Does anybody ever say the same thing to homeless people who are rotting in misery? "YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO A HOME YOU HOMELESS FUCK, NOW STOP COMPLAINING AND FEELING MISERABLE ABOUT YOUR HORRIBLE CONDITIONS!!!" If you are truly blackpilled you would know that we aren't entitled to sex, nobody is entitled to anything at all. Sure IT cherry picks some edgy posts but I'm sure the vast majority of us know that "entitlement" doesn't exist. We are just animals roaming around and breathing like birds, humans aren't special. I have seen so many posts on the internet that is something along these lines
Guy: I keep being rejected by women even though I am a nice guy. I'm so lonely
Foid: YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO SEX YOU FUCKING MISOGYNIST INCEL FUCK!!!111!!!!
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genuinely believes men are entitled to sex.
If anything the only people who feel entitled to sex are liberal women who think the government owes them free abortion and birth control so they can have as much sex as possible. Otherwise it is a "war on women." Maybe this is why they keep spamming the word "entitled" because they themselves are so fucking entitled they think we are like them and thus think we automatically feel entitled to everything we want. Meanwhile we can't even feel lonely without feeling the full force of feminist evil being aggressively anti low value male. Our inceldom, by itself, is as harmful as smoking 15 cigs per day. Yet they think they are entitled to control what emotions we are allowed to feel.
JFL we already live in a feminist dystopia.
The attitude that so many adopt when it comes to the notion of entitlement is a strange one and, at first blush, seems to be wildly contradictory. Progressive souls will celebrate charity with such vehemence when it comes to the poor and disenfranchised, the victims of history's little twists and turns. They'll wax poetically about the necessity of social programs to benefit the downtrodden, they'll assert that men are far superior to beasts, that we've transcended our fundamentally selfish nature. We'll feed the poor, care for the disabled, pretend to educated the mentally retarded. We'll enact policies to restrain every instinct that lends itself toward primitive tribalism. We'll campaign for intellectual and emotional safe-spaces, shriek and protest about the sanctity of every person's feelings.
Well, almost every person's feelings.
The incel serves as something of a dilemma, doesn't he? He is a person who is, by any sane metric, disadvantaged. He is ugly, revolting but, though monstrous in appearance, he wants what every other human being wants. Just as the poor man is tormented by hunger the repulsive man suffers the pangs of wanting to be desired. And yes, yes, the starving man will find himself among the ranks of the Dead if he isn't fed while the incel will only find himself reduced to one of the dead Living. But, let's be honest; the fortunate have no comprehension of either's suffering. So why is alleviating the misery of the former considered a virtue while doing so much as acknowledging the pain of the latter a scandal?
When all is said and done, mankind hasn't unchained itself from the bonds of Nature to the extent it likes to pretend it has. With a little bit of effort we've learned to rip out the hooks She's embedded no deeper than the skin. But the chains that are intertwined with whatever biological intricacies govern the sexual impulse, our love of beauty and hatred of ugliness, are nearly impossible to snap. To remain consistent, the progressive soul should sympathize with the incel, they should recognize the frustration and the hurt of a fellow human being who wants a sexual relationship but is incapable of forging one, they should be scratching their heads and searching their hearts and dreaming of some policy that could possibly alleviate the pain of the unlovable.
They should, but there's a point beyond which ideals are incapable of ferrying even the most enlightened. So close to finding themselves on the banks of Nirvana, that mythical land beyond all distinctions, and Nature and Her prejudices drag them screaming back into what is nastiest and most basic about humanity. Our saint smiles imagining a starving man fed but nausea seizes her bowels the moment she contemplates an ugly man's sexual desires, let alone such desires being satisfied. And, sick to her stomach, she finds whatever ideological excuse she can to justify the act of vomiting and turning away from the mess at her feet. Move deftly enough, and she may escape without the stream of puke staining her shoes.
Now, I don't mean to gender our hypothetical saint. The females shriek and the males bellow; it doesn't change the fact both have the word "entitlement" on their lips when they do so. Godless though each may pretend himself or herself to be, both prostrate themselves the moment Goddess Nature rises up before them. The ladies will try to retain some vestige of their humanity and chastise us for considering women objects even though what we ultimately want are women, with agency, to desire us of their own volition. The gentlemen will attempt to distance themselves from us by pretending that they are loved and we are hated because they are good and we are wicked, rather than because they are physically attractive and we are not, although they would be hard-pressed to provide any evidence of it.
Their stories eventually fail them because even the loveliest of myths are, when all is said and done, nothing more than lies. Desperate to preserve their humanity our supposedly higher men and women forsake the fables sustaining it, become the animals they always were and will always be and, bearing the fangs they've tried for so long to conceal, rush in to tear us apart.
In order to reconcile Heaven and Hell, Spirit and Flesh, good men and women feed the poor one moment and devour incels the next.
