| By clinging to the Old Way � to Mama�s Way � men ensure their own subjugation, because in order to stay on top, others must be silenced and put down. Anyone not in My Tribe is a threat. What say we build some more prisons, eh? Don�t worry. We�ll come up with enough new �laws� to keep them teeming. Don�t be fooled. This ain�t about Right and Wrong. It damn sure ain�t about Left and Right. It�s about getting on top, staying on top, and fuck everybody else. In forty millennia nothing has changed, except the spin on the Spin. And around and around the Old Rock goes. This Spermatic Imperative mentality, so prominent in the Men�s Movement, precisely negates any possibility of men�s liberation. When �men�s advocates� rush about acting like nine-year-olds just descended from the trees, the Movement�s bowels seize up. And Mommy claps her hands and trills: Good boys! Good boys, now! Mama loves you when you obey Her rules! Well, boys, take a tip from stoopid ole ray: you will unite in brotherhood, under merit, or you will remain enslaved. Notice I said �brotherhood� and �merit.� Not ideology, not politics, not cliques, and not Who Agrees With Me. Sure, some tiny portion of guys will benefit from clinging to Mommy�s Spermatic Imperative. The boys at Men�s News Daily, for example, may realize their dream and become the new Drudge � literally � and capture some wealth and power for Their Tribe. And they�ll tell us they�re doing it for The Movement. I ain�t buying that ded hen again. Then they�ll be the new Hill Kings, get rich, be famous, whatever. And guess what? Men and boys will still be in thrall to Mommy�s State. Meet the New Boss. Same as the Old Boss. The game has to change. That doesn�t mean that males will cease competition with one another. I'm not arguing against competition. I'm saying we should have some. Indeed, a successful Men�s Revolution will guarantee that � for the first time in prehistory or history � actual competition finally will reign. Instead of rulership by the most malicious and self-serving, operating their Fixed Wheel, merit and selflessness will define and express leadership. The New Kings won�t be power-junkies like Saddam and the Bushies. They will be servants, upholders of the Divine Male Principle of Merit which, after all, was supposed to be the foundation of the American Dream. Not richest man wins. Not most vicious man wins. Not most selfish man wins. Best man wins. And that, my bamboozled brethren, is real revolution. Down with blue-bloodism in all its lineages. Down with Mommy�s tyrannos in all his cloaks, ever scheming to keep the Outsiders outside, and away from his wealth, his territory, his little harem of baboon babes. Down with careerists who pollute the Movement. That �brotherhood� thing? It�s not a joke. Jesus wasn�t funnin� about it. All that mumbo-jumbo about spiritual fellowship amongst men, about the building of a Righteous Kingdom on Earth? It wasn�t a con. It wasn�t a pose for the cameras or parishioners, nor a scam for gathering devotees to mini-cults. The exclusionary pack-mentality is the Old Way, the method of Mommy�s little servants. It�s the way of anti-Christ. Forty thousand years ago, brotherhood was the antidote to oppression under Woman and her Tyrannos. And brotherhood is still the cure today. When men�s advocates allow themselves to be compromised by money, notoriety, or power in expanded readership, the Movement is betrayed. We�ve got a lot of wanna-be troops in the ranks who are more concerned with battlefield self-promotions than with winning the war. This must change or we will fail. And if we fail, this Rock is gonna roll on into Oblivion without us all. The Boulder Penis Pussout Case in point: Robert Sides� screed about the pathetic �tactics� of the Men�s Movement reminds me of my role during the Boulder Penis Pussout. The story helps illustrate why the Movement needs a Big Bowl of Bran. I�d been interacting with a group of activists on MANN for about a year. One day in the Fall of 2001, the news hit the website that the Boulder Public Library was featuring an exhibit of ceramic, severed penises. It was the kind of in-your-face misandry that should have mobilized thousands of incensed protestors, male and female alike, merely from Colorado. But, of course, this is Emasculated America. |
| Part Four of Nine |
| Men: The Constipated Movement |