Since we have a bevy of guests passing through without apparent cessation, I figured I'd take the time to address a few words to a particular subset of them. Holes and bugmen, you can stop here, as the following is not intended for you, nor will you glean anything from it. Suck barbed wire cocks in hell.
If you're a comparatively stable male virgin of any age that's here to indulge his curiosity as to the ecology of the dregs, as to how life is at the frigid and hopeless margins that you're sure you'll never set course toward, then let me assure you: it's not so bad at all! In fact, casting off the shackles that have over years fastened themselves on your mind is one of the most exciting and transcendent things you can experience as a lowly pariah.
You've been placated, teased, and reassured countless times that you're better than us, that there's still hope for you, I know. What's materialized out of any of it? How much longer can sleights of the puppet master's hands soothe your aching head? Your captors keep you running toward their goals by assuring you that all of their utilitarian grandstanding is not only incontestable, but actually in your interests! Certainly you're skeptical enough to know that their promises are probably empty and things likely won't sort themselves out so easily, but still you can't extricate yourself from the world ruled by their epistemology and the resulting inertia of your will. Maybe lately, especially post-Minassian, you've noticed the veil slip a bit further though? The endless vituperation and persecution of lonely men you see in every corner of the bugnet maybe isn't out of character or poor sampling? Maybe everyone really feels this way about you all the time and maybe those who were set to lose keep losing, that the denouement of this loss is the robbery of your rights, your dignity, your life! Maybe there's not even a carrot at the end of the stick; maybe it's a swinging truncheon.
Plenty of us here have had this story play out the same way. Follow their rules and think their thoughts obediently only to have them call for your head regardless. Presented with no alternative, though, where can you go? Well, you're here. Despite the calumny and slander repeated slavishly in every conversation with any social legitimacy, the feigned hand-wringing by the homogeneous mass of cowards in media, "culture", and daily life as a whole, the people here are alternately friendly, mordant, honest, cavalier, intelligent, and resilient. The first time I visited r/Incels, expecting to see a set of 16-20 year old weebs making incoherent posts about being inferior to everyone and threatening suicide (though we're not without that element, but it doesn't really matter), I was struck by the mirth and level-headedness I saw, by the supreme élan vital radiating from so many posts, beyond hope but reaching toward euphoria. After a while I came across one of the best, one that I remember particularly well. It was about a guy coming across a hole while out for a solitary jog one night. Seeing him, she quickened her pace. Sick of having to cower like a complaisant puppy, the guy breaks into a sprint and sees the bitch duck and hears her scream as he blows past her with a smile fixed on his face, likely for the first time in years. I doubled over laughing at the confrontational beauty of it all while the narrow walls of the 'acceptable' began to crumble.
If anything here pulls at something within you, it would be my advice to follow it for a while. While there's a lot to like about this community, it is, crucially, not good enough. We need more people with sharp instincts here, people like you. We need philosophers, we need poets, we need musicians, we need scientists, we need executives, we need polemicists, we need painters. We need to develop a unified approach toward life, we need to capture it in the full flower of its wrath, we need to apprehend its cruel vagaries quantitatively and esthetically. We need rejects. We need you.
In a society that fetishizes marginality and rebellion, where every sanctified grievance group paints itself as a victim of the same institutions whose forums and resources they use to present themselves in this manner, there exist no real outlaws, no opportunities to stand independent and alone, truly alone. Incels, involuntary celibates, ugly fucked up fuckin' virgin males could be the last bastion of this mode of living. Inceldom needs a fully elaborated cultural and historical moment. Inceldom needs leaders, movers, and thinkers. Again, inceldom needs you.
If you're a comparatively stable male virgin of any age that's here to indulge his curiosity as to the ecology of the dregs, as to how life is at the frigid and hopeless margins that you're sure you'll never set course toward, then let me assure you: it's not so bad at all! In fact, casting off the shackles that have over years fastened themselves on your mind is one of the most exciting and transcendent things you can experience as a lowly pariah.
You've been placated, teased, and reassured countless times that you're better than us, that there's still hope for you, I know. What's materialized out of any of it? How much longer can sleights of the puppet master's hands soothe your aching head? Your captors keep you running toward their goals by assuring you that all of their utilitarian grandstanding is not only incontestable, but actually in your interests! Certainly you're skeptical enough to know that their promises are probably empty and things likely won't sort themselves out so easily, but still you can't extricate yourself from the world ruled by their epistemology and the resulting inertia of your will. Maybe lately, especially post-Minassian, you've noticed the veil slip a bit further though? The endless vituperation and persecution of lonely men you see in every corner of the bugnet maybe isn't out of character or poor sampling? Maybe everyone really feels this way about you all the time and maybe those who were set to lose keep losing, that the denouement of this loss is the robbery of your rights, your dignity, your life! Maybe there's not even a carrot at the end of the stick; maybe it's a swinging truncheon.
Plenty of us here have had this story play out the same way. Follow their rules and think their thoughts obediently only to have them call for your head regardless. Presented with no alternative, though, where can you go? Well, you're here. Despite the calumny and slander repeated slavishly in every conversation with any social legitimacy, the feigned hand-wringing by the homogeneous mass of cowards in media, "culture", and daily life as a whole, the people here are alternately friendly, mordant, honest, cavalier, intelligent, and resilient. The first time I visited r/Incels, expecting to see a set of 16-20 year old weebs making incoherent posts about being inferior to everyone and threatening suicide (though we're not without that element, but it doesn't really matter), I was struck by the mirth and level-headedness I saw, by the supreme élan vital radiating from so many posts, beyond hope but reaching toward euphoria. After a while I came across one of the best, one that I remember particularly well. It was about a guy coming across a hole while out for a solitary jog one night. Seeing him, she quickened her pace. Sick of having to cower like a complaisant puppy, the guy breaks into a sprint and sees the bitch duck and hears her scream as he blows past her with a smile fixed on his face, likely for the first time in years. I doubled over laughing at the confrontational beauty of it all while the narrow walls of the 'acceptable' began to crumble.
If anything here pulls at something within you, it would be my advice to follow it for a while. While there's a lot to like about this community, it is, crucially, not good enough. We need more people with sharp instincts here, people like you. We need philosophers, we need poets, we need musicians, we need scientists, we need executives, we need polemicists, we need painters. We need to develop a unified approach toward life, we need to capture it in the full flower of its wrath, we need to apprehend its cruel vagaries quantitatively and esthetically. We need rejects. We need you.
In a society that fetishizes marginality and rebellion, where every sanctified grievance group paints itself as a victim of the same institutions whose forums and resources they use to present themselves in this manner, there exist no real outlaws, no opportunities to stand independent and alone, truly alone. Incels, involuntary celibates, ugly fucked up fuckin' virgin males could be the last bastion of this mode of living. Inceldom needs a fully elaborated cultural and historical moment. Inceldom needs leaders, movers, and thinkers. Again, inceldom needs you.
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