this one is an ig post about yet again another bullshit article on and on about how we are radicals and we should just leave women alone and how "toxic masculinity" is destroying the country. In this there are probably trying to paint lonely guys as even more weird. This bullshit is taking the way we should treat outcasts in the completely wrong direction this will my best guess be a contributing factor in why the attacks will keep happening. From tech CEOs telling employers to fire socially awkward and lonely guys with nothing to lose to articles painting nerds and socially unsuccessful men as the real domestic terror enemy it's all bullshit!!!!! And on top of that this came out today: a jocks rule nerds drool bullshit article
https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&sou...FjABegQIBxAB&usg=AOvVaw2aUFjXPNNs_ylwdW9Oc1-o this type of journalism is not making things any better.
More articles regarding us? Nice to hear; after all, I need the pleasant humming of white noise in my ears if I'm to have something like a good night's sleep and my supply is running low. Angry screams are bad, but complete and utter silence is so much worse, isn't it?
There was a time when I had the slightest bit of hope that there could be a dialogue between us and those who have sworn themselves to indicting us for the myriad crimes they imagine we're guilty of. I thought there was the slimmest possibility of convincing a man that a monster had something like a soul resembling his, that the loved and unloved thing had the same tiny spark glowing in their hearts. Though the former is warmed by said spark and the latter burned by it shouldn't matter; that it glows in both of our breasts should make us brothers, should bind us together as kin.
Silly fantasy, isn't it? There was a time when I was naive enough to believe otherwise, but that moment's long since passed.
The Sons and Daughters of Light and the Children of Darkness have nothing to say to each other even if they would like to. When all is said and done, they speak with different tongues. Though Nature has placed the same tiny light within us, it's been expressed in radically different ways. The fire from which we all issue has awarded knowledge of light and warmth to the lovely and, in turn, cursed the ugly with whatever wisdom accompanies its smoke and darkness. Our two tribes are forever separated by the horizon and will remain so for so ever long as there's a distinction between Day and Night, between Fecundity and Sterility, Health and Pestilence, Joy and Despair. I'll never know the pain of a woman whose been fucked an discarded by her dear prince, and she'll never know the agony of going to the grave untouched. As a thing born in the darkness, the sunlight will never sear my skin at the price of never being allowed into its radiance. As a child of the light, she'll never glimpse the beauty of the nocturnal firmament, a small price to pay for avoiding the fate of freezing beneath its chilly glow.
Our two disparate groups can continue to snipe at each other forever and, in all likelihood, probably will. As long as there is an incels.is, or something like it, there will be some permutation of Inceltears. The resentment and hatred the lovely harbor for the things who desire what they have but have no right to experience will persist as long as there as a distinction between beauty and ugliness. As long as there are Devils burning down in Hell, there will be angels who curse God because the purity of their songs have been compromised by the discordant screams of the damned.
No interpreter could possibly be skilled enough to translate the language of Hell into that of Paradise; there's no linguist who could render the tongue spoken in the Garden comprehensible to those consigned to Gehenna.
In order for the boughs of the Tree of Life to touch the canopy of Heaven, carrying it past the sterile light of the stars and into the golden light of the Sun, it's roots will have to sink down into the filthy Earth to feed from the corpses of the monsters rotting in its depths.
I would like a truce, but I learned a very long time ago that it's silly to pray for things even God Himself is incapable of bringing about. No man or woman will ever clasp hands with a monster, and no one born beneath the Sun would ever pollute his, or her, mouth by speaking the Language of the Dead.
It’s not good enough that they’re normal and therefore should be much happier about their normal lives.
