplin spray painted “Looters will be shot on site” on the remains of their homes after the tornado. Why wouldn’t people do the same thing without police protection after an apocalypse? You also have to move all the time to find more people to steal from. Learning how to provide your own provisions and defend them would probably be a better survival strategy.
I’ll be honest. I don’t have the skills to survive without grocery stores, electricity, a Lennox heater, and the other modern conveniences I rely on. Those Internet tough guys really underestimate how much they rely on them, too. I had a brief glimpse at what life was like without that stuff after the tornado, and it sucked. It’s easy to talk a big game about how tough you are, but it’s only when push comes to shove that you find out what you can do in a real situation.
Tryptamine: Bullets will last awhile, so long as people don’t start shooting at each other. If all I had to do was hunt, I have a lifetime supply right now, adequate to feed myself, and several others.
The bow… would be a bit tricky. I’ve made them… non-trivial. The really good ones have some very non-intuitive steps (take the wood, and peel the bark… no tools) and then put the staff into a cool dark place for about a week.
Then they need to be shaved (not carved) into shape.
That’s for self-bows, for composites, it’s a whole ‘nother world
Y’know, my plans for the coming apocalypse all involve investing in several bricks of opium.
Or, y’know … kicking myself in hindsight for failing to invest in several bricks of opium, like I had planned. (And then dying.)