Why, oh why didn't I take the blue pill? Was it because I was angry? Or was I really searching for the truth, answers in a pit that seemed to scoff at any way out? Then it appeared, almost like a miracle. Videodrome. I could not believe the very loaf of MPEG-4 that was baked by my algorithm, at a time when social media executives were being publicly excoriated for hosting such scandalous content. It was uploaded not long before I first viewed it, and after finishing it I became convinced of providence, of holy grail and divine intervention.

All my life, up to this point, I had been plagued by confusion and ridicule. I deserved it all, for I inherited some and warranted others. What was a common trope amongst all the men in my life, both in person and on video, was the mystery, wonder, and torment that was expected in sharing a life with a woman. Around that time, I had decided to break ties with a girl I knew was disappointed with where things were going. I may not have been born in Miami, but from that moment, sitting on a Muji Body Fit Cushion overlooking a fantastic view of Sunset Dr, I was baptized in its neon transparency.

The irony of Miami is evoked in that sheer hyperreality of all the schemes, personalities, and infrastructure that brazenly refuse to hide their motives. It is this brutal honesty that causes its inhabitants to let their guard down at the worst possible moment. Then, like a sock to the stomach, it awakens in everyone who manages to survive that place the introspection needed to see right through others and, more importantly, themselves. After watching that sermon on Space Mountain, I was forced to contend with everything I had known about humanity and the psyche.

The world of revealed preference, symbolic exchange, and nomadology could only have been evident, imminent even, by delving into the now-fashionable scandal that is hypergamy. What is intriguing is to see how goyim always manage to get it wrong. Hypergamy isn't the phenomenon of women seeking to date upwards from themselves in terms of status, wealth, or looks. This assumes the egalitarian rape that attempts to flatten all hierarchies into new, degenerate demographics that bear no resemblance to their platonic forms. זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול.

The real dilemma that hypergamy emanates from is how a woman procures the best genetics and provisioning for her child when both are absent in a single man. She must then procure these traits from two or potentially more men, hence the hypergamous nature of this phenomenon. In an age where the State facilitates child support, perpetual employment for college graduates (most of whom are now women), and public education, there is no need for her to ensure the provisioning end of the equation from an actual guy. This is why that silly chart that has gone viral keeps pointing upwards. Women can now freely choose the best genetic specimen without also having to wrangle a pathetic engineer with them. זול זול זול זול זול זול.

So why do women still choose beta males? Vanity? Convienience? Circumstance? Why do they even bother with boyfriends? Maybe some of them haven't gotten the memo. Those who have now traverse a world of situationships, peptides, and careers at NGOs that never seem to go anywhere. And the kicker? The punch line is filled with betas who are none the wiser- hell, even those who are reading this very article. They are still hoping one of these distressed and heartbroken nymphs looks down at their dysgenic posture and gives them a chance to raise her two children from two different baby daddies. You want to know why this won't get fixed? It's because your pathetic classmates, coworkers, and friends will betray all that is masculine to escape this prisoner's dilemma.

Goyim. Vermin. They deserve everything. The red-pill manosphere looksmaxx confederacy all want to flatten this tower of narcissism so they can get back to the way things were. But there's no going back. This was always happening, and will continue to happen so long as death is a contingency in this world. The world is contingent on death. Appeals to nature, to eugenics, to progress will do nothing to stop this ever-precarious equilibrium. The recursive and thus destructive element of this war machine is the engine of collapse for our civilization. It has happened before and will happen again. There is only so much water to pull from, and those who need it most contend with ever more frequent droughts.

The future is for those who can weather this storm. That can't be done when the inferior sex is concerned with allocating resources for the next generation. The issue isn't women being an integral part of the "real" economy. We have been too precarious as a species for that to be even remotely problematic. The collapse of Bretton Woods, a system that lasted for a little over two decades, was followed by the reintegration of women into the economy. The actual solution is making marriage, and by extension child-rearing, a largely private affair. If interest payments on our debt become an immediate threat to the Nation, much of which is tied to Social Security, then the primary arm of child support, among others, will likely need to be divested.

This will never be entertained by Congress so long as women have the right to vote. So now we are left with figuring out how to make sense of this escalation and what can be done individually and as a commune:

  1. We need to discourage having children out of wedlock. It is so painfully easy to make this crass, but my goodness, will women זול זול זול זול זול זול if you dare suggest a wench show up with accountability. I am reminded of a congregation that wanted to fund a safe house in an effort to prevent these women from seeking abortions. I wanted to keep up with this project, but after they reached out to procure a recurring donation, I realized this was the literal embodiment of beta bucks. The problem is women almost instinctively place themselves in any scenario that could involve them or their children, so long as it isn't seen as a blow to their vanity.
  2. We then need to make fornication reprehensible; a return to slut shaming. The best part is women would love an excuse to throw dirt at each other for something that takes an incredible amount of risk on the part of the transgressor. They procure the intel, and we provide the derision.
  3. We really need to care less about abortion, especially with the double standard of allowing birth control. Tell any of these bourgeois wives how you equate the slaughter of "cells" to the manipulation of their daughters' menstrual cycle, and they will זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול זול. I am not commanded to participate in government, just like how your daughter doesn't have to wait until marriage to have a memso fit.

The idea is to punish anyone who has any inclination to indulge in r-selection. What is so painfully ironic is that the very men who champion the K side of things are going to be the last to support the three tenets above. That is what it means to be a gynomale. To work against your own interests so as to not rock the boat IN ANY CAPACITY (wink wink, nudge nudge). These men are an integral part of that system, and that makes them our enemy. They are so helplessly dependent on female attention that they will fight to protect it. Now, were you reading this and thinking of the beta bucks in your life, or were you apt enough to recognize the gynomale that still resides in you? Freeze it.