The Possible Human

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Awakening

Men come to the Men’s Rights Movement in different ways.

For some, it’s a clap of thunder over your house in the dead of night. You are jolted from deep sleep to full consciousness in a heartbeat.

Most of us come to the new reality by a slow process. If you will, jigsaw puzzles in the recesses of your mind.

Time and experiences slowly click a piece at a time into place until the puzzle is complete and you begin to see the undeniable fact of how men are perceived and treated in Western society.

In a dark corner of your mind exists an old black and white television, covered in dust on a shelf next to an old instruction manual for a CD player and a box labeled “Stuff to do later”.

The TV has been there for years. It’s on and nothing much is seen on the screen except snow and flits of images that pass. The sound is turned down because it’s just a low hiss of white noise. You ignore the TV, nothing of interest is on. The wire clothes hanger antenna isn’t picking up much.

Time goes by and life winds its course. Something happens to you at work or in your life that does not seem right. Perhaps you are out with some friends and see a man and woman arguing across the street. She knees him in the testicles and he drops to the ground in pain. All of you exclaim in unison “OOOoooooo” “Ouch!” Someone says: “What did he do to deserve that? The girls in your group giggle and point at the guy doubled over in pain.

There’s an image on the old black and white TV, you glance over at it then look away. A feeling that something is not right about the situation swirls around in your mind, kicking up a bit of dust. You notice the TV set is much closer than it was previously.

*Click* The puzzle has the first piece laid down.

Life continues and the trials and tribulations of your existence move slowly forward. Situations happen to you that have no logical explanation. Maybe your boss promoted a woman in your office to a senior position. The woman is out sick 5 days a month and you have had to pick up her slack for a couple years. The office has become almost all female due to the hiring preferences of your supervisor.

*Click*

The office flirt constantly makes sexual innuendo comments to you, she’s even described her favorite dildo she calls “Big Max”. Sick of this behavior, you report her to your boss. Your boss seems concerned but says you must be misunderstanding the situation. Your boss tells you to get a sense of humor. She’s abrupt and dismissive of your concerns. The complaint you addressed to your supervisor was dismissed as a shortcoming in your character.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

The black and white TV in your mind now has a clear picture and the volume has been turned up. The show called “Your Life” is on. The TV is much closer now. You watch the show for a time, feeling irritated and a bit frustrated. A thought traverses your mind: “Is it like this for other guys? Am I the only one seeing this stuff?”

Work begins to consume your life’s focus. Responsibility and determination are your mantra.

After a long work week a couple pints of beer are in order. Down at the pub there’s a game on and the early evening crowd is just starting to arrive.

A commercial for Demarche Jewelers comes on the television. A handsome couple sits down at a bistro table; the beautiful young woman is showing off her Diamond encrusted tennis bracelet to her obviously jealous girlfriends. A slovenly dressed man sits down next to his supermodel wife. He’s late and needs a shave badly. She looks at her cheap tennis bracelet with one small diamond and gets a look of disgust. She pulls out her pocket book and slaps her slovenly dressed husband across the face with it. The commercial ends with the phrase “Demarche jewelers, when only the best will do. Don’t be that guy”.

“What the hell??” you say out loud. Stasha, the barkeep notices. He walks over “Yah, dats bad stuff. Dem Joolaws use dem blood diamonds from Africa.” The point was missed by a few thousand miles.

*Click* *Click* *Click* * Click* The puzzle is taking shape.

Later on at home that night there is a strange feeling, not good, not right. The “Your Life” show is on but it’s different.

The black and white TV is gone!

There is a 25” color flat screen in its place. The volume is up and clear, the picture is bright and realistic looking. Events of the day and evening scroll by, the Jeweler commercial come up again.

In your mind you shout “What the Fuck!!” as you review the commercial. Agitated and irritated, you go off to bed.

*Click* *Click*

Weeks go by; months go by, perhaps a year or two. The 25” color TV still has the “Your Life” show on. The volume has been increasing and it’s getting annoying. You can’t find the remote to turn the sound down.

Maybe during a lunch break at work, you go to the canteen and eat your sandwich and read the paper. There is an article that catches your attention. Two Teenage girls were arrested and put on trial for sexually abusing an eleven year old retarded boy.

As you read the article, you get a sense of horror as the details of the crime are described. The girls tied up the boy and sodomized him with a beer bottle and shocked his testicles and penis with a cattle prod for 6 hours.

*Click* *Click*

As you read on, outrage builds. The two girls 17 and 18 years cut a plea deal for Gross Misdemeanor Assault. Neither of them will have to register as a Sex Offender. The 17 year old gets a $500 fine and three years’ probation, the 1 year jail sentence has been stayed. The 18 year old girl gets a $1000 fine, three years’ probation and a 90 day jail sentence.

