A Rant at Men
I’ve been promoting the interests of men and boys as vocally as I can since 1993. Recently I have been downright giddy over the emerging voices of men and women who have had enough of feminism and who are throwing the lies promulgated by that ideology right back in their faces of its proponents.
This is especially true on the internet, where antifeminism has reached sufficient volume that the mainstream media has reacted in hostile desperation.
But I have to say it is time for a reprieve, a cease fire as it were. Just a brief break to assess where we are and where we need to go.
Despite feminism’s trademark mendacity, and despite the deeply entrenched amorality of its adherents, the real problem we have now isn’t feminists. The problem is men. I don’t even mean male feminists. I am just talking about men; the Average Joe next door.
I might be talking about you.
And so, I am here to do some male bashing of my own. In my way of thinking, men now have that coming to them far more than feminists.
I am not going to reinforce stupid ideas about men that have fueled the feminist propaganda machine for so long. I am not concerned with feminism’s imaginary evil male overlords, snickering, twirling moustaches and conjuring up all manner of vileness in the name of oppressing women. I will leave such flights of imagination to those who by defect of character, or injury of psyche, need them.
Instead, I will point out the very real, very stupid actions of men who have enabled feminists to grab increasing amounts of power without challenge or hindrance.
You see, we had a gender war, guys. The problem is that you failed to show up and fight.
While men, and by men I mean you, your brothers, fathers, sons and friends get bent over and raped in openly rigged family courts, you looked the other way and whistled.
While your sons were marginalized and fell behind in ever more female centered schools systems, while they’ve dropped like flies from colleges who have grown progressively more hostile to their presence your reaction has been to make sure the DVR is set to get the next ball game.
You’ve thrown your money at advertisers who portray all men as one-dimensional idiots, bumbling fools who couldn’t buy an aspirin without instructions and supervision from a woman. As men, you actually pay people to insult and degrade you and your sons.
Your mindless pursuit of women reduces your character and integrity to disposable afterthoughts. You’ve no principles so important nor values so sacred that they will not be cast aside for a bit of cleavage and a hint of perfume.
And then some time in the years ahead, when a woman robs you of your children, your income, your property and your dignity, the best of your male friends will shake their heads in sympathy, then quickly tire of your complaints about your unfair treatment. As long as it isn’t happening to them, it simply won’t matter.
That fate, of being destroyed by a family court, will happen to more than half of you that get married but somewhere along your way in life you hung a vacancy sign on your common sense, and you are likely helping your sons hang that same sign on theirs.
It is enough to make someone say, “Wake the hell up!”
That, however, would be the wrong thing to say. Most of you aren’t asleep. You’re in a coma; anesthetized by a thoughtless existence, intellectually crippled by one of the few things feminists have said about you that happens to be true.
You think with your penis.
And you know, though you likely won’t admit it, when you think with your penis, the first thing it does is take your spine out of the picture. With that goes everything about you that ever really matter. Values. Integrity. Dignity. All laid on the altar of your sexual neediness.
And that is how most of you live, in spineless servitude; a trained seal, all puffery and bravado but secretly on bent knee, begging for scraps of approval the illusion of love.
Personally, I have seen enough of this garbage from men to last me a lifetime. There are men and women out here right now, fighting an uphill battle you can’t imagine just to give you a fair shot at justice when the wife calls in the lawyers and the state to dissolve your marriage and your assets; to dissolve your life.
You don’t owe them or me anything, but you might, if you can pull your head out for five minutes, think about what you owe your sons.
Many of you who have already been destroyed by family courts are still raising your daughters to be replicas the shrieking basilisk that handed you your head. And you’re training your sons to be the pack animals women expect of them, only to be discarded when they are used up. Just like you were.
And you are still more interested in big screens than the big picture. It’s completely pathetic.
This chosen ignorance is fatal. Men die more frequently of all the top killer diseases than women, though women get the lion’s share of gender specific medical research money. Women outlive men by seven years, and though they have had a national office for women’s health for decades, we are just now hearing the first inklings that we might have one for men. It hasn’t happened yet, and wise men aren’t holding their breath.
Maybe you don’t care if you die of heart disease or prostate cancer before you are sixty. But if you have a son, at least give him the honesty to turn to him and tell him you don’t care if he does either.
That’s not shame, it’s blame. And if you are the average man in western culture, you deserve a boatload of it.
I imagine that more than a few of you won’t much like what I have to say. You’ll have to just imagine my concern about that. But if it upsets you, it won’t last. All you need that whiff of perfume and you’ll a happy idiot once again, hiding your cowardice behind words like tradition, manliness and chivalry. Say all three like you actually believe yourself and you’ll be right as rain.
But if you are so upset that you want to do something about it, then I have a suggestion. Instead of buying those tickets to the ball game, or that next 12 pack, send the money to a father’s rights organization that is doing work for which you do not have the sense or the guts.
Or how about this? The next time you hear someone take a stupid, bigoted stab at men, speak up and say something about it.
And if it happens to be a woman, don’t say something agreeable so you can score points. Don’t lie now, you know you have done it. After all, what is self-respect compared to the feigned approval of a woman? Your sons can live on their knees, too, though it is an ironic life for a species distinguished by its ability to stand upright.
But if you can’t manage a single moment of real backbone, please just keep your mouth shut. That one should be easy enough for you. You are certainly practiced at it.
There are men our here trying to do for you and your sons what you won’t. There are already enough obstacles in the way. The last thing we need is foolish beneficiaries trying to shoot us down. Just let us do what we do. Let us be the advocates for your sons that you fail to be.
Like I said, feminists are not the real problem anymore. Men are. They launched a gender war and, rather than fight back men capitulated, out of fear, out of biological programming and out of abject weakness. What else can we call it but weak when men and their sons get flogged with rampant injustice and they react, in a thunderous collective voice, saying: “How ‘bout them Cowboys?”
I know, this is a rant, and after I have unleashed all my hostility I am supposed heave a sigh of relief and say something conciliatory, like “Sorry if I offended.” But the truth is that if this stuff applies to you, then you need to be offended.
You need, I dare say, whatever it takes to get you to spine up and learn to think past the next ball game or round of the horizontal bop.
If that is as far as you can reach, then you don’t deserve to be heard at all.