https://vimeo.com/blog/post/Incel
dunno if this has been posted, they even use screenshots of this website
jfl, at the ending, basically implying he goes ER, just more propaganda made by cucks trying to demonize us as all potential serial killers about to snap
and they wonder why none of us want "help" or advice from normies
Well, this little film was precisely what I expected it to be. Strange, isn't it? Perhaps old age has lent me a tiny spark of prescience. Who's to say?
Really, though, nothing occult as second sight is necessary to anticipate the nature of a video like this, is it? After all, we've seen the same hollow propaganda time and time again. For all of his efforts, whatever they may have been, the film-maker has done nothing more than repeat a distorted scream he heard echo up from a world he himself has never even so much as glimpsed, even in the throes of his nightmares.
So we have yet again the relatively handsome young man whose only impediment to securing a romantic relationship, of living as every human being was born with the impulse to, was some social awkwardness. Granted, there are certainly incels who suffer from such issues and it is only these that our critics are comfortable with examining. A deficiency of spirit is so much more comfortable a problem to confront than the deformity of the body because the soul can be redeemed, can't it? Our protagonist could have received therapy, removed himself from "toxic" communities and the whispers of the devils like us who haunt them, and struggled back to the light. Somewhat attractive fellow that he is, the main character of this little story could have struggled back to the light. The gates of the Garden weren't sealed shut for him and, were he to approach it in a penitent fashion, the angels guarding it would have welcomed him home rather than have driven him back to Gehenna away with swords of flame.
Where is the film about the truly ugly man who doesn't even bother to approach a woman because even his most innocuous smile in their direction is returned with looks of disgust? Where are the depictions of a man who has to endure the insults mumbled under the breath of those who pass him by regarding his repulsive face? There are no couples treating the incel in this film with contemptuous stares and vicious little snickers, indulging in all of the self-righteous mockery and condemnation of the truly damned that will forever remain the privilege of the blessed. Our incel in this movie admires himself with all of Rodger's narcissism and wonders why women aren't enamored of him to spare the audience the far more honest depiction of some abomination contemplating his hideous face in the mirror and weeping, realizing that what he beholds in the looking glass guarantees that he will never be loved. The myth of the fallen angel who fell into Perdition through his own crimes is infinitely easier to make sense of within the context of a good and sensible world than the reality of a monster who, through no fault of its own, was born in Dis' filthiest ghettos.
I would be the last to argue that the world the incels languish in is a dark one. Yet those who find themselves captivated by our nocturnal little realm lack the fortitude to trespass no farther than the edge of the penumbra. They terry just long enough to watch the first stars appear in the deepening blue of twilight, fleeing long before midnight rises up and seizes the firmament. Intrigued though they are by Hell, these cowardly sorcerers lack the courage to conjure up anything more dangerous than the pettiest imps: murderous but ultimately comprehensible and, by virtue of that, susceptible to the prayers of exorcism. It's one thing to come to terms with an incel resulting from the frailties of man, quite another to do the same with one created by Nature.
So let them have their imps and petty sprites, let them assuage their survivor's guilt by pretending Hell is so shallow that it's no more than a confident smile away from Paradise. We're they deprived of their cheap parodies and gentle conjurations, they would have to admit that an infinite expanse stretches between Limbo and Cocytus. God forbid they descend just a little beyond the edges of the former; do so, and they would be horrified to find writhing dragons that issued directly from Mother Nature's womb and satans frozen fast by their own tears.
