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.
And your superior knowledge of medieval Arabic poetry and really real French sexuality, too.
They should have called that video “Butterfly plays with baby bulldog,” I think! That butterfly was such a tease. 😀
Me: Minnesota should implement Governor Dayton’s tax plan. And that’s real.
Opponent: Isn’t it a little more complicated than that? Surely we should discuss the consequences of this tax plan?
Me: Don’t worry about it. I have a high IQ.
Oppenent: But-
Me: ARABIC POETRY AND FRENCH SEXUALITY.
Opponent: Bird feathers! She’s got us!
Judge: *tearful applause*
And please accept your prize of one internet!
I remember the day Sara, the wonder dog, met me. She was a puppy (from the pound) and when she heard her mother coming she ran to see her, came around the island, and; having run out of carpet, tried madly to stop (I being to scary to be borne), quivered and peed on the floor.
Totes Adorbs.
So, you guys are smart with animals, and LJ is not helping so I ask here: how do you encourage an elderly dog to eat more? Her teeth are fine, the vet says her bloodwork is excellent, but even when I put awesome treats at the bottom of her dish she still only eats half of what she used to (a recent development). She’s less active now that she’s old, but still losing weight. Her only other issue is she needs help sometimes with stairs. I’m very attached to her and it’s worrisome. (15 years old, labrador-border collie mix)
I wish I could think of something, lumi. It’s the same story with elderly cats, sometimes.
Kitteh(can I call you Kitteh?), I know I’m delaying the inevitable here, in fact I’m surprised she made it this long, but I have kids who have seen her every morning of their lives – I lie, it’s not the kids, it’s me. In general, I am bad about change, and in the specific, a world without my baby just can’t be. It’s actually crueler to hear the vet tell me how healthy she is and then go home and help her as she climbs the stairs so she doesn’t fall again.
@lumi, Hugs if you want them. Also, I am using the power of the feminist hivemind to summon Hrovitnir (I hope I’m spelling that correctly), who has veterinary knowledge.
Of course you can call me Kitteh! 🙂
And internet hugs if you want them, been there too often with my kitties. Fribbie’s seventeen now and getting that old-age thinness too – she’s pretty good but on hyperthyroid tablets, so I don’t know how much longer she’ll stay here. I dreaded the prospect of Katie’s passing all her life (she went Home four years ago).
I guess all you can do is focus on your girl’s comfort and enjoyment of life … not helpful advice, I know.
I do need and appreciate hugs. Cassie has been with me through the worst parts of my life – my abusive ex would threaten to hurt her and I let him hit me to protect my baby. She’s also been with me through the best parts, my husband cares for her and worries over her like she’s a human child. I’m sure you guys know what it’s like to see a loved animal in decline, but I can’t help thinking that soon, too soon, I’ll be at the vet giving her that mercy shot and it sucks. So I’m trying to hold that off as long as I can. She’s still active and apparently happy. So that gives me hope. Maybe fattening up a bit won’t give her more time, but it’s all I can do.
Though I’m late to the conversation about zombie/MRA apocalypses, I’m still going to throw in my 2 cents (well, probably more than that, we canucks no longer have pennies, sigh).
First (just to get it out of the way), when I read this particular batch of MRA ‘delight’, the part that stood out to me was the rant about the desecration of the ‘social contract’. I thought a social contract required *consent* of the participants. Otherwise it’s not, you know, valid? Interesting that all of the groups named in the apocalypse fantasy (inner city blacks, asian shop keepers, feminists) were once also non-participants in the ‘social contract’.
Now for the fun bits!
Second, am I really the only one out there who has fantasized about using the zombie invasion as an excuse to flee to California and create wondrous treehouses in the redwoods? Like a human sized ewok village? (I know, the answer is ‘yes, yes you are’)
Last, I’d settle for a nice freighter with containers filled with fun stuff like bottled water and food, while the zombie apocalypse rages. While not as adorable as a treehouse, it would be lovely to sail somewhere with a comparatively temperate waterway (I vote for the Mediterranean), set the anchor, and fish while things settle down. And one could trade fresh fish (protein!), salt, and seaweed for all the other necessities with the various manboobz shelters along the shoreline.
G’day moldybrehd!
Living up a redwood sounds good IF one doesn’t have to look over the edge of the treehouse! For someone scared of heights it’d be … uncomfortable. And I ain’t using no swaying suspended walkways! But man I love those trees. Visited Yosemite a few years ago, it was stunning.
