Let's get one thing straight: we, as incels, weren’t born to be kings. We've been given a role in this world that’s often dismissed, ridiculed, and rejected. We've faced the agony of loneliness, the sting of rejection, and the haunting realization that no matter how hard we try to fit into society’s expectations, we just can’t seem to measure up. And it hurts, deeply. But this pain isn’t because we’re inherently flawed; it’s because we’ve been trying to follow a path that was never meant for us. Society has conditioned us to chase ideals that were always stacked against us, driven by the malignant force of hypergamy. This isn’t some noble drive for a better world; it’s a curse that inflicts suffering, carving out a hierarchy where many men are left to rot in despair. It’s not eugenic; it's dysgenic, inflicting nothing but misery on the majority.
Throughout history, religions and ideologies have tried to crush this instinct, but every attempt has crumbled. Patriarchal structures, moral teachings, societal norms, none have managed to break this drive. And here we are, forced to exist in a system that was never meant for us, battling not just society but our own biology, instincts, and emotions. It’s a war we were destined to lose. There’s a rage here, not just against society, but against nature itself, this indifferent force that thrives on suffering, feeding on conflict and pain for some fleeting, false sense of gain. Peace was never in the cards for us; it was sacrificed before we even began. The only imaginable solution would be to genetically rip out this hypergamous desire from women, to tear it out at the root. But let’s face it: that’s a fantasy, a dream that will never come to pass. We are left screaming into the void, demanding acknowledgment for a struggle that the world refuses to see.
We have been lied to. Told to “work harder,” “improve ourselves,” to “find our path.” But these words are a mockery, a cruel illusion of choice in a rigged game. Society mocks us with solutions that, from our perspective, are impossible. They tell us to keep pushing forward on a path that was designed to reject us. It’s a betrayal of the highest order, and deep down, we know there’s no way out. The only thing left is this truth: It’s over, there is no Solution To The Gynocentric Problem. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. It never began!
Throughout history, religions and ideologies have tried to crush this instinct, but every attempt has crumbled. Patriarchal structures, moral teachings, societal norms, none have managed to break this drive. And here we are, forced to exist in a system that was never meant for us, battling not just society but our own biology, instincts, and emotions. It’s a war we were destined to lose. There’s a rage here, not just against society, but against nature itself, this indifferent force that thrives on suffering, feeding on conflict and pain for some fleeting, false sense of gain. Peace was never in the cards for us; it was sacrificed before we even began. The only imaginable solution would be to genetically rip out this hypergamous desire from women, to tear it out at the root. But let’s face it: that’s a fantasy, a dream that will never come to pass. We are left screaming into the void, demanding acknowledgment for a struggle that the world refuses to see.
We have been lied to. Told to “work harder,” “improve ourselves,” to “find our path.” But these words are a mockery, a cruel illusion of choice in a rigged game. Society mocks us with solutions that, from our perspective, are impossible. They tell us to keep pushing forward on a path that was designed to reject us. It’s a betrayal of the highest order, and deep down, we know there’s no way out. The only thing left is this truth: It’s over, there is no Solution To The Gynocentric Problem. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. It never began!
