Saturday, 29 December 2012

Welcome to the Manosphere



What exactly are we?

Well, that's a tough question. We are men of all ages, as young as mid teens, as old as late fifties. We are economists, lawyers, hedge fund managers, musicians, physicists, travelers, laymen,engineers. We are American, British, Irish, Italian, Portuguese, Dutch, Polish, Persian. Some of use have slept with many a lassie, others are recovering, socially retarded virgin omegas trying to do better in life. Some of us are Christians, some of us are nihilists. Some of us want to be players, others want a monogamous relationship with one woman to start a family. Some of us are gay, but despite the name, there are women here as well who just want to do the best for their family. Some of us are sad at the decline of the west, others are milking it for all it is worth with cheshire cat grins. Some of us seek the truth. We believe that a rapacious world eaten up by the foulest of white lies will end in chaos and ruin. Some of us are disgusted by the Infinite Jests people are consumed by. Some of us are pissed off about the pussification of men and the empowered, "erumpent"woman masquerading as one of us. Some of us are appalled by the collapse of the nuclear family and look to our circle to see the repercussions of modern liberalism. Some of us are disgusted by the abolition of the free market, to be replaced by a malignant behemoth which digs its claws into economics, society, and drowns it all in boredom and superficial entertainment. Some of us read books, look for that time, that scent as one turns the page, where family was family and love was more than just a four letter word. Some of us want destruction and Project Mayhem. Others want change. We disagree on a lot of things, but there is one thing that is ubiquitous amongst the manosphere.

We believe that the West is sick. We believe that there is a conflagration coming, and that there is a lot of anger out there, and justified anger it is as well. We are the people that your liberal arts university professors, your feminists, your neoclassical economists, warned you against. We are all amongst you. We are your biggest enemy. We are both atavistic and anachronistic. We seek to escape those who wish to create context. We are rediscovering the truth as we run our hands through the dark, damp clay of traditionalism and rediscover what it is to be a man. We are getting bigger. You will attempt to ruin our reputation through movies and tv shows that will make fun of our values. You will fall flat on your arses doing so.

There will be a change in direction in this blog. The truth of the matter is staring us black in the face, the world is about to become a darker, danker, more malevolent place. Yet, we are not women. We are men. We are bulls, not part of the herd. This blog will be, alongside thoughts and critiques on the world at large, be dedicated to becoming skilled, becoming, to quote Al Fin, "dangerous children". This is not about chasing tail anymore. It's more than that. This is about being cliffhangers and finding a way to survive the fall. I'll be away for the next while, but in the meanwhile I hope I can see you on the other side soon enough. 

4 comments:

  1. Very well said, sir. It's certainly not just about chasing tail anymore. Things are spinning out of control and it's time to focus on survival. It's a jungle out there. Only the big cats are going to make it. We have to stick together.

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    1. The gap between the big cats and the rest is growing wider and wider, shit's turning intae a carnival.

      Still, hopefully 2013 throws something our way.

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  2. Very good post, the question that remains to be answered is: A conflagration against who? Against our corporate overlords or against another group of superpowers thus signalling the beginning of WWIII?

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    1. Unfortunately, the world is so complex it is pretty difficult to say. I would wager though, that it will be based in economics, and it will hit in the next five years. However vague and unhelpful I'm sounding.

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