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.
So just what kind of apocalypse are we talking here? Are there zombies involved? Cos that changes everything.
Joanna, of course there are zombies. They will be radioactive zombie bears.
More of a robot apocalypse, when the robogirls decide to spit on the betas. 🙂
thebionicmommy, you survived a mini-apocalypse in Joplin, but at least there weren’t radioactive zombie bears (I assume).
You mean zombears????
zomgbears
I want to know why, after society collapses, we still need to know how to clean. Cleaning is one of those “society” sorts of things, isn’t it? When we’re fighting to find clean water and food and keep the bears away, the last thing that’s going to really matter is how dusty your coffee table is … right? Or are we, as women, expected to maintain a neat and orderly post-apocalyptic future?
How stupid are you? Let’s assume most people die in the apocalypse; that seems a fair assumption, it’s an apocalyptic event. Let’s take Pecunium’s assertion that most cities only have about 3 days worth of food in them at a given time. Apocalypse happens, now there’s let’s say 10% of the population. 30 days, right? Wrong. Most of that shit’s going to go bad unless power is kept automagically in place (how did 90% die without damage to the infrastructure?) Hell even with power most of it will go bad in reasonably short order, and only the grains will make it for terribly long.
Your strategy of looting lasts you a month, assuming 90% of the people die, you don’t get shot (What the fuck kind of moron thinks being tougher is going to matter if he thinks there’s shit to loot? If you think there’s food, you think there’s guns and ammunition), and assuming you loot well. Tops. People who know how to actually make food will last longer; the bit about leaching and topsoil damage is another good one I forgot.
You are human. You are ultimately bound by the same rules the rest of us are, and one of those rules is ultimately that you need society, especially if you want to live in the comfort you know now, where we have central AC, medicine, television, and the internet. You will not get those things alone. You need people. That means society… and that means social mores, even if your stupid point about social mores and the government (Which again, you need to replicate this level of comfort) were true.
Frankly, MRAL, your ignorance never ceases to amaze me. Unlike owlslave, you clearly possess the ability to learn, but you choose to not exercise it. Are you happy alone, bundled up with nothing but your hate to sustain you? Do you hate your mother as much as you hate every other woman, given that she seems to help you in difficult times? You don’t even care about your cause, given the wicked glee with which you would rather discuss the extermination or enslavement of women in a devastated hellhole than a world wherein men are ‘uplifted from feminist oppression’ or whatever nonsense you pretend to believe in. How sad you are. If you did not fill me with revulsion I would pity you.
I don’t know about neat and orderly but you gotta keep a non-trivial amount of the place clean if you want to minimize the impact of rats and other vermin. And the kitchen actually really does need to be as neat as is humanly possible, or at least everywhere food is. Supposedly Jewish emphasis on cleanliness, originating from the ritual that gave rise to spring cleaning who’s name escapes me, helped avert the worst of the Black Plague.
I, for one, welcome our new bear overlords.
I believe I speak for all polar bears when I say that we have no desire to be your overlords. Just let us eat the MRAs in peace, and you can scratch us behind the ears.
Don’t trust the grizzlies, though.
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.
Bwaaaahhhh hahahah this dissolved me into laughter!! Uh, hello gentlemen? *Imagines your average cubicle-jockey guy or Jersey Shore type metro-guy doing these things*
Most men don’t know how to do these things, either. Unless you count things such as “sport” fishing and hunting (which women also do) and also doesn’t really count as survival skills when you’re doing them in a safe and controlled environment….for fun.
I know men who can’t change a tire, can’t operate a washing machine, only know how to microwave frozen foods, and can only win a fist-fight (ahem, sorry “hand to hand combat”) when drunk and fighting someone equally drunk.
I hate to break it to these guys, but a majority of males and females would be equally useless in a sudden apocalypse-type scenario. After which humans would slowly adapt and learn the skills needed to survive in a new environment…..and that would also apply to both genders.
I don’t think they seem to internalized the fact that the ONLY time when women “desperately needed” men was when men/society FORCED them through laws, violence, social/familial rules, etc to “need” them. And women simply wouldn’t accept those terms anymore. There is no such “natural” state of women needing men or the reverse (at least not in the way these guys keep desperately hoping for).
