Roosh, the classic Sanguine, has this to say about the state of the Men’s Rights Movement:
The biggest problem with MRAs is that they are not activists. They are pamphleteers. They believe knowledge alone will solve the ills of the world. They believe that merely reading about how men are getting shafted will improve the status quo. They believe that one-thousand of them typing away and producing ten-thousand blog posts will change society.
The Truth is far worse, of course. Roosh’s rejection is based upon an apt assessment of their topology; it’s violent tremors in the geography which worry me.
Roosh is correct when he calls them impotent whiners, “hoping the government will one day serve their interests and give them things that me and my readers are achieving on their own”, but that’s no longer the point of the MRM. Contrast to Feminists: they didn’t truly want the equal opportunity to work in the coal mine, they only wanted to punish men for their own failures as women. Similarly, the MRM celebrates brokenness, and wants the state to supervise marriages. “Game doesn’t work! You’ll only bang sluts!” they complain, pulling gently on their softening pud – a Lie. Their true motto is “Let us all be failures together!” though you’ll never hear them admit it.
Call it the Malcolm Effect, where a slight flirtation suddenly turns into an unstoppable slide. The MRM has embraced Marxism, full bore – what started out as a fight against bondage, now celebrates whenever the whips and chains are applied to the Feminists. Justice-seeking-anger turned to spite.
We all obey the whim of the Great Magnet…
Where Roosh goes wrong is in thinking he has solutions; that he is waging a counterattack:
I take personal action and encourage other men to do the same.
At the same time I was complaining that American girls are fat, I was blasting inside Polish girls with perfect bodies. I tell men how to sleep with such women.
At the same time I was whining about divorce rape, I was dating a Ukrainian girl who treated me like a king. I tell other men where to find women like her.
At the same time I complain that the American economy is in trouble, I was completing another book I knew my readers would like so that I could increase my income. I provide men with a forum that contains a lifestyle section to discuss money-making tips.
At the same time I was ranting against the Skrillex haircut, I was banging a Lithuanian girl whose hair belonged in a Vidal Sassoon shampoo commercial. I tell men how feminine women are like.
He does take action – but that action is retreat.
There’s been an interesting discussion on game recently, which I may wade into at some point, but for the time being let’s simply look at his solution to the destruction of marriage – it all boils down to one thing: run to a place where the infection has fewer symptoms.
This cannot last.
The Sanguine’s fatal flaw is that the hedonic treadmill beckons to them. They can’t resist the call to adventure, and while they can certainly have a high future time preference, planning is not in their nature. As such, the dire consequences of ignoring this virus isn’t a subject which garners their interest to any great degree.
We are running out of ground to stand on.
I am a Patriot. During my life I hope to actually see the True North Strong and Free – not just sing it in the National Anthem. To find a wife and raise a family, with hope for a future. Gaming girls in foreign countries is better than marital theft, certainly – and it’s probably a fair bit better than Heroin – but it doesn’t leave much of a Legacy.
Running away will protect us for a time, but the Enemies of Life are implacable; this is a global ideology more infectious than proselytizing Christianity could ever hope to be. It’ll reach Eastern Europe and Southeast Asia sooner than you think – only by the time it gets there it won’t be called Feminism any more. Like the common cold, this virus mutates fast.
The MRM fell because it was premised upon weakness. Any true hope for the future will have to be premised upon Strength.
More on that later…