| To repeat: I'm not suggesting that men buck the Spermatic Imperative wholesale. We don't need to abandon competition. We need to have some! The ONLY venue in modern American society where competitiveness actually still exists is athletics, and not surprisingly, athletics is the pinnacle of our culture. Why? Because when true, open competition reigns, both the "winner" and the "loser" grow stronger. Men know this. Anyone who has ever participated in sports eventually learns this lesson: don't flee from more advanced opponents. Seek them out. Even if you "lose," you win. When I was in third grade, I shot hoops with the sixth-graders. Often I lost. But the sixth-graders respected me, and by the time I reached sixth-grade, I was ahead of my peers. Not by favoritism. Not by clubbism. Not by exclusion. By merit. The American Right portrays itself as the fundamentalists of open competition. They lie. They are the weak-sister Dumbletwee to the American Left's Deedletwum. Forcing the Men�s Movement to adopt the rhetoric and matriarchal values of the American Right effectively silences and blunts anti-feminism. It ensures that only superficial, �conservative� alterations will be made to our Mommy State � mostly in the form of careers and concessions to the �team players.� Like the �revolution� of the Sixties, these elements seek to �swallow� the Movement back into the gizzard of the Machine, in the same way that formerly Moderate or Leftist men were ingested into the �New Right.� Dominance of the Men's Movement by ANY ideo-political clique means failure. You�re actually gonna have to REVOLT, boys, no matter how you slice it. Non-violently, to be sure. But you�re gonna have to overthrow BOTH the Left (feminism) and the Right (feminism), or you�re gonna get RUN OVER by the same Monster Truck whose tire prints are currently tatooed on your foreheads. American men, in alliance with their brothers throughout the world, must lead this revolution � and make no mistake, the shockwave resulting from the release of Senor Scapegoat will make the galaxy tremble. It�s pure-dee eschatology a'brewing. In his essay, Robert Sides talks about �recruiting an army� and about how men are afraid to frame their rage at the Matriarky in terms of �war.� But, of course, it IS war � the antagonistic pole and charge between woman and man is as ancient, and as real, as the pole of attraction and complementarity. Hey, I wish everything was all gooshy peace and love, too. But it ain�t. In our DNA, we're still mostly jungle-rats with a tabasco-dash of divinity. Gender-war was the first war of humanity, and will be its last, and the free men of North America must realize quickly that they are in a very real fight, of both mythic and immediate import. The creeping totalitarianism of the neo-Matriarky is composed of both female and male elements, with �men� serving as tyrannos to oppress their brethren. Replacing the current corrupt crew with a new corrupt crew is less than useless. It�s insane. And it�s not the way of strong men. Like it or not, me droogies, Tet has come. Let�s cease the ego-promenades, shall we? Let�s lay off the empire-building, at least long enough to free one another. The Movement has all the tools and people it needs to succeed. Use or lose. Neil Young, one of my favorites, once sang: �Leftin� and a-Rightin�/it�s not a crime, you know.� You�re a great songwriter, Neil, but stick to power licks. While you were smoking dope and strutting across stages, I was working IN politics. Confronting, and overcoming, the Matriarky is not for wimps, nor for self-promoting salesmen. This Wheel�s on fire. There�s no time left for preening and silly games of �keep away.� I don�t need your organization, I�ve shined your shoes I�ve moved your mountains and marked your cards but Eden is burning Either get ready for elimination or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guard "Changing of the Guard" (Bob Dylan) The smarmy back-room stuff has gotta go, boys. I know you're tired of hearing it. But I'm a lot more tired of saying it. It ain't about politics and ideology this time. It ain't about you and your buddies. You need all the help you can get. I know you don't like that. But you Righties are always yakking about "facing reality." Well, that's Reality. Time to poot the crapola from our internal system, fellow activists. Time to do our business, get off the pot, and flush the Matriarky out across the septic drain-field, so some healthy new crops can grow. And oh! what a RELIEF that shall be. |
| Part Eight of Nine |
| Men: The Constipated Movement |