So one of the regulars on Reddit’s The Red Pill subreddit — the “TRP Endorsed” contributor who calls himself IllimitableMan — has worked himself into a lather about the coming Whitepocalypse. You know, the impending collapse of civilization that Mr. Man and assorted other racist asshats fear will come about as a result of white women refusing to pop out the required number of white babies to keep it alive. Sorry, due to white women refusing to “shit out” the required number of white babies. (Mr. Man is quite the defender of family values.)
It pretty much goes without saying that IllimitableMan blames feminism for it all. In fact, over the course of his rambling, repetitive, and rage-fuelled 2,000 word rant he manages to blame feminism for the impending death of the white race roughly half a dozen different times.
Here’s perhaps the most coherent statement of his thesis:
Feminism has infected western civilization, which means by merit of these societies being predominantly white Caucasian, has harmed this ethnicity the most on a global level, reducing its birth rates the most significantly and affecting its various European and anglo speaking cultures the most adversely. …
What we can conclude is that castrating men by raising them to be effeminate whilst simultaneously allowing women too much freedom and self-determination and polluting said women to view men as adversaries leads to a drop in the birth-rate so deep that a society becomes unsustainable, leading to its inevitable collapse.
So why are white women less interested in popping out babies these days? Blame that Alpha Asshole Cock Carousel.
A fundamental criticism of feminism is it taught women to take on masculine traits, to provide, to work hard, it demonised the sanctity of motherhood, it taught women to value career and the self (an overlap with individualism there) over motherhood and family, 21-year-old White Caucasian girls no longer give any fucks about being a mother and a wife like they did in the 50′s and 60′s, no now they’re thinking about jumping on as much cock as possible, getting a degree, going on holidays … and generally fulfilling the sexual and materialistic elements of their hypergamy. Family and reproduction takes a back-seat.
Ah, good old “hypergamy.” I would just like to take a moment to point out that the word hypergamy actually means “the action of marrying a person of a superior caste or class.” Red Pillers and Men’s Rights Activists have so distorted the basic concept that Mr. Man here can use it to mean “fucking lots of dudes who aren’t me, providing for themselves and NOT getting married to anyone” without blinking an eye.
Mr. Man continues:
Society facilitates this as any imposition of responsibility or standards placed on a woman is rationalised away as simple “oppression” some psychological misogyny cards are played and voila, Miss Jane average can diffuse all her responsibilities and continue to live as a completely obnoxious and self-entitled bitch giving no fucks in the world about settling down until her beauty privilege fucks off around the age of 30 aka “she’s hitting the wall.” Whilst she was fucking around in her twenties, the average immigrant woman has already had a couple of kids and they’re attending school now.
Damn you white ladies, for neglecting your duty to the white race and refusing to get married until you’re ugly crones in your (gasp) thirties!
And so, while white birthrates decline, European countries have opened their borders to not-white people who show up and eat not-white food and wear not-white clothes and make a lot of not-white babies. Mr. Man, who is apparently British, notes:
[A]n American friend came to London once and stated “IllimitableMan there are no fucking English people this looks like Pakistan” Yes, I did just throw anecdotal evidence in there, this is a blog – not a fucking thesis and I’m starting to taste prozac in my mouth after the incessantly negative tone this piece carries, of course many of you know as such that the pill can be a bitter bitch.
I felt compelled to look up the actual demographics of London, and found that roughly 60% of London’s population is white — which is what I assume Mr. Man’s friend meant by “English people” — and the vast majority of them are of British origin. Roughly 3 percent are Pakistani, another 3 percent are Bangladeshi, and not-quite 7 percent are Indian.
It’s kind of amazing the effect that bigotry can have on someone’s perception of reality, huh?
Like some other Red Pillers and white supremacists out there, Mr. Man looks to that beacon of hope and freedom in our world — Russia — for the possible salvation of the dying white race.
