Today, I learned that I am a fat cyborg.
I am a fat cyborg because all my friends are male. I am a fat cyborg because my exs have come back so many times that I actually had to devote a year to telling them to fuck off and leave me alone because I was in love with Wolfe. I am a fat cyborg because looking after my disabled mother 24 hours a day leaves me with little inclination to conform to Roosh’s ideal world of submissive women awaiting a charmless twunt to waste their time and presumably steal their diamond’s worth of hymen.
So, all in all, I am quite happy to be a fat cyborg.
I took the trouble of looking through Roosh’s blog to see if I could find any redeeming features. This is not the first time that I have taken the trouble to investigate the world of male emancipation. I previously infiltrated the male rights movement on Youtube, thinking that since I was quite sympathetic, I would find some interesting points. This stems from my disappointment at university, in finding that only one student was studying gender studies from a male perspective. Seriously people, this ain’t good enough.
Where does my sympathy come from? Men, whilst their mistakes may seem unforgivable, such as suddenly remembering that they only really wanted to sleep with you until you got bored, as opposed to actually building a future together, are just like women. The difference is that they waste a lot less time jostling with you for social supremacy, and they are unfettered by the constraints of a fertile life that really lasts only 25 years or so. They do not understand that life is finite, because it is in the interests of the gene pool that they spray their tiresome seed around as much as possible until they are killed by old age, disease, or each other. Quite a few of them just do not know any better, and why should they, if they can avoid the consequences?
The economy is set up in their favour for this very reason. Were we to impose the constraints of fertility on them, that have been set aside for women, such as enforced leave, regardless of the source of their children, they would suddenly discover consequences for actions and we would quite rightly impose the same social norms “Why didn’t you keep your zipper up if you didn’t want kids?” etc etc. Instead of which, women continue to bear this burden. Roosh, with his childlike sense of unfairness that his ass does not get kissed often enough, just echoes the views of many men, who quietly type with one hand and seek out big girl pornography whilst telling everyone how much they love anorexic chicks with fake tits.
The great shame of the modern male, in my view, is that they are being groomed to be just as neurotic as women when it comes to their looks. It is undoubtedly great marketing for the personal hygeine products, and if you have some issues with body hair, I am sure that it is very nice that they seem to be taking umbrage with their own fur, but largely, I am afraid that I am with Germaine Greer on this one. Anything over 5-15 minutes is a waste of your intellectual capacity and time, and you really should get a life if you spend it staring at yourself in the mirror. When it’s right it’s right, and you really will not care if your ultimate beloved has less than two eyes/arms/ears never mind if they have had twenty concubines, six wives or husbands, or have plucked their surplus eyebrows or beard. Sorry to burst your marketing bubble.
Anyway, back to the youtubers. It turned out that their victimitis consisted of wondering how they could shake off the psychopath they banged in the bar of a weekend, and why should they pay for their own offspring. What lovely gents. I note that Roosh would like to prevent women from working. What a bleak future his offspring are going to have, given that he seems to think anorexic submissive virgins are in unlimited supply.
Should they all be white too, Roosh, given your evident hatred for immigrants?