by Matt Forney
I’m going to tell you ladies something that will upset and anger you and cause you to call me all sorts of names, but you can’t deny the fact that it’s the truth.
If he wanted to, any man could rape and/or kill you and there’s nothing you could do, on your own, to stop him.
I don’t care if you work out every day and have a BMI in the normal range. He can overpower you because nature has endowed him with a bigger frame and superior musculature by the mere virtue of being born a man. Those women's self-defense classes you took at the community center? Completely worthless. I can defeat any "self-defense method" by simply uppercutting you in the jaw.
If you have a handgun, you might be able to stop him. Unfortunately, you probably live in a blue state like New York or California, where concealed carry is unheard of and getting a pistol permit is nearly impossible unless you live in the middle of nowhere. And even if you were packing heat, he could just get his own gun and put you back at square one. Pepper spray is subject to the same regulations.
Face it: as a woman, you are almost completely helpless in the face of raw male power. Your best defense, your only defense in most cases, is to fight fire with fire, in the form of a policeman, your boyfriend/husband, your brother, or your father.
The only thing that can defeat a man is another man.
Everyone knows that sexual egalitarianism is false. We prove it via our actions, never mind our words. When you need to be protected from a violent, dangerous criminal, what kind of cop do you want: a burly, muscular man, or a frail Asian woman whose cap is too big for her head?
It’s an open secret that the U.S. military’s physical fitness tests are much more lenient for women than men, because most women are physically incapable of performing at a man’s level. If the Chinese were to invade tomorrow, who would you want defending your country on the front lines: men or women?
Girls claim they want "nice guys," guys who treat them with respect, but the most popular book among American women is 50 Shades of Grey, a BDSM fantasy in which the female protagonist is dominated by her lover in every conceivable way.
So yes, men and women are not the same and not equal. Anyone who claims otherwise isn’t just a liar, they’re a bitch.
"Bitch" is a common insult, but no one really thinks about what it means. The interesting thing about the word "bitch" is that its meaning is different depending on the sex of who you’re insulting with it.
That’s the problem with the West today; an overabundance of bitchiness. This is the Planet of the Bitches.
If you were born after the year 1946, you are in all likelihood a bitch. It’s not entirely your fault; our society encourages people to be bitches by denigrating and punishing authentic masculinity and femininity. In order to not be a bitch, you have to go against everything society tells you. The manosphere in part exists to help men extirpate their bitch behavior and cultivate masculine virtues.
If you’re a Millennial man, you’ve been drugged and bound since you were in kindergarten. When you justifiably got bored of your nauseatingly dull teachers and the girl-centric curriculum, you were diagnosed with a phony disorder like ADD and pumped full of pharmaceuticals to turn you into an obedient little drone. You were told by your teachers, professors and parents that being a white male makes you the root of all evil, a potential rapist, a colonial exploiter, a racist. You were made to believe that being a good man entailed suppressing your masculinity, your strength and your intelligence, being "nice" and self-serving and "chivalrous."
If you’e a Millennial woman, you’ve had it almost as bad. You’ve been lied to all your life, told that you should aspire to be one of the boys, that being an consumerist harpy slut is a good thing, that relationships with men are a chess game in which whoever shows more emotion (or any emotion at all) loses.
Bitchiness is a social disease brought about by too much material comfort.
When you can live cradle to grave without having to struggle for anything, you become soft. You start manufacturing drama to entertain yourself, tricking yourself into thinking you’re on a great moral crusade: anti-racism, anti-sexism, anti-homophobia, blah blah blah. At a certain level, you know you’re a failure, but rather than try to rise above, you attempt to pull everyone else down, reframing your vices as virtues.
For example, the idea that American women are masculine and unpleasant is hardly news to us in the manosphere. When confronted with their numerous defects, Jizzabellers and other "empowered" women retort to the effect of: "Well, you’re just saying that because you can’t handle a confident, independent woman."
Oh really?
The average American woman is anything but confident; she’s a neurotic wreck, one missed therapy session from committing suicide. She gulps down antidepressants like candy, she shoves food in her face like a starving Ethiopian, she spends hours a week watching mindless TV shows and movies that validate all the bad decisions she makes, she has meaningless sex with men she can’t stand sober to fill the widening hole in her soul, and she derives her self-worth from her makework paper-pushing job. And she has the gall to call herself "confident" when she’s never faced any of the real crises or tribulations that are a prerequisite for developing confidence.
The women from Eastern Europe, South America, China and other places praised in the manosphere (and mocked by the Jizzabellers) actually have faced those tribulations, living in countries that are corrupt, violent and poverty-ridden, and as a result have more confidence and strength in their pinky fingers then the average American girl has in her entire body.
No, Miss Careerist, you’re not strong, you’re not independent, and you’re not confident. You’re just a bitch with a golden chain.
Male bitches abound as well; you usually find them castigating themselves for their whiteness and/or maleness and generally being suck-ups. Even female bitches find them contemptible.
Fortunately for us, the Age of Bitchiness is drawing to a close.