As usual, like with feminism, Russia seems to be one of the few countries making a stand against egalitarian bullshit and seeing the world for what it truly is, a ruthless and uncaring place, I guess being an inherently “red pill country” and opting to reject the babble of cacophonous radical leftist ideologies has had it benefits for the Ruski people.
The funny thing about Mr. Man’s rant is that many of the basic demographic trends he cites are, in fact, real. White birthrates have fallen, and as he points out, in the US more whites are dying than are being born — though somehow he’s missed the news that the birthrates of immigrants to the US have fallen even faster, with the birthrates of Mexican immigrants falling nearly 4 times faster than that of native-born Americans between 2007 and 2010.
Women have entered the workplace in larger numbers and are waiting longer to marry (as are men). Feminism has something to do with all these changes, but so do changes in birth control technology, in education and in the economy.
So what? The real problem with Mr. Man’s rants is that, for assorted racist and misogynistic reasons, he thinks all this is bad. Europe and the US are becoming more multicultural? Cool. That makes the world a more interesting place. Birth rates are falling, not only for whites but for other ethnic groups? Cool. This planet has already got more people than it can handle, and lower birth rates may be critical if we have any hope of staving off a total environmental collapse.
I’m always a bit perplexed by Red Pillers and pickup artists ranting about how women (whether white women or women in general) need to settle down and get married and start popping out babies because that’s their duty as women. It’s not like Red Pill dudes seem particularly interested in marrying these women and raising these babies with them.
Once again, it seems to come back to the issue of control: they’re angry at women for actually living independent existences in their twenties and — oh my gosh! — sometimes even their thirties or later, and “you’re betraying your race” (whether that race is the white “race” or the human race) is just a convenient excuse to bash women who are not so much “out of control” as out of their control.
Pecunium — and some of them don’t weigh 120 even soaking wet!
And I’m getting a lesson in arisaka’s…please call my brother so he can harass someone who might know wtf he’s talking about. Never mind, I got rid of him. Should you want someone more or less sensible to talk guns with though, I’m sure he’d love to.
And he’s back >.<
Tell him he needs to be careful, as you can put a 30-06 cartridge into an Arisaka, but the chamber/barrel pressure gets extreme. It’s on of the easier ways to have one blow up in the near proximity to one’s face.
He won’t shoot them in general, he’s legitimately collecting hem, not stocking piling for…whatever my father is stock piling for. You’d be amazed how many you can put on display when you put him and I in charge of designing and building the displays.
And, to be fair, I am sorta interested in the Japanese markings, I’ve been helping him ID some of them where the stamps aren’t clear and he’s not sure if his guess is right. (I know most of the romaji alphabet, and not much else Japanese, but that’s enough for “yeah, that’s the character you think it is” or “it’s this one, sideways”)
And he says the barrel pressure isn’t an issue, a fend of our uncle’s tried blowing one up and failed. Oh great, now he’s testing if 30-06 even fits…which is does not.
Well, I guess almost every man (and woman) ends up doing manual labor at some point. It’s not like many people, especially inexperienced young people, can get jobs based on writing, thinking, talking, acting or posing. Also, why shouldn’t domestic chores count?
I’ve done manual labor in ornamental plant farming and occasionally in my berry crop research. Also spent a short time building playgrounds, but that probably doesn’t count because I turned out totally incompetent.
Fun fact: Finnish language traditionally uses “berry picker” as opposite to whatever “real men” are supposed to do, although this idiom seems to be falling out of use. In modern Finland one of the most physically challenging jobs is commercially harvesting wild berries from the woods. Mostly done by migrant workers, often women.
I know you all have gone over the topic, but in case you don’t like / want / can drink alcohol, there is this drink someone taught me sometime ago:
Soy milk – apple flavored
Lemon-lime flavored soda
any kind of syrup
2/3 milk, 1/3 soda. a little hint of syrup. (you can change quantities according to personal taste)
yummmm….
Ha, mixing drinks … Louis and I got inspired and spent the day at Home in front of the fire trying hot drinks.
