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.
Problem, kitteh and freitag, my dog eats cushion mmmm, however we are only keeping the hard chairs just in case a sneaky MRA drops in. If they whinge about their buttock pads we’ll know.
In the meantime creative writing student could take their trusty crowbar and hold a few PUAs up until they donate their stupid plumage to hold the kitty fur for cushions and donnas. Mind you with global warming, we may not need too much in the way of heating. I find my new meds make me so hot I could provide any extra heating required.
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Hey Emily, as the resident Luddite all I know is that it’s double colon, dash, and bracket. But I could be totally wrong.
emilygoddess – LOL true, but it’d be fun to see if the statue was accurate! 😉
I now have this image of all of us sitting in a bunker, Yoyo in the middle, while we warm our hands from her radiant heat. Much more eco-friendly than a Primus stove or campfire.
We’ll just have to come up with some sort of Yoyo’s-dog-repellant covering for our cushions. Though given all the kitties who’ll be using them, zie could learn not to eat cushions after a few swipes across the schnozz.
Thanks kitteh, gives a new mental concept to goddess of the hearth. Ps cushion eating dog is totally freaked by cats but has a great ability as a cockroach hunter so we should be fine.
I’m learning how to make SCENTED FUCKING CANDLES. Can I squeeze into the boobz Aussie bunker. I do have kitties as well.
That’s it — I’m moving to Australia in advance of the manpocalypse!
Whee! We’re gonna have the best block (bunker?) party evah!
“Goddess of the hearth” love it! Just don’t go changing your screen name to Hestia or Vesta. People will think you’re a bra or a packaged meal.
Yey cloudiah and bigmomma, we’re going to have the best nest eva, want to move over thebewilderness? If the sea does rise I’ll have a beachside place in no time at all
If the sea rises, I’ll be out of a job, my workplace’ll go under! 😛
Unless we got a houseboat, of course. A bookshop on a boat would be kinda cool.
Kitteh, vesta is too much like Vespa, then I’d be an underpowered hipster bike – not good.
Meanwhile just had a debate with a man that’s convinced that if only the victims of abuse had more empathy for their abusers the world be a happy place, he also thinks we pick on racists too much. So I definitely want a kitty filled bunker soon.
Gah. That bloke would be safe during the zombie apocalypse. Brains he ain’t.
Hey, I think Vespas are cute. Mind you if I could ride a motorbike and tried to get to work on one, I’d have to make a couple of fuel stops along the way! 😀
misandry apocalypse. humanity reduced to bad evo-psych tribal archetypes. riots in the streets over not enough vagina. women become polite and submissive to secure a future. men rule the world with their selectively fertile sperm, which is something that does not exist today, despite what things like RISUG and vasectomies and god damn CONDOMS might tell you
And to think some people say that men don’t write fanfiction.
PS – The Rainbow Cadenza wasn’t intended to be a utopian novel, creeper.
Can we make “god damned CONDOMS” a thing? Because that particular emphasis is perfect.
As for the bunker, someone spider proof it and I’ll move down under — I come with way too much questionably “good” art (I paint, questionably well). And I can sew, that might be more useful in case of zombie apocalypse. But um…the not-an-ex is a card carrying member of the zombie research society (yes that’s a thing) — and they’re right about one thing, omgs the lack of drinking water, the practical things are a bigger threat than the zombies.
…cisterns work though, and uv sterilization is A Thing, fuck, solar might work in Australia, y’all get 4 hours of steady sun in the winter? Great, you have drinking water! (Well, assuming it rains)
MRAs: totally unrequited for the zombie apocalypse if they think they’re have running water for women to use to make them lunch (and life in general, but that’s another matter)
Now the real issue is how the fuck do we stock the bunker with coffee? It has rather specific growing requirements, and if we’re talking long term this is very much needed (Doctor Who time! I liked Yana, his big concern at the end of the universe was that the coffee was too bitter!)
Wait, Rainbow Cadenza isn’t a My Little Pony?
Argenti – we could get artesian water too, depending on where we go (though it tastes foul).
Spider-proofing is a Must Have.
We might be forced to stock up on lots’n’lotsa instant coffee. I know, I know, but it’s better than nothing!
Beside a dog, female fear is a MRA’s best friend. Inside a dog, it’s too dark to seethe.
In terms of impromptu kitchen-based weapons, you can’t beat a Le Creuset pot, if you’re strong enough to swing it at someone. I once dropped just the lid on my foot and ow.
(Before any lurking MRAs have a shitfit please note that I have never actually attacked someone with a pot, or anything else. The statement above is what’s known as humor – I know it’s not a concept you’re very familiar with, but you can look it up on the internet if you’re curious.)
Opium wins today’s internet.
“Inside a dog” had me thinking of Meller.
BRAIN BLEACH I NEED BRAIN BLEACH
I am gift wrapping one internet for opium.
Argenti, I promise all our weak lady and white knight abilities will be directed to the production of real coffee, good wine and pharmaceuticals. That way not only will we all be happy we won’t have to trade our lady bits for anything. 🙂
Anyway I thought this dystopia the MRA boys want involved sexbots, so where’s their power coming from?
Ps does this mean the post apocalypse misandry will be about who has access to the best coffee?
Rainbow Cadenza is a rather disturbing novel that the dudes above seem to have interpreted as a how-to book.
Dynamos?