What you need to understand about Evil is that it doesn’t exist in-and-of itself. Evil is like an infection, parasiting off of, and twisting the nature of the Good for its own destructive purposes.

Take Feminism as an example.

A rather toxic little critter, ain’t it? A mind infected by Feminism will do everything in can to destroy the relations between the sexes: not only rendering society infertile through the celebration of Alternative Lifetstyles (of which, a new one is invented every minute), but also by sapping the drive of the Men who’d be building and maintaining the society. Think “Borderline drowning her babies in a bathtub, while cutting herself and blaming her husband,” and you’ve got Feminism in a nutshell.

But as bad as it is for society as a whole, it’s even worse for the Feminists themselves. They are universally miserable people, they seldom have children (when they do have them, they are never well-adjusted), and they’re driven to study topics that have no real-world applications. Confined to a desert island, the Feminists would die off within a generation – if not within the year!

Evil always relies upon the Good to exist; it cannot sustain itself.

The reliance goes far deeper than just financial parasitism, however; Evil tells its lies by perverting the Truth. A pure lie is as nonsensical as the statement “This statement is false,” which is why they must take True statements and twist them – just a little – to create their profound monstrosities. For instance:

“The personal is political.”

~Carol Hanisch

This slogan of the 70’s Feminist vanguard was profoundly selfish in nature. In Hanisch’s own words:

They could sometimes admit that women were oppressed (but only by “the system”) and said that we should have equal pay for equal work, and some other “rights.” But they belittled us no end for trying to bring our so-called “personal problems” into the public arena—especially “all those body issues” like sex, appearance, and abortion. Our demands that men share the housework and childcare were likewise deemed a personal problem between a woman and her individual man. The opposition claimed if women would just “stand up for themselves” and take more responsibility for their own lives, they wouldn’t need to have an independent movement for women’s liberation.

To Hanisch, the phrase “The personal is political” means that her petty personal problems ought to be a concern of government officials – and further, that all political action should originate with the hormonal desires of the electorate.

This stands in stark contradiction to the Western tradition of service, sober analysis, and self sacrifice.

Furthermore, she uses this political argument (bad enough in itself) to advance a meta-cause: that of redefining the term “agency.” The civilized view of agency has always been that – though we might not choose our parentage, our looks, or our luck – we can choose our behaviour, and shape our destiny thereby; that the indomitable spirit of the individual is able to overcome the “Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” which troubled Hamlet so. The poet William Henley summed this up perfectly in his short poem Invictus. You probably know the last two lines already, but I feel compelled to share the whole of it with you:

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

This is what Hanisch sought to destroy, and from the looks of things she was rather successful in her task. “Agency,” to Hanisch, is only attained through empowerment – that old “Power to the People” nonsense – and power, by her theology, can only be taken and redistributed, never created. Her phrase convinced a whole generation that their problems come from The System, not themselves, not their own poor choices. It spawned an underclass of Gimmedats, and spurned the concept of self-ownership and Hope for a better tomorrow…

…and she couldn’t have done it without saying something that held a lot of Truth.

[Also worth noting: all of the issues Hanisch listed as casus belli have been discredited as manufactured and non-existent in recent years. A bunch of small-lies to cover up the big lie. This is how it always is with the Lovers of Evil: if you focus on the small lies – that is, try and have a rational conversation with them, trusting them to behave with sportsmanship and a love of the Truth – you’ll completely miss the Big Lie. This is how you can win every battle, but lose the war.]

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To understand the Truth behind Hanisch’s statement, merely flip it upside down – or, right side up, as the case may be (the flip is a simple manipulation, but it’s one of their favourites). Upon doing so, we discover it’s true meaning: that it is Men of character, Men who take ownership of themselves and their decisions, Men who are unafraid to speak the Truth, who are the politics of real growth and positive change!

It is not the lobby groups whom the future loves. It is not the networkers, endlessly politicking in the morass. It’s not the eternal victims, wielding their grudge like a cudgel.

It is you – and only you.

This whole Manosphere thing – it defies description because it isn’t a movement. There’s no script to follow. There’s no one-size-fits-all solution being pandered – instead, there are dozens of them, and each one comes with a free grain of salt. It’s information and observations from Men who’ve been fighting their way out of the Matrix for quite some time, and we can give you a hand up, but we can’t tell you which way to go.

And then there are the others…

Those who took the Red Pill, who suffered the shocking loss of subjective reality, who landed hard into the cold water – and begged for a way back in.

Things are different for them, of course; you can’t unsee the things you have seen. Solipsistic hypergamy, HBD, the degeneration of Democracy, and manipulated History – these’ll leave a mark. These’ll affect what sort of group they join, what sort of consensus reality they subscribe to – but make no mistake, it’s still the Matrix… and when you play the game, the game plays you.

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It’s easy to ignore the Bible – especially since the only Christians allowed on TV are the pre-approved morons (I’m with Atheistkult on this one; I don’t believe in that God, either) – but as I’ve said before, there’s quite a bit of Deep Wisdom hidden in that old tome. For instance, take the following:

Matthew 19:20-24

The young man saith unto him, All these things have I kept from my youth up: what lack I yet?

Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.

But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions.

Then said Jesus unto his disciples, Verily I say unto you, That a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom of heaven.

And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.

This passage isn’t about celebrating poverty, the way it’s typically understood these days; rather, it’s Jesus telling the young man that he needs to be willing to give it all up – give everything up – if Living Life is what he truly wants to do.

The Red Pill can be mean like that, at times.

If you wanted nice, you should have taken the Blue Pill: it’s the one that guarantees a societal consensus backing your every move. It’s the one that tells you that Adequate is Good Enough. It’s the one that guarantees you a warm bed, delicious McDonald’s cheese burgers, and a paid-for grave in the potter’s ground.

The Red Pill demands that you work without a net, that you think for yourself, and that your only ‘negotiations’ are between what you want, and what is reality.

Oh – and that you be prepared to burn at the stake for heresy.

That parable of the Young, Rich Man… what do you think would have happened if he had assented?

What’s that? You think he would have wound up alone, impoverished, and dying of leprosy? Yeah, you’re probably right.