Snow outside, fur rug in front of fire, hot drinks … who needs clothes in winter? 😉
It is!! I love it! It is very popular in Brazil. I thought it would be even more common elsewhere. But I guess it works by mixing some apple juice and soy milk? (probably not the same, but maybe healthier).
Hopefully 2014 is the year I will find someone to spend a cold day like that ^__^
Hope so, pineapplecookies!
I’m amazed the resident Furrinati let us have that much space in front of the fire. They must have been feeling particularly benevolent. 😛
RE: embarrassing drink names
*sigh* Cowboy Cocksucker. My husband ALMOST convinced me to order one once.
RE: pecunium
The funny think is SocKen is all, “Real Men have done manual labor”
Well, shit. I’m a liberal arts wussy, and I’VE done manual labor. Yard work, mostly, plus working with cows, cleaning, that kind of shit. I HAVE ARRIVED!
I’d guess it works by adding some apple juice to the extracting liquid when the milk is being made.
Mmm, manual labor. As long as it involves neither spreading mulch into a mosquito mini-swamp, nor either kitchen garbage or diaper garbage in August…
Ah, who am I kidding, me and manual labor disagree, if my knees don’t go, my back will hate me later. But gods do diapers and kitchen garbage smell awful after fermenting in the sun.
Impulse control is MISANDRY!!!
His sense of the commenters here as women seems to be zip too. Notice how all his insults were of the “you’re not as manly as me! I can screw more women!” even when aimed at people who have obviously feminine nyms and who describe themselves as women? It’s always Kenny against other men in a fight to prove who’s the most macho, even when there are no other men involved in the conversation.
Kenny was very good at ignoring the whole “there is nothing in this world or any other that would induce me to have sex with you” message he was getting, either.
But I suppose he has to be good at one thing in his life.
Either? That was supposed to be too. I think I need dinner.
I got the sense that he didn’t realize that I’m a woman. Maybe there are a lot of men called Cassandra who work in museums in NYC?
That must be it.
None of them white, of course, unless they’re tourists doing a bit of holiday work as lead curators.
“Hardly the silliest of Kenny’s absurdities, but I’m still hung up on the fact that he seemed to think that someone’s internet nym = their birth name.”
Vaiyt is, in fact, a real Turkish first name, but I didn’t know that when I made the nym up as a kid.
Cassandra is a male name in Iran, obviously.
“Hardly the silliest of Kenny’s absurdities, but I’m still hung up on the fact that he seemed to think that someone’s internet nym = their birth name.”
I named myself after a supervillainess*… I was a teen. I was stupid. And it stuck. ^^;
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malice_%28comics%29#Malice_.28Marauder.29 I use a slight spelling variation of the name she got in the Hungarian edition.
SocKen has other problems of perception: By his metrics I’m at least as, “manly” as he is (I’ve quite a job, after telling off the boss: mostly because the boss tried to browbeat me into staying). I’ve done manual labor (of various sorts, both, “skilled” and “unskilled”: though there is a fair bit of skill to cutting and digging ditches to blueprint, so the distinction is a bit abstract, if you ask me). I’ve been a soldier. I’m probably capable of curating some sorts of museum collections. I’ve run businesses, etc.
I’ve had moderate success in my sex life (and more in my love life). It’s possible he has more sex than I (I’d even stipulate to his having more partners, for sake of argument), but I’ll wager I have a better batting average; which (in my, not so humble, opinion) makes me a better, “pick-up artist”. I even speak four languages; and can get by in a few more.
But, even though I meet all his metrics, I’m certain he’s not going to acede that I am a “real man” because I fail at the one thing he really demands (though it’s unstated). I neither disdain, nor despise women.
That’s his real litmus test.
I always liked Creme de Menthe myself…..with a shot of actual cream, even better. =)
But women are supposed to be seen, not heard. Women who talk are MISANDRY!!!
Pecunium — I found my ASL book btw, you might get some practice once I get my ass in gear. Now…what’s the sign for mango…