Only one personal hero I’ve ever met has never disappointed me. In 2019, I sat next to Paul Elam on a curb in Chicago and he listened patiently as I told him that Minneapolis would be the epicenter of a worldwide panic, I looked into his eyes and told him if the men’s movement were legitimate, it would be mostly Black men.
He didn’t take offense, he took a drag off his cigar, smiled at me, and said, “It is legitimate… and it probably will be mostly Black men one day.” Coincidentally, that was also the last time I saw Marc Angellucci alive.
In 2018, Paul’s site published my first series, sight unseen. Paul suggested I write under a pseudonym to see how it goes. I picked the name of one of the first exits out of Minnesota, Jewell Eldora.
That series was about group dynamics, victim sanctity taboos, natural language processing, media, Minnesota retail corporations, and how group dynamics and anti-male bias is used in propaganda. It’s also about taboos and their enforcement.
The things that can’t be said, the things the silence hides, and how this creates the current paradigm.
In this series, I suggested feminist theory creates a measurable bias and, perhaps more controversially, feminism would generally be considered a mental illness within our lifetime.
Today, six years later, we understand feminism as highly correlated with collective delusions, dark triad and Machiavellian personality disorders, mass hysteria, and a type of puritanical sadism.
In 2020, people in masks strangled the world while enforcing victim sanctity taboos with little concern for human costs.
The death of George Floyd put male moral experience face-to-face with feminist pseudo-reality. Feminists were forced to face male moral experience for nine minutes, and they couldn’t look away from it.
This narrative needed to be controlled and for the first time, everyone else felt them at our throats.
The realities that men face are disturbing, taboo, and easy to look away from – or speak of in hushed tones. So much so, that one can only safely be any other kind of rights activist.
Advertisers, politicians, corporations, wealthy little girls, and movie stars can piss in the faces of men, openly demand they all be killed, and shit smear them with impunity, knowing enough of their harpy sisters will join in. Even evil women have value, and men have none unless it is earned and maintained.
Something began to change with George Floyd.
3 days ago, Oliver Anthony’s “Rich Men North of Richmond” became a viral hit. Wealthy little girls, sadists, and rich men will piss on it and shit smear its artist, its relevance, and its message. Anthony suggests perhaps inflating the currency with welfare dependency and kicking young men while they’re down might be why completed suicides rise.
What do the sadists and little girls say to the reaction to this song? “It’s white supremacy”, “He’s an incel!,” “Just another song to make white men feel bad. There are plenty of those.”
This one is different and I think they know it. If they don’t, they will.
Unlike women, men do not have automatic ingroup bias. Women automatically liken their experiences, men do not. Men are a default outgroup, basic human status is not granted, it must be earned and maintained. It can be taken away without group acceptance.
Very few women can grasp this – Janice Fiamengo may be one, and I believe it often drives her to despair.
Even women who dislike other women identify or liken their plots and plights.
20 years ago Dr. Laurie Rudman was paraphrased in her famous paper, “Women like women more than men like men.” This would be a technical definition of “like.” Men can collaborate in coalitions, but they’re not a natural group, they’re easy to divide.
Evolution designed them to be disposable. Oliver Anthony’s hit song doesn’t mention that design or the disposability, but his delivery sure makes people feel it.
Ghostwriter Joshua Lisec | The Ghostwriter posted about a Rolling Stone hit piece on the song. They called it a right-wing screed. Other pundits chimed in that it’s racist because the Civil War. I spent several hours watching Black man after man stop that video because they heard themselves in that song.
They also heard that white men are experiencing the same thing. That song connects men, and hands you male moral experience on a platter; For three minutes you’re all brothers.
Here’s a half-hour Playlist if you’d like to feel a powerful awakening in our country.
Propaganda (Spiritual Enlightenment)
I’ve been a student of propaganda my entire life. Up until yesterday, the most effective that I’d ever read was “Sexual Politics,” written by Kate Millett during the Cultural Revolution in China.
Every war propagandist uses feminist imagery to motivate men to go to war. That’s not new.
What was new, was that Millett, part of the 1960s Anti-War movement, decided instead to use female pattern propaganda and sex itself as the political class.
Like porn, men respond to images and women tend to be more responsive to stories. Millett’s book is a literary critique of Sex and is pure hypnosis that exploits two very measurable, cross-cultural human biases: Women as patients/victims and men as perpetrators.
Sexual Politics is hypnotic, sexual suggestion as propaganda. It’s not even that great, but it doesn’t need to be, it just needs to be good enough to pull a regular crop of new girls into the group.
By framing women as the oppressed underclass, she empowered the mentally ill, the sadists, and the dark triad personality types and other predators to near-total manipulative power. From England, Australia, and New Zealand, to Canada and the US, we’ve been slow-boiled frogs.
No one wanted to risk upsetting the mindhive.
In 2020, The Mindhive (™) went too far. Derek Chauvin, MPD officers, and a Minneapolis Firefighter all gave George Floyd exactly what they wanted for everyone who, like Floyd, wasn’t wearing a mask.
They got exactly what they were demanding, but when they actually had to look at it, really look at it, that male experience was more than they could take. Their world erupted.
We’re so divided that one side dug in their heels as the other half of the country came to grips with male moral experience watching one man, working overtime, and another man, who couldn’t breathe.
Oliver Anthony knows what it feels like to not be able to breathe. You can hear it in his voice.
Wokism will not survive this song. Feminism will not survive this song.
George Floyd made half the country truly face the male experience. Oliver Anthony just made the other half hear it.
We’re never going to unhear this song.
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