Psalm 121:1

For those of you who did a double-take at that title, rest assured, I am not about to go off into a preachy tangent, even though that is one of my favourite Bible verses.

That verse sprang to mind as I was reading the latest Spearhead article entitled "Outside the Shop Window" - a lovely piece detailing how more and more men are breaking free, waking up and refusing to be party to a system that has all but vilified them.

This should be a clear sign to (1) disdain women; (2) abhor marriage; and (3) unplug from the system. Completely. Never mind what they say about NAWALT. Never mind what others think of you. Never mind that people think you are making the greatest mistake of your life. Like Ken Knight (the author of the said article), I went my own way in my 20s. This was in the 1990s, in Singapore, and everyone pounced on me. Today I look back at the rising waters of feminism washing over South East Asia and I know I made the right decision. While I had (past tense) regretful twinges that the looks my peculiar amalgam of genes have bequeathed me will not be passed on, those have been firmly eradicated as I look my life post-GMOW and the great might-have-been of marriage.

Since we are on the subject, a related topic is the rise of feminutzi grief that men have become bystanders (see here). They are moaning about a dearth of "good men" which is essentially a situation of their own making. The writing is on the wall. The male populace is a simmering volcano waiting to explode and it will take just one tiny spark to set it off. This is prophecy just waiting to be fulfilled. I for one will be curious to see what the feminutzis' reaction will be when their throats are about to be slit, or gutted like hogs; white knights, manginas and Futrelle included.

Like many things, ages end and cycles close. Feminism's death clock has been ticking for some time now. We MGTOWs should just sit back and watch it explode. Or maybe implode. And trust me - it ain't gonna be pretty.

As the psalmist would say: "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;" (Ecclesiastes 3:1-2).

Onward!