Bitches are parasites; they only exist because they rely on real men and women to keep them alive. They need women to rear and raise them, and they need men to fix their toilets, police their streets and defend their borders from invaders. A civilization can tolerate a certain amount of bitchiness, but too many ticks sucking blood and the host dies.
The unprecedented material prosperity that fostered Western bitchiness is drying up. Don’t listen to the mainstream media; the recession is still here and only getting worse. Young Americans are relegated to a life of working menial service jobs and paying off student loans into their thirties. Move across the Atlantic and things are even worse. When the nationalist Golden Dawn party won twenty some-odd seats in the Greek elections earlier this month, bitches around the world wrung their hands in disbelief. How could the Greeks support evil racist fascist Nazi homophobes? As Jim Goad writes in Takimag, however, Golden Dawn’s popularity stems from their willingness to help ordinary Greeks in need:
Bitches scatter like cockroaches in times of crisis. As our society crumbles under the weight of its own stupidity, it won’t be bitches riding to our rescue. It won’t be bitches mewling about their “rights” who will save us. It will be men, men of courage and conviction, who will make history.
This applies to the personal level at well. Men are realizing that they don’t want a butch, pantsuit-wearing co-worker; they want a cute girl who will greet them with a smile and a cup of coffee after a hard day’s work, who will be supportive and nurturing instead of belligerent and sulky. Women are realizing that they don’t want a sensitive, effeminate, "respectful" herb; they want a dominant, assertive man who will lead them and protect them from danger.
A bitch will never be more than a bad facsimile of the real thing. If you’re a bitch, your days are numbered. Bitches get stitches. The future belongs to those who are strong and determined enough to take it into their own hands.
If he wanted to, any man could rape and/or kill you and there’s nothing you could do, on your own, to stop him.
I don’t care if you work out every day and have a BMI in the normal range. He can overpower you because nature has endowed him with a bigger frame and superior musculature by the mere virtue of being born a man. Those women's self-defense classes you took at the community center? Completely worthless. I can defeat any "self-defense method" by simply uppercutting you in the jaw.
If you have a handgun, you might be able to stop him. Unfortunately, you probably live in a blue state like New York or California, where concealed carry is unheard of and getting a pistol permit is nearly impossible unless you live in the middle of nowhere. And even if you were packing heat, he could just get his own gun and put you back at square one. Pepper spray is subject to the same regulations.
Face it: as a woman, you are almost completely helpless in the face of raw male power. Your best defense, your only defense in most cases, is to fight fire with fire, in the form of a policeman, your boyfriend/husband, your brother, or your father.
The only thing that can defeat a man is another man.
Everyone knows that sexual egalitarianism is false. We prove it via our actions, never mind our words. When you need to be protected from a violent, dangerous criminal, what kind of cop do you want: a burly, muscular man, or a frail Asian woman whose cap is too big for her head?
It’s an open secret that the U.S. military’s physical fitness tests are much more lenient for women than men, because most women are physically incapable of performing at a man’s level. If the Chinese were to invade tomorrow, who would you want defending your country on the front lines: men or women?
Girls claim they want "nice guys," guys who treat them with respect, but the most popular book among American women is 50 Shades of Grey, a BDSM fantasy in which the female protagonist is dominated by her lover in every conceivable way.
So yes, men and women are not the same and not equal. Anyone who claims otherwise isn’t just a liar, they’re a bitch.
"Bitch" is a common insult, but no one really thinks about what it means. The interesting thing about the word "bitch" is that its meaning is different depending on the sex of who you’re insulting with it.
- Female bitches are typically combative, mean, miserable and bossy; in other words, they’re masculine.
- Male bitches are typically catty, passive-aggressive, whiny and gossipy; in other words, they’re feminine.
- Bitches are untrustworthy and incapable of keeping promises.
- Bitches have no sense of personal responsibility and always blame their problems on someone else; the patriarchy, their asshole boyfriend, ex-wife, their parents etc.
- Bitches complain all the time and are unwilling to take any action to solve their problems.
- Bitches are histrionic and think their emotions are the end-all-be-all of human existence.
- Bitches are self-absorbed and can’t imagine that anyone thinks differently than they do. See: the eternal solipsism of the female mind.
That’s the problem with the West today; an overabundance of bitchiness. This is the Planet of the Bitches.
If you were born after the year 1946, you are in all likelihood a bitch. It’s not entirely your fault; our society encourages people to be bitches by denigrating and punishing authentic masculinity and femininity. In order to not be a bitch, you have to go against everything society tells you. The manosphere in part exists to help men extirpate their bitch behavior and cultivate masculine virtues.
If you’re a Millennial man, you’ve been drugged and bound since you were in kindergarten. When you justifiably got bored of your nauseatingly dull teachers and the girl-centric curriculum, you were diagnosed with a phony disorder like ADD and pumped full of pharmaceuticals to turn you into an obedient little drone. You were told by your teachers, professors and parents that being a white male makes you the root of all evil, a potential rapist, a colonial exploiter, a racist. You were made to believe that being a good man entailed suppressing your masculinity, your strength and your intelligence, being "nice" and self-serving and "chivalrous."
