Does it not seem absurd when an enclave of men, some of whom are directly involved in child sex abuse coverups, decide on a new leader for a very dysmorphic and outdated religion?
Is it not strange that every president of the United States has been a man, and that any female candidate is made into an incompetent laughing stock by the press?
How can it be that Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Conner’s first job in law involved no pay and a desk in a shared space with her boss’s secretary?
While glossy-eyed hopefuls belonging to the Catholic religion awaited the white smoke to rise from the Vatican, the world was still spinning on its relatively stable axis. The sun continued its immense fusion reactions providing the world with another day of light. So, what in the hell is wrong with this place we call Earth?
We are the problem. We have been the problem for a very long time. From the evolutionary stalemate of our earliest ancestors, we as men have muscled our way through problem solving skills, resorting to violence at the slightest sign of social resistance or lashing out at Mother Nature’s incessant limitations. Men have been granted opportunities women in similar fields had to work toward to the point of virtuosity before their applications were even given a glance.
Men were the first of the polarized sexes to write down language and make decisions for a ‘greater good.’ Men established the first records of history since women were so preoccupied raising other men and other women later used to raise men. We were the first to develop weapons and tools to kill other animals – even other humans. Now, we’ve come this far. What more do men have to contribute to the furtherance of our population?
Are we not the sex creating monies where monies do not exist? Do we not enact decisions that bring starvation and death to countries and populations around the globe? I wonder, despite these atrocities the masculine brood has put forth, what more it is we really have to contribute to any decent progress on this planet?
I believe there to be a great conspiracy. I also believe at least half of this planet is engaged in a constant denial of this conspiracy.
I had originally started this site when I was aspiring to publish my first book. It is now a year after the publication of my first and I’ve already released my second (stay tuned). A third is prepared. And though not everyone who takes a glance at my lengthy articles on Facebook purchases a copy of my book, it is understandable as to why. There are a number of reasons in fact. It might cost too much. It might not be your interest. Or, it may be your interest, you have the money, but there is some sort of spite about the fact I’ve put out a book.
I have done a great job at weeding out bullies from my “friend’s list” (cough), those people growing up who had little to do but pick on potentially bright kids like me. I get the fact some people made mistakes when they were younger. But hey, what do I really have to lose by blotting out my past through internet filters? I mean, those people who once bullied me still exist. They still bring harm to others in ways they likely don’t yet realize. Shouldn’t I go out and take revenge on them anyway? Isn’t that what any man would do?
I guess a redefinition of masculine responsibility needs to be addressed. Because there is another factor that has brought me utter living hell besides the bullying males of my upbringing. That has been the female, the wonderful and beautiful sort of human guys like me find great joy in knowing and relating to, even if we get nothing from them but humiliation and fear.
But really? Is this what such wonderful beings as females bring to guys like me? Something is not right.
Typical in American culture is a perception that we are to grow up, go to college, get a degree, and enter into a job wherefrom we may draw retirement after our time is up. And this is usually for a man, since a woman was once generally percieved as nothing more than an accessory for the male who grew up, got the degree, landed the job, etc.
But my wife is working full-time at her job and has held the job longer than I have held any occupation I’ve ever had. She is also putting in way more hours than her salary pays and sees little kickback other than terrible treatment from customers and her fellow employees. Me? I can show up to the fire department and get an occasional double-my-wife’s-pay gig. Though I’m grateful and work very hard at what I do, I’m still sad.
While battles over some man’s copyright not being honored have reached the highest courts of the United States, women by the millions are being sold off as sex slaves around the globe. We take it quite seriously when a woman drowns her kids in a bathtub due to either unknown histrionic causes or postpartum depression yet allow for verified sex offenders to fly to the magical Vatican and elect a new patriarch.
Personally, I’d choose drowning over being anally and/or orally raped by a man.
Aside from my dark liberty-or-death choices regarding sexual abuse, these things haven’t happened to me. I pride myself on being able to help others and can only really put my head into a subject like sexual abuse because I feel a violent urge to slay those whom have participated in such dealings.
But when will the violence end? What force besides the fear of imprisonment stops a guy like me from committing sheer vigilante torture and fatal belittlement of men involved in sex crimes? The answer is women.
Women have been oppressed by men because of a universally realized female power. The only way men can outweigh the balance of the feminine on Earth is to keep her at bay. Men have found themselves at countless impasses, finding themselves unable to allow the true integration of the female into the male-created society. Did we as men really make much of this society? We were all born from a woman (most of us not living in parts of California anyway). Has she not some responsibility for the terrible actions committed by my male counterparts?
No! That’s ludicrous! The era of the blame-game for women driving us insane is over, guys. We’ve screwed up. Period. It’s time to pass the torch and let the origin of our species take the reigns. Period.
Despite this disjointed diatribe, and disregarding the fact I’m no academic-level feminist, men have made too many mistakes to keep going forward with their insidious plans.
I’ve published much on the subject of Æons and periods of human history embodying a male spirit, sometimes called a yuga or age, particularly that of Osiris, the masculine patriarch of the Egyptian mythos who was resurrected with a little help from his sister, Isis. She once had her reign, but it was replaced by the male force since humanity was moving on and the epic of the gods had to be carried into a period utilizing more force and blunt material persistence.
This is not progress. Rampant materialism in this world, though we see many females falling victim(s) to its cunning allure, is caused by men. It’s our fault. I’m no latent apologetic or acolyte for the church of Hers, but let’s be honest. We’ve screwed up. Our religions? Our fault. Money? Our bad. That was us. Blatant resistance to social issues while disallowing for the spread of diversity across populations? Yup. Here you go. Have the torch, ladies. I’m damn hopeful you shall hold down the power button on the laptop of the male world and end our tyranny thusly.
-Nathan H. Fox