The article indicated the girls said they were abused by their fathers and brothers which caused them to sodomize and torture the retarded 11 year old boy. The quotes from the social workers and Psychologists support the girl’s accusations of their fathers and brothers.

“Oh Christ, what the hell is this crap!!” Your outburst startles your coworker eating her salad across the table from you. “What’s the matter? She asks. “Here, read this” you mumble and slide the paper over to her and point to the article.

The coworker reads the article for a few minutes and folds the paper and slides it back to you. She’s got a smirk on her face. Confused by her body language, you ask her what she thought about the article. She giggles a bit and says: “At least the boy had his junk played with by a couple girls, it’s not like he’s ever going to get laid.”

*Click* *Click* *Click* * Click* *Click*

Mind reeling and emotions churning, you are in disbelief. Did she really say that? Did she really mean that? Struggling to compose yourself, you get up and look your coworker in the eye. She is a bit shocked at what she sees in your face.

Looking into her eyes, you notice something. She meant what she said. It’s wasn’t an offhand remark, or a joke even though she was giggling when she said it.

As you turn to leave, you say “The comment you just made about the retarded boy having his junk played with when he was being tortured and sodomized by those nasty creatures really says a lot about your character.”

Disgust and anger fill your mind as you walk away. “How could she not see the gigantic double standard benefitting those cunts? God, she’s just as sick as those two psycho bitches!”

The thought thunders through your mind in different forms, but the gist remains the same: “Why is this shit happening?” You begin to notice double standards everywhere that appear to benefit women at the detriment of men.

*Click* *Click* *Click* The borders of the puzzle are complete.

The volume on the color TV is completely up. It’s deafening. The TV is now a 60” Flat Screen Plasma Surround Sound system. Your mind tries to plug it’s ears, but the sound and images just won’t stop.

The news article on the sexually tortured 11 year old boy has affected you. You want to find out why those girls got off so easy after such a heinous crime.

Research is the order of the day. The internet divulges a lot of material on double standards, sexism, men’s rights, women’s rights, feminism, masculinsim, and terms you’ve never heard before.

Blue Pill, Red Pill, White Knights, Manginas, Sock Puppets, and many more terms confront you. Patriarchy is what the women claim to be the root of all evil. Matriarchy is the cure. Feminist equality is the balm society needs to evolve.

All this is confusing and a bit daunting in its massive quantity.
With time and patience you go through the volumes of information. A term you haven’t heard since college composition seems to be prevalent: Misandry.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

One rainy spring morning you arise a bit early and start your day. There is a lot to get done at work today and you are planning the day out in your head. Eat breakfast, take your vitamins. You don’t notice the oddly colored capsule you just shook out of the bottle into your hand and then swallowed.

The phone rings, it’s your sister. She’s on a tear and pissed off at you because you wouldn’t cosign a car loan for her. She’s terrible with money and you know that you would be stuck paying off her car in the end. She tells you that you need to “Man Up” and help her because she’s your sister. You tell her No and she calls you all kinds of names including a misogynistic pig.

*Click* *Click*

The rain has caused a number of accidents on the highway so driving to work is out. You walk to the corner and take the express bus into the city.

With some time on your hands you turn to watch the “Your Life” show. Something wrong. The TV set is gone! A searchlight clicks on in your mind and you frantically look for the TV set. It’s quiet. The TV is nowhere to be found.

As you look around, a foreboding feeling grips you. You are no longer watching the television. You are now in a show called “My life”.

*Click* The puzzle is now complete but you don’t want to look at it. You know what it is, but are afraid to stare at it.

Everything looks the same, food tastes the same. Smells and sounds are the same. The world hasn’t changed, you have.

The realities you were educated in and raised from a child now seem somehow wrong. What you were told did not exist by your teachers, parents, girlfriends, and friends is now right in front of you, and in fact the reality was always there, in the open and hidden from view by your own mind.

That strange red colored vitamin you swallowed with your morning OJ was “The Red Pill”.

You stare at the puzzle that your mind has been patiently building year after year, and it is terrifying. It is a portrait of you as you really are with no politically correct filters to distort the view.

Thoughts race through your mind “How could I have been so blind, so deaf, so dumb not to have seen all this??”

With your eyes now open, you see the results of 40 years of progressively radical feminism. It’s bad and it’s going to get worse if something isn’t done.

The sleeper is awake.


“I feel all we have done is awaken a terrible giant and filled him with a terrible resolve”

-Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto after Pearl Harbor was attacked