A big freighter ship, now that sounds interesting. Think how busy the ship’s cats could be! But we’d better stock up on seasick pills and ginger and the like, lol.
Oh and yes, how can they think there was a social contract when they don’t look on us as human, let alone as adult humans? The answer being, of course, that whatever position it takes to put women in the wrong, to victimise us (if only in their alleged minds) is the one they’ll adopt. The positions are subject to change without notice.
Actually… I’ve always wanted to live in a treehouse house, with different rooms up and down ladders. Redwoods might be perfect, too, since they grow in clusters!
*offers Lumi Jedi hugs, fine chocolate, and triple cream cheese with crackers as solace*
I haven’t read all the comments yet, but this got me: “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.”
Er, guys, women have been devlaued as a sex for millennia. We know what sort of hell it was. That’s why women’s movements started in the first place. That’s why it’s still going on. Idiots. The lot of them.
The rest of it is so out there, and ridiculous, that I can’t even comment on it without giving myself a migraine by headdesking every other line.
I skimmed an article and the comments over on “The Spearhead” ( I think ) and…there’s just so much that doesn’t make sense. Why do they keep separating men and women ..well, simply because they are men and women. We’re humans first. And this whole “women are naturally submissive” bullshit; gads, that notion really needs to die off. I take crap just trying to keep the peace but I can only take it for so long. Since I am mostly done with hurting myself by internalizing my anger I now lash out at the one (happens to be male) whose crap I’ve been taking. Lots of folks take crap just to keep the peace. No, it isn’t healthy and it isn’t just a “woman thing”. Not sure where I’m going with this. I’m done with reading the “submissive woman” bull. We aren’t, not as a whole.
Encouraging a fussy doggy eater? Old age, any age …. break an egg over it.
Or quickly beat up an egg with a tablespoon or two of milk and give half at morning meal, half at evening meal. One other thing that dogs are reputed to like that I’ve never personally observed, pumpkin. It’s also said to be good for the coat.
If you’re simply worried about not getting enough nutrition to maintain weight, half a teaspoon of olive or other oil added to every meal gives a few more calories.
I have also known cheese and peanut butter to entice dogs to eat. But this really is an issue for the vet, if possible.
I WANT TO LIVE IN A TREEHOUSE!
Ahem, just needed to get that out of my system. Did anyone ever read the Swiss Family Robinson? I wanted the tree house from that so badly as a kid, in fact I wanted any tree house so badly as a kid. Damn city gardens with no trees.
If someone offered me a tree house right now, I, as a 20 year old student with a job would be on that shit so fast…
Lumi, hugs to you.
@kittehs
Your post was how I wanted mine to look but I don’t know how to strike thru from my phone, haha. So, glad you did it, there really can’t be too many.
@kitteh
“Oh and yes, how can they think there was a social contract when they don’t look on us as human, let alone as adult humans? ”
Remember kitteh, the whole MRA claim is they are finally treating us like adults and that’s got we entitled princesses, who are not accustomed to taking REAL responsibility, all in a tizzy. Equality’s a bitch and all… /sarcasm
Living in a treehouse…its all fun and games until it rains.
True Story: when I was in the middle of not finishing college, back in the stone age, I investigated an inexpensive living situation described as “fun” (yes, I know, that could have meant so many things…I was quite innocent.) It was a poorly built treehouse. This being San Diego (kinda near the US California border with Mexico), where it doesn’t rain very often, the landlord assured me I could move all my stuff, as well as myself, into his study whenever it rained. For some reason I did not take advantage of that tempting offer.
However, if anyone can build a treehouse like the one Yoda lived in, where it kept out the rain and he could cook a pot of beans with burning the forest down, I would so live there.
Are we entirely sure the MRA/PUA/douchebag movements are real?
I mean these brave typists bravely type things that are not only nonsensical but have no evidence for and all evidence against in every society on the planet.
For example, PZ Myers over at Pharyngula [TRIGGER TRIGGER TRIGGER] reported on a five year old girl murdered by her father because she was not a “virgin”. Be warned: Its far more brutal than I am describing. I could not bring myself to read the details but wept anyway,
How can anyone even imagine that the MRA bullshit is real?
Treehouses: No thanks. I’ve played that bit of Myst. I’d just keep climbing the wrong tree all the time.