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If this guy or more guys like him can keep getting into power then we can finally cope with hookers.
Better start saving up your money.
I think it's inevitable that prostitution will eventually be legalized in the Untied States. It will, in all likelihood, follow the same trajectory as homosexual marriage did and the recreational use of marijuana currently is: the matter will become a state's-rights issue and eventually progress to the point where the federal government will find itself compelled to make some determination insofar as the entirety of the nation is concerned. I have little doubt that, following this particular course, prostitution will be legalized. Heavily regulated but sanctioned all the same.
I'll confess that I mourn this eventuality because I absolutely despise prostitution. Not because I feel it dehumanizes women or some such nonsense; after all, there are plenty of feminist thinkers who champion prostitution as empowering and all of that. Nor does the legalization of prostitution bother me because I think there is something inherently immoral about the world's oldest profession. If a man wants to pay a woman for sex and she's willing to accept the deal, well, so be it. When I consider the matter as a rational man, with what little rationality I have remaining to me, I find it hard to find anything inherently objectionable about the institution itself.
My hatred of prostitution is a purely emotional response as an incel, as a man who has spent his entire adolescence and adulthood reviled by women and, thus, not really a man at all.
As we know all too well, the phenomenon of the incel became the intriguing new topic of conversation in the wake of Minassian's bizarre little tantrum. Alek could have invoked another community's memes rather than ours and perhaps some other group would have been the subject of soul-searching articles, indignant videos featuring shrieking moralists, or comedy routines by hacks who lack the talent to earn their next meal by any means other than their ability to exploit the human proclivity for communal sadism. Minassian could have identified with any other hated group, but he chose ours.
So here we are. The flood gates were smashed and we were, and still are being, deluged with videos, articles, commentaries and all of the rest by myriad critics.
I've watched and read quite a bit of the media dedicated to us. I'll admit that it's kind of nice to be acknowledged after a lifetime of being ignored. As painful as it is to be hated, being forgotten is infinitely worse. However, there's a sentiment I've seen again and again and again that I find infinitely more insulting that the vitriol of the screaming feminists who call us rapists (virgins though many of us are and will remain as until we go down to the Dead) or violent criminals (even though most of us would shudder at the thought of drawing so much as a drop of blood). When confronted with our frustration, our loneliness, our desire to be desired as almost every person is, they shrug their shoulders and quip: "Why don't they just pay for it?"
Why not pay for it? After all, that's all we want, isn't it? We don't want to be held by someone who wants to be held by us. Of course not. That's a desire that real people experience. We ugly things merely want to fuck, to penetrate something, anything, and ejaculate. It doesn't matter if the woman subjected to our loathsome embrace is nauseated by our clumsy caresses, right? Because things like us are incapable of caresses. We grope and grab and abuse. We don't admire a woman's beauty, we don't appreciate Nature's loveliness incarnate because we are Nature's ugliness made flesh. We stare, we leer, we drool. Incapable of being loved, we aren't potential lovers, merely predators. Any touch we administer is violent by default, even if it's done with trembling fingers. Men and women, authentic human beings, want to make love and experience mutual passion. But monsters are incapable of that kind of impulse, aren't we? We are heartless things and so we'll be content with heartless sex that we'll take it however we can get it, whether that be by paying for it or seizing it by force.
We're the abominations that serve as incarnations of Nature at Her very worst: brutal, nasty, thirsty for blood and desperate for some orifice to ravage. So offer prostitutes up to us to keep us tame, right? There was a time when the gods of darkness were kept at bay with the sacrifice of some virginal maiden. Now they're offered whores.
Well, I reject that sacrifice and I always will. I will die a virgin, never touching a woman because no woman has ever wanted to be touched by me and never will. I won't be pacified with a toy no matter how expensive, I won't be placated with a doll no matter how life-like it may be.
Which means I'll suffer. Not ideal, to be sure. But if I have to burn in Hell, I'll do so screaming like a man damned to it rather than whimpering like an imp born destined to burn in its flame.
I acknowledge that may be very little, something the vast majority would regard as a nightmare. Yet, for one for whom the Garden, let alone Heaven, is an impossible dream, it'll have to be enough.