If you’e a Millennial woman, you’ve had it almost as bad. You’ve been lied to all your life, told that you should aspire to be one of the boys, that being an consumerist harpy slut is a good thing, that relationships with men are a chess game in which whoever shows more emotion (or any emotion at all) loses.
Bitchiness is a social disease brought about by too much material comfort.
When you can live cradle to grave without having to struggle for anything, you become soft. You start manufacturing drama to entertain yourself, tricking yourself into thinking you’re on a great moral crusade: anti-racism, anti-sexism, anti-homophobia, blah blah blah. At a certain level, you know you’re a failure, but rather than try to rise above, you attempt to pull everyone else down, reframing your vices as virtues.
For example, the idea that American women are masculine and unpleasant is hardly news to us in the manosphere. When confronted with their numerous defects, Jizzabellers and other "empowered" women retort to the effect of: "Well, you’re just saying that because you can’t handle a confident, independent woman."
Oh really?
The average American woman is anything but confident; she’s a neurotic wreck, one missed therapy session from committing suicide. She gulps down antidepressants like candy, she shoves food in her face like a starving Ethiopian, she spends hours a week watching mindless TV shows and movies that validate all the bad decisions she makes, she has meaningless sex with men she can’t stand sober to fill the widening hole in her soul, and she derives her self-worth from her makework paper-pushing job. And she has the gall to call herself "confident" when she’s never faced any of the real crises or tribulations that are a prerequisite for developing confidence.
The women from Eastern Europe, South America, China and other places praised in the manosphere (and mocked by the Jizzabellers) actually have faced those tribulations, living in countries that are corrupt, violent and poverty-ridden, and as a result have more confidence and strength in their pinky fingers then the average American girl has in her entire body.
No, Miss Careerist, you’re not strong, you’re not independent, and you’re not confident. You’re just a bitch with a golden chain.
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| Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard, showing us all how strong and independent she is. |
Fortunately for us, the Age of Bitchiness is drawing to a close.
Bitches are parasites; they only exist because they rely on real men and women to keep them alive. They need women to rear and raise them, and they need men to fix their toilets, police their streets and defend their borders from invaders. A civilization can tolerate a certain amount of bitchiness, but too many ticks sucking blood and the host dies.
The unprecedented material prosperity that fostered Western bitchiness is drying up. Don’t listen to the mainstream media; the recession is still here and only getting worse. Young Americans are relegated to a life of working menial service jobs and paying off student loans into their thirties. Move across the Atlantic and things are even worse. When the nationalist Golden Dawn party won twenty some-odd seats in the Greek elections earlier this month, bitches around the world wrung their hands in disbelief. How could the Greeks support evil racist fascist Nazi homophobes? As Jim Goad writes in Takimag, however, Golden Dawn’s popularity stems from their willingness to help ordinary Greeks in need:
In last week’s elections, Golden Dawn performed best in crime-addled areas of central Athens, gaining up to a quarter of the vote in some precincts. What could those voters possibly know that might escape some faraway Brussels Eurocrat in their cramped grey hypoallergenic cubicle?The Greek government, like all Western governments, is a government of the bitches, by the bitches and for the bitches. The mainstream parties have left citizens terrorized by immigrants to twist in the wind out of fears of being accused of "racism." Since the bitches in charge can’t or won’t help their own people, Golden Dawn has stepped in to do it themselves.
What about reports that in some areas, Golden Dawn serves as a "Robin Hood" agency that provides clothing and food for vulnerable Greek nationals? Is it true that in certain Athenian quadrants, imperiled Greeks are more likely to call in Golden Dawn for physical protection before they’d ever call the police? Is it possible that some Greeks feel that only Golden Dawn cares about their survival and is willing to shed blood to ensure it?
Although media outlets cast a harsh spotlight on Golden Dawn’s immigrant-bashing, they don’t focus nearly so much attention on their fervid criticism of "global loan sharks," "bailout dictators," and "international speculators" who are "selling us out and looting the sweat of the Greek people."
Bitches scatter like cockroaches in times of crisis. As our society crumbles under the weight of its own stupidity, it won’t be bitches riding to our rescue. It won’t be bitches mewling about their “rights” who will save us. It will be men, men of courage and conviction, who will make history.
This applies to the personal level at well. Men are realizing that they don’t want a butch, pantsuit-wearing co-worker; they want a cute girl who will greet them with a smile and a cup of coffee after a hard day’s work, who will be supportive and nurturing instead of belligerent and sulky. Women are realizing that they don’t want a sensitive, effeminate, "respectful" herb; they want a dominant, assertive man who will lead them and protect them from danger.
A bitch will never be more than a bad facsimile of the real thing. If you’re a bitch, your days are numbered. Bitches get stitches. The future belongs to those who are strong and determined enough to take it into their own hands.
