Please excuse the tardiness of this post. The intern has been flogged severely.
Fire is Appalled at the State of Masculinity at the Local Mall Gym: Dateline May 23, 2021
The following is complied from two emails:
James, this so-called society, this nothing-burger place, is wearing on me today. Beyond all of this disease hysteria, there is this lack of human distinction—patience or tolerance for cowardice is something I do not have and this is going to increase exponentially. Watching people have children who are total cowards is painful to watch. I’m shaking my head or trying to laugh at it. We have to keep our balance in this crazy place. Then I go to the mall and walk by this gym they just built, and there they are, can I call them males? Because they’re not men—I don’t know what they are. What kind of general advice do you have for a person who is disturbed by the state of the world—it’s like this bad 1980s science-fiction movie?
-Fire, May 13, 2021
The same night I received this email from Fire, I was trying to watch a military history documentary on Charlemagne and just could not get through the opening paid advertisement, which focused on attracting women by being more like a woman, taking us ever closer to the hive society in which we are all either workers, soldiers or drones attending Queen Civilization.
'Stop looking like a Cave Man'
Manscape and Charlemagne
Fire, with the core news outlet of the nation, the New York Times, announcing today that world fertility rates are about to plunge, and with 90% of Americans lining up eagerly to get a vaccine which has demonstrated the major side effect of causing miscarriages, I think we are going to see a plummeting of the birthrate among low agency subhumans, like hipsters, cucked white people and media mesmerized mulattos. Only traditionalist die-hards and elites are going to reproduce as the complaisant masses are locked down, down-sized and phased out, valued only as consumption vectors for the despoliation of traditionalist humans and the aggregation of power into the hands of the elite.
Men will continue to be pressured into being mere males, half-genders and females until the pressure to conform to womanly ways results in only point-of-the-spear military operatives, action entertainment avatars and criminals demonstrating masculine qualities. Most reproduction will be in the hands of State Sanctioned corporations by 2050, and world population will have been reduced from 8 to 2 billion [with the goal probably around a half billion humans on the planet] by 2022. I've been predicting this since 2012 and the hive architects seem to be intent on bending all things to this statement of will. The Industrial Age as a goal became a transitional phase in 1913, and was extinguished between 1914-45, to be replaced by the Atomic-Information Age, in which a society's wealth is no longer counted in human numbers. For the past 106 years the Elites have done everything possible to reduce human population and have failed until the watershed social weaponization of a cold virus in late 2019.
All fallout from Brovid Jiveteen will eventually be managed by corporations and nations to put human reproduction in the hands of Infotech. This will result in the Good Science-Fiction literature settings of Organa, The Sunset Saga and Cube becoming factual within the next 100 years. So yes, the future is very much a science-fiction setting, but of better quality than the current B-list offering.
In the meantime, use the lack of masculinity to your advantage.
I understand that you are a woman.
You seem to lack respect for those males at the mall.
Imagine if they were the same low-agency zeroes that they are now, except that they were hairy, lusty, violent, pack-oriented [18th century-style working class] un-manscaped cavemen?
Well, in most previous masculine civilized settings, if you had been walking unescorted, assuming that you are not an elderly lady and appear to be physically healthy, you would have been served the indignity of gang rape in front of the gym at the mall.
For my part, as an aging twerp, I recently found myself besting three men who were exactly half my age in multiple boxing rounds in which they all tapped and declined a third round with me in boxing, a sport at which men peak at their age of 29, and in which a 58 year old like myself is regarded as only fit to tape hands. This generalizes to my wan frame strutting at the top of the violent food chain almost everywhere I go in this sissy nation, something an age of Real men would have made impossible for me. Among real men I would be making arrow heads back at camp as the young men ventured forth, where in this faggot world, I venture forth as young men curl up in cozy dens and dream interactively through first-person shooter portals and fix-the-world internet ideological schemes.
I'll take it.
Lets count our blessings.
Things could be worse, Fire.