Over at The Spearhead, the boys are thinking about tomorrow – to be more specific, about the year 2020, the date at which an MRA calling himself The Fifth Horseman predicted in an eccentric online manifesto that a convergence of forces would lead to the popping of what he calls “the misandry bubble,” and that the ensuing gender apocalypse would put the uppity ladies of the world firmly in their place.
In a post, Spearhead head boy W.F. Price notes that “cliodynamicist” Peter Turchin is also predicting big changes around 2020 (though unlike The Fifth Horseman, Turchin doesn’t base any part of his theory on the development of super-hot Virtual Reality sexbots). This naturally inspires the assembled Spearheaders to start scratching their own crystal balls, enthralled with visions of a future Armageddon that forces the ladies to come crying to them for forgiveness.
Jay R, a sort of apocalyptic deficit hawk, blames the ladies for the US government’s big debts:
Government has acted as though economic principles don’t apply to it — borrowing can increase forever without significant consequence. Riiiiiiiiight. And let’s not forget that the bulk of government debt and spending is a transfer of resources from men to women. It is primarily women who owe this debt. Will they be able to repay it? Only with massive devaluation of the currency.
And then he imagines women owing men a whole other sort of debt, which he has simply made up, and predicts that this debt will come crashing down on women’s heads – a notion that seems to give him a bit of a rage-boner:
Similarly, women’s social debt to men — the incalculable damages resulting from women’s wholesale breach of the social contract — is unsustainable, and when the crash comes, women’s tears will be bitter indeed. This is justice — but still regretable, if one thinks how things might have turned out if radical feminist hatred had not comandeered the process of compromise between the sexes.
True equality for women is on the horizon. When they finally are accorded the same treatment as men, and realize how far they have fallen — how much they themselves have been devalued as a sex — they will think themselves in hell.
Rod Van Mechelen of Backlash.com has an even more elaborate apocalyptic fantasy – although he’s a bit less certain about its outcome being a good one for men. In this portion of a long comment, he speculates about a couple of possible (by which I mean completely and ludicrously impossible) outcomes:
Demographically, the relative value of fecund females is set to go hyperbolic by 2020, when insane policies in Asia and the Subcontinent will manifest a shortage of women of child bearing age. In the past, when war has created a shortage of men, peace and prosperity were the result. What will happen when we have a shortage of women? Will we see a rise in female power, with matriarchies like the ones in Robert Heinlein’s classic, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress? Will we see rampant homosexuality and mandatory sexual servitude for women, as in J. Neil Schulmann’s The Rainbow Cadenza?
Uh, I think I’m going to go with “none of the above.”
Prolific MRA commenter and regular A Voice for Men contributor Keyster predicts (surprise, surprise!) economic collapse and riots in the streets.
[W]hen the money runs out and California becomes Greece, the federal government will step in with “emergency funds” and National Guard troops…a federal government that continues to borrow abroad to sustain itself. Do you see the snake eating it’s tail yet? And we have to wonder why there’s a nationwide shortage of guns and ammo?
Naturally, the rioters will be black.
If you thought inner city blacks were angry over Rodney King, just wait until they become desperate for food. Asian shop owners will be over-run in days, further distribution to these war zones will cease – and they’ll branch out to the tony suburbs seeking sustinence and easy prey. Drones will be called in to contain the rovering marauding gangs.
Keyster predicts that all these scary riots will lead the (presumably non-black, non-rioting) ladies to start batting their eyelashes at big strong (presumably non-black, non-rioting) men.
Men will notice a decided shift in women’s once hostile attitude towards them. “Can I get you a sandwhich honey?” “Are you thirsty?” “Need a back rub?”
They will be actively engaged in seeking out male protectors and openly using sexual allure to attract them as mates. Men are so much better at defending themselves from bad guys, so you’ll want one with you if you’re a woman.
Greyghost, meanwhile, imagines that the anti-uppity-female effects of an economic collapse will be enhanced by … the development of a male birth control pill. (You may need to read this one slowly; Mr. Ghost is not what you’d call a great communicator.)
[L]et’s say a male birth control pills comes out before cold fusion or some other extender of government wealth. What happens when even a coward to stand up to the femine imperative knows this misandry is unsustainable and figures out a male pill will maybe cause a correction while he still can be a coward. A woman without child is a worker drone and not eligible for entitlements.The US may look like China with low wage factories full of female workers with male mechanics/technicians keeping the machines running.
What is really funny and would be interesting to check out. Knowing women from reading and discussing female nature with you all here in the manosphere in general with the male pill being a pleasant wife might be the herd status symbol of the future. Take civil unrest combined with poor economic opportunities with men having the finale say so on who gets pregnant or not and we have a new status symbol.
Like Keyster, who once boasted on The Spearhead of dating a 14-year-old when he was 25, Greyghost seems enamored of relatively weak and dependent gals:
Next to a dog female fear is a mans best friend. Fearful insecure women tend to be more polite and pleasant to those around her.
Dream on, guys. Dream on.
I hear you, Cassandra…it’s a chilly place. Plus going round any corner in Edinburgh is chilly when the wind freezes and rips your face off.
I don’t miss it, sorry guys.
Gad, I didn’t know they had spiders that big in France! Damn glad I didn’t see any while I was there. I’d have been scarred for life. That thing sounds as big as a huntsman. I had a similar encounter years ago – might have been when I was still a teen – there was one over a doorway at the end of a corridoor. I sprayed it (I was terrified of ’em then) and it fell down and ran down the hall toward me. I practically levitated onto the telephone table.
