Sex-havers, I think, are objectively superior humans in every dimension conceivable. Do any of you have stories where an incel is better than a sex-haver?
Now, that is an interesting question, isn't it? Is it even possible to dream of a scenario in which a revolting thing, repulsive and thus unlovable, could possibly be superior to an actual human being who lives, and has lived, as people were meant to? Or, in other words, is there any way a monster could ever be better than a man?
Well, that depends on what one means by "better", doesn't it? If we're speaking morally, well, the answer to that question is an obvious one. Or, at least, it should be. The prisons and dungeons of the world, meant for the worst of the very worst, are clogged to bursting with thieves, rapists, murderers and defilers of children who, despite all their misdeeds, still have women who sincerely adore them. Sadists and opportunists though they are, these miscreants still have lovers who pine for their return and aggressively petition for their freedom. These dangerous men aren't incels by any stretch of the imagination. They were loved once and, assuming they survive their incarceration, will be loved again regardless of how wickedly they may have acted while unfettered. If you want stories of incels, unlovable things who will go to the grave as such, who are better in the moral sense than some who are loved, you need only ask for the biographies of nearly every incel who posts on this site.
It's a curious thing, isn't it? If we were to consider the number of human beings who are criminals compared to that of we monsters who are not, one would probably be surprised at the discrepancy. After all, our critics declare us to be rapists even though we've never ravished someone. They wring their hands and screech that we are murderers despite the obvious fact that the overwhelming majority of us have shed not so much as a single drop of another person's blood. "Ah, never mind that" they would respond, in a desperate attempt to avoid such a self-evident truth. "The incels have the souls of entitled rapists who feel they have to right to take whatever they desire. They harbor and even nurture the wrath inside of them that leads to assault and murder. Just look at all of the terrible things they post online! That makes them just as terrible and thus equally worthy of condemnation and hate."
Well, so much for existence preceding essence. Yes, I will readily admit that many of us are haunted by legions of demons howling in our ears, demanding that we seize what cruel Nature has instilled in us to covet but has neglected to provide the means of obtaining. I will readily admit that I'm hardly an exception. We have our tutelary devils who spur and goad us to lash out, to succumb to the jealousy that inevitably plagues those who do not have when confronted with the joy of those who do.
Yet we don't lash out, do we? For every Rodger that takes up the gun there are hosts of us who suffer in relative silence. For every devil that impotently kicks at the Gates of Paradise hoping beyond all hope to force his way into the Garden, there are scores of abominations who languish down in Hell, gritting our teeth as thorns bite into our flesh and stranglevines wrap around our screaming throats, binding us securely to the suffocating darkness of the Pit.
Ah, but no matter. Our accusers and inquisitors still find an excuse to condemn us. They like to pretend that if they were to find themselves in our unfortunate position, they would endure it all with sweet, beatific smiles on their faces. If denied the romantic and sexual affection they've grown accustomed to, they sincerely believe they would react so much stoically than we do. If malformed in the ways that we are, that they would retain the radiance, if not the shape, of angels. In their bizarre fantasies they picture themselves returning blows with smiles rather than contempt, starvation with lovely songs instead of screams of agony. Now, they could never possibly know how they would actually act in such a situation, but that's of no consequence is it?
Because, when all is said and done, we could offer up innumerable stories of incels who are better people than those who are fortunate enough to have been born with the qualities that make them desirable and it wouldn't matter, not a single whit.
After all, for such tales to be heard rather than fall upon deaf ears the impossible would have to take place, a miracle that would upend the natural order itself: it would be necessary for them to regard us hideous things as people in the first place.