Everywhere you look there are more bachelors than ever before. Such a sight was rare in previous generations.
Bachelors are on their way out of the gene pool.
There is an oddness to them that I’d like to describe today.
Bachelors are used to having things their way. Whatever self-serving habits they may have persist in a feedback vacuum.
Due to multiculturalism, civic participation is lower than it ever has been in the United States.
When you introduce disparate elements into a society and pave their way using the propaganda of mass communications and state schooling, you form a split in the native population. Some will be for the newcomers. Some will be against the newcomers.
Suddenly you have strangers with strange customs, smells, preferences, dress, accents, and appearances showing up at formerly homogenous events. This demoralizes and alienates the native population and then the natives disengage. Ever been to a Christmas parade in the middle of nowhere and some liberals in Patagonia puffer jackets bring a fighting age male Indian along with them who’s dressed like them and just smiles at everything, trying to placate anyone who will make eye contact with him?
I have.
We’ve all had some variation of this experience.
The State forces tolerance. If you are intolerant, you are destroyed. The more aggressive you are in your intolerance, the more you are destroyed.
Since there is massively reduced social participation and since native Americans are also being run out of employment, which is an act of genocide, there are starting to be all of these bachelors everywhere. And they’re pissed off, estranged, lonely, and vilified.
I have lots of sympathy for such people and my limited purpose here today is to describe a kind of oddness to them – not take up at length their plight. But if you have a gander at my video content, you will see I have spoken up on their behalf plenty of times. I have an entire book dedicated to their cause:
When you are isolated, you lack feedback. Feedback is what grounds you to reality. We all develop our theories about reality but it is important to test our theories against the experience and responses of others. Otherwise, we develop hobbies and they destroy us.
We have a whole generation of single, young men, run out of the institutions, who are logging into the Internet and having their resentments stoked and mirrored back to them. This is creating in them a sense of rage and resentment. These, of course, can be commandeered by destructive leader figures.
I won’t stand in the way.
It’s just to say that when you have no one, you have no negotiations. You do not have to weigh your priorities against anyone else’s. Since the government education camps are completely useless at pair bonding males and females together, you basically step out of high school graduation into a void of inattention and doom scrolling. And the young women are even more pressed than the men. The propaganda efforts aimed at them are several orders of magnitude more sophisticated. Everything is being done to give them “ick” so they’ll while away their limited fertility.
And so bachelors persist. The computer, the smartphone is safe. Free time block? Spend it on social media. More echo chamber engaged. No negotiation. At best, shouting insults into a void. Call someone a name in a reply under an anonymous account. Vacant impotency. Lust for e-girls. Die un petit mort when the e-babe looks seductively into the camera. Hungry time. Go to the grocery distribution center or get the groceries delivered. Or get some Uber Eats. Don’t talk to anyone. Just keep grinding for some computer XP. Have your every impulse catered to.
Without children, there’s no one tugging at your sleeve now and then to knock you out of your digital stupor. Men just let themselves go. The old fraternal networks are gone. All the Commons is a faggy corporate space. Men don’t figure on what it does to a man to just log on and while away. The soul being eroded until a man is a husk by his 40’s but hey, peak earnings have been attained and so it’s time to have a FrickFest with a younger woman. That’s the new sell. And the clever coverup for that is to depict the opposition against it as feminists who are bitter and jealous. Set aside notions of soul erosion. Soul erosion doesn’t happen! Why? Because someone rageful and resentful online said so. I don’t mind if you find a younger woman. It’s your conscience I care about. And the dopamine bump wears off and you’re still left with most of your old habits.
I’m not saying YOU’RED COOKED if you’ve managed to get to your 30’s without a wife. I’m saying that if you were honest with yourself and stopped all the digital excitation long enough for your conscience, which has been buried, to seep through in the quiet way that it does at first – you’d find that you had a lot more to do with this arrangement than your favorite online people have led you to believe.
I’m in the business of minting anti-victims. We all need feedback to get to where we want to be. Drop me a line if you need a cornerman:
stevefranssen@protonmail.com
Talk soon!