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
Actually, it’s not the state of dental hygiene at the time. Mouths are septic swamps. One of the ways people get caught for assault and battery is the very specific infections which come from cuts caused by teeth, so when they punch someone in the face, they show up a few days later in the ER with the same sort of septicemia.
Rutee: Perishables in situ make up about 10 percent of the available food in a supermarket. Cans and packaged foods make up the majority. Meat and vegetables are the bulk of perishables (eggs will last for a month, or so, at room temperature; milk is convertable to cheese/yogurt, for those with knowledge and means, but essenitally is doomed. Some people might have the wit to make cream into butter, which will keep; if they can culture it, it will keep much longer; though it gets cheesy).
Frankly, MRAL, your ignorance never ceases to amaze me. Unlike owlslave, you clearly possess the ability to learn, but you choose to not exercise it
I am going to be charitable, and say he’s young, and still ignorant. I hope he will be able to get past that.
Supposedly Jewish emphasis on cleanliness, originating from the ritual that gave rise to spring cleaning who’s name escapes me…
Bidikat chametz, “the search for Leaven
I doubt, very much, given the ways in which that plague spreads, that it had much preventative impact.
Plague has three forms, one which some aspects of being urban might make less bad (Bubonic, spread by fleas; from rats, Pneumonic, spread by breathing/coughing, and Septicemic, which is the ill-fortune of having a flea manage to infect you in a vein, which has an almost 100 percent lethality, and is fatal so quickly as to have a minimal period of pneumonically contagious presentation).
By which I mean the Jewish standards of cleanliness, not the specific ritual.
I’m not the Five-Star General, guys.
MRAL: Then accept my apologies for thinking s/he was you.
It sounded like one of your socks. Apologies if it really wasn’t you.
Oh great, MRAL, MRAFSG, what’s next? MRAJOTSCOTUS, MRAPOTUS, MRAP (pontiff)?
On the other hand…can I be Men’s Rights Activist Space Pope?
hellkell: looking at it again… it’s only real similarity is the name. The tone, tenor, spelling and slag are different. If it was a sock, it was much better done than most.
And when MRAL changed handles, he’s been upfront about it.
Fair enough, my bad.
I had a bit of a survivalist streak growing up (which is bizarre, since I’m a lifelong urban dweller) and while there’s a pretty good chance I’d be totally fucked in an apocalyptic scenario, I have a few skills that make me about a thousand times more likely to survive than these idiots. I can spin, knit, sew, cook, and chop wood, and thanks to a zombie apocalypse phase I went through recently, I’ve prepared a bag of supplies (water purification tablets, freeze-dried food, etc.) that should keep me going for a while in an emergency. Not necessarily a zombie emergency, though you never know.
Manboobz City will need someone who’s good with textiles, right? I mean, if we’re going to rebuild civilization at all.
Ozy:
You’re ahead of me, I’ve never been half a Girl Scout.
I don’t even think I have skills I can leverage to convince other people it’s worth it to feed me.
Pyena:
I wouldn’t know the first place to find such books. Though I do know how to walk to a couple of libraries, assuming the streets, or at least the outlines of the streets, are still detectable.
karak:
And they are not found on approximately half the people you will encounter.
My father swore by the Foxfire series
I missed this before: how to defend themselves in hand-to-hand combat (they’re called testicles and they are weak)
The effect of a shot to the nuts is variable. If one is adrenal, they can be hit really hard and the reaction is delayed.
True story. I was “cornered” but three kids who wanted a fight (and had been trying for months to get it). While I was paying attention to the one who was the most serious in trying to pick it one of his sidekicks kicked me in the groin.
It was hard enough to pick my heels up off the ground. I looked down, and he was trying to do it again. So I grabbed his foot and picked it straight up. I am pretty sure he had a concussion from his head bouncing off the sidewalk. He may even have gotten a fractured skull.
It was about 30 seconds before the pain hit, by that point the other two had dragged him out of sight, and my companion and I were about a block away, and I started to kiss my knees.
A shot to the testicles is a gambit. As with any gambit, if it works, you are golden, if it fails you’d better have a back-up plan, and be practiced at implementing it.
“I don’t even think I have skills I can leverage to convince other people it’s worth it to feed me.”
Me neither. My entire apocalypse plan is to write Pecunium an epic poem in return for a guinea pig. 😛