Speaking of France, I think that lackwit Brz who’s resurfaced on the other thread is a sock.
Edinburgh was strange when I was last there about ten years ago. It’d be wet (no surprise) but it was humid all the time, as in not cold, except for high up, like on the Castle or Arthur’s Seat. Put one of those plastic rain capes on and you were soaked with sweat in minutes.
At least I got a really good brolly out of that trip – still got it. It must have been genuinely Scots, it had “happy rain” written on the handle. 😀
Sleet, hail, icy rain…nope, don’t miss the climate at all.
Any Aussies watching QANDA?
The only thing I really like about Edinburgh is that it has good pubs. Glasgow pubs are better, though.
Also The Witchery is fun in a kitschy kind of way.
Never went to the witchery! Worked in Glasgow pubs for a bit …lived round Hyndland/St George’s Cross. Had an absolute ball.
D’you mean Q&A? Who’s on tonight?
Glasgow is a lot of fun. Edinburgh always felt a bit stuffy to me.
I think Edinburgh has really changed since I was a teenager and is a lot more exciting than it was in the 80s and 90s. In the 80s it was dreadful. It’s still catching up to Glasgow in a lot of ways but it’s getting there. Edinburgh is more centralized than Glasgow which I like.
Ah, kitteh,the names escape me apart from Tanya Plibersek. Plus there is a good science v Christianity debate going.
From a purely touristy perspective, I liked what I saw of Edinburgh. I stayed there, and only got to Glasgow twice. Funny thing was the number of locals I met who’d lived in Melbourne for years!
Edinburgh is very pretty. Were you there during the Festival, Kitteh?
No, I avoided the Festival – not into theatre and stand-up and the like, and the city’d be way too noisy for me then, plus the prices would be scary! I went in September (I think it was) partly to be out of the country when the Sydney Olympics were on. It seemed like a good chance to get away from the sports saturation we were in for then. It can’t have been long after the Festival finished, though, because the stands were still up in the Esplanade. Never can get over how huge that space looks on telly and how minute it seems when you’re standing in it.
I am happy to be on spider squishing duties, they don’t bother me.
Though we probably won’t want to squash too many, as they are natural pest control. We won’t have bug spray forever and we’ll need a way to get rid of flies, mosquitos etc. particularly as those can be disease vectors, and pests that would damage crops.
Oooh, I can ride as well, I bet I could turn my hand to plowing and the like. I also know something about growing and caring for fruit trees which could well be useful.
Oh crud, why does it always have to be science vs Christianity as if every Christian were some sort of fundy or as big a nitwit as George Pell? (Please tell me he’s not huffing and puffing on it again.)
Ah well, given all that, the Festival is probably not for you. September is usually a lovely time of year in Edinburgh. Never been to the Tattoo myself! But have often been up there with the scaffolding,and it’s not a huge space.
No it wasn’t Pell, it was some director of some Christianity think tank, Johnathan Dickson and Lawrence Krauss, a physicist. It was a good discussion actually.
Stay safe with the bush fires near Melbourne.
I’ve watched the Tattoo pretty much every year since the late 70s. I enjoyed it more when it was more military and pipe bands and less … ahem, soldiery doing amateur theatrics.
And I swear if I see the Marines doing their bayonet tossing, or the Top Secret Drum Corps, or another Chinese dragon dance/ribbon twirling display, or more kiddies on motorbikes, I will scream. Massed pipes and bands, dammit!
Never even watched the Tattoo, I’m a 70s child so assumed it was all still marching bands and tartan!
I went once and it was so cold that what I mostly remember is not being able to feel my extremities. Never again.
Thanks, I’m not near the fires – they’re up on the northern edge of the city, about 70km from where I am.
Only time I’ve been so cold it was distressing was indoors – once when I was housesitting during a really cold winter (93) in an old building with rising damp and inadequate heating, and around the same time working in some parts of the Museum. The schools entrance was particularly bad because as well as being unheated, the doors had to be left open. We dubbed it Siberia. It’s being stuck indoors and unable to get warm that gets me; I can deal with it outdoors because I’m rugged up and moving around, and Melbourne’s winters are overall pretty temperate, especially by northern hemisphere standards.
Gawp. Nearly 11pm and I have to get up in six hours. Niters, all! 🙂
BTW totally random appearance by Scotland in a movie that people who like the landscape might want to check out. I’d seen this movie years ago, then forgotten the title, so we ended up getting it from Netflix a second time but didn’t mind because it’s lovely.
http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/lost_and_found.htm
Also features one of my favorite actors (Takeshi Kaneshiro).
I know the conversation has moved on, but I was asleep for that.
For those actual climate change fence sitters, sometimes you can make a simple analogy that sticks with them and slowly converts them to one side.
Weather is a cyclical system, like pendulums and springs. When you add more energy to the system, they swing farther in both directions.
I admit weather is far more complex than can be represented by one pendulum, but if you think of it as billions of pendulums all swinging more wildly, you start to get the idea. (I am not a meteorologist)
My dad used to be in the army in the mid 70s, and when he’d been in for a year he was called in and asked if he’d like to do the Edinburgh Tattoo. He got really excited about it, since it had been a dream of his for a long time…
…until he got to Edinburgh and found out that his job was to stand at the car park gates and stick a mirror under cars to check for bombs.