UNITY NOT DIVISION

I don’t believe in coincidences. Everything is connected. Everything alters everything else. Butterflies stamp and universes collapse. Nothing is random. Everything is connected. And within the pantheon of mythos, Primal Forces run amok. Amongst these are Masculine and Feminine. (Stupid names, but then humans never were very good at naming things. Perhaps I will choose different names. Perhaps I’ll call them Jo and Bob.) The failure of the male and the female to coexist in harmony, and the resultant chaos will destroy civilization as we know it.

Unless we can somehow find the golden middle way. The War Between The Sexes needs to end. Now. The future of mankind depends upon it. The Wars On Everything need to stop. Enough is Enough. War has only one result. PAIN. We have a unique opportunity. We who are alive right now stand at the crossroads. We are the authors of history. We’d better write it well.

Just to recap the story so that we are all on the same page:

Once upon a time men and women lived in peaceful agrarian communities. Some archeologists claim that within these areas no defensive structures were built for over six thousand years. (I have no details of sauce with which to browbeat you into accepting my paradigm. If you care go find your own.) There was a price to pay for all this Peace though. People lived too long and were too healthy. Society needed to cull its own. At first they introduced sacrificial rituals. The annual killing of the king and the taking of the New King. A way to enhance the gene pool. Noble and Heroic. But problematic. Unfair in fact. Killing children was easier. The healthy could be selected, while the unhealthy could fertilize the fields. Without a whimper, the cannibalistic practice of child sacrifice was birthed. It worked. Some even argue that it enhanced the community.

In other societies, across the other side of the world, the problem of overpopulation had not been solved. The cessation of constant agression against the Others resulted in excesses of men, without women with whom to breed. Result? Disharmony. Testosterone tends to do that. Solution? The incel must migrate. Take their problem somewhere else. The Horde swept through the peaceful farmlands destroying them. Women were raped and enslaved, producing marriage. On the bright side, child sacrifice was terminated. And civilization continued to evolve. Now, at this point you may be wanting to blame someone for something, but there is noone to blame. Not even God. It is what it is. Mankind learns through trial and error.

Time passed. Revolutions occured: agricultural>industrial>technological. A new era. Health. Wealth. Happiness. You would think that the story would have a happy ending, but No. The short version is that the slaves revolted. They demanded equal rights. They fought for them and got them. And sadly, as with everything, mistakes were made. Women swiftly demanded that they be allowed to kill their children. They say it is their Right and they will not desist. Inclusivity became toxic. Crime and corruption escalated in the dank darkness of feminine wiles. Fear and hatred walked the streets. The system failed. 

Fast forward to today. Once again Man has been summoned by Fate to effect change. Once again Woman has been curtailed, brought to heel. With bitter disappointment, she has realized that she has not yet discovered the true core of her identity. PANIC. Women tear off their clothes and howl and shriek their tortured disappointment into the ethers. They have become, quite literally, Unbalanced. Chaos rules, and the mighty Kek rises out of the swamp to guide the Transition to Something Else. Man, calmly impassive and unmoved by this unseemly show of unhinged emotionality, could save mankind at this point.

Men can. But will they? Will the Toxic Masculine, the macho man, reawake in order to subjugate the Toxic Feminine? The danger is that it will. The danger is that humanity will be forced to endlessly repeat the cycle of abuse, the eternal conflict. The danger is that machines will prove worthier that their organic makers.

And yet I hope for a different outcome. Q taught me how to hope. I have never given up on my belief in the Nobility of the Alpha Male; disciplined, kind, rational. I believe in the Compassion of the Gentleman. Ultimately there can be only One. One model of leadership that will truly liberate all people to strive towards cooperation and harmony. If we could appreciate each others' strengths and compensate for each others' weaknesses would we be able to lead the way into a new phase in our evolutionary development. We could still come together to create the Hivemind. We could still live together, for the benefit of all. We have the opportunity to be better than ever before. 

Where we go one, we go all.