I do not know whether to be amused or disgusted by the boyosphere making repeated tweets and comments at Shoe0nhead and JJTalkz. One thing is clear, however. That the boyosphere whinges 24-7 about internet celebs half their age indicates how low and pathetic they actually are, as if the maximum leader of the boyosphere's whiny, Oregon militia-style conspiracy theory filled, clearly manic 6, February 2016 press conference (detailed in this entry) had not already embarrassed that doomsday cult out of the realm of credibility.
Looking at the twitter feeds and podcasts of the boyosphere substantiates the assertion that they are a doomsday cult. They take things like Ferguson, Baltimore and the Köln Saint Sylvester's Day night rapes as three more proofs that "the sky is falling. Ferguson, Baltimore and the Köln Saint Sylvester Day night rapes are very much causes for concern. That being said, Ferguson, Baltimore, Rotherham and the Köln rapes are nowhere near the level of the thousands of Germans killed in 1919-1923 by the warring Reds and Freikorps of the early Weimar Republic, nor are they anywhere near the level of the over a thousand Hungarians killed during the Red and White terrors of 1919-1923, nor do they even come close to the over thirty thousand Finns killed in the Red and White Terrors of the Finnish Civil War, to say nothing of how Ferguson, Baltimore and Köln pale in comparison to the voluminous bloody red of neighbour-on-neighbour violence in South Carolina during the Revolution and along the Kansas-Missouri Border before and during the Civil War. That the boyosphere hypes up Ferguson, Baltimore, Rotherham and Köln as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse only indicates how truly sheltered the boyosphere are, both as individuals and as citizens of a country and a West whose history is an order of magnitude bloodier than its present.
The biggest giveaway that the boyosphere are a pathetic lot of flat-earthers is the fact that they worship the crapfest known as The Matrix--the fifth rate sci-fi filim filled with "only in Hollywood" kung fu/broken ejector firing poses, including one wherein Canoe-nu Reeves has two revolvers, hammers cocked, thrust into his waistband, their barrels pointed directly at the family jewels. The boyosphere base their entire lives and worldview out of this cinematic ka-ka. Living your life according to The Matrix is tantamount to living your life according to Friends and Sex and The City. The boyosphere, in addition to being a ridiculous doomsday cult, are the male equivalent of Carrie Bradshaw. All their "how to" books on sex are basically rip-offs of Tariq Nasheed's books on Mackin', and this is not the only thing they have in common with Tariq Nasheed. On their social media they, just like Tariq, constantly make reference to Tommy Sotomayor, and use Sotomayorisms like "thirsty" (i.e. desperate for a little loving with anything with sufficient fur and two legs) and "SIMP" ("Suckers Idolising Mediocre [girl parts.]") And, as with Tariq Nasheed, you never hear their name come out of Tommy Sotomayor's mouth.
Now, since we are in an epoch of guilt by association and since Internet Page Three types will take me mentioning Tommy Sotomayor as me endorsing everything that Tommy Sotomayor says and does, let me issue this clarification. Yes, I do find Mr. Sotomayor's presentation style to be superb and appealing. I particularly like his ability to, like Jordan Owen, Jonathan Frid, Joan Bennett, Sir Kenneth Branagh, the Wooly Bumblebee, Richard Burton, Bernie Ecclestone and JJ Talkz, speak English without a detectable accent. I disagree with Mr. Sotomayor's central contention that boys growing up without a father is the reason said boys turned out to be problem elements. Alexander Hamilton grew up without a father. Andrew Jackson was orphaned in his early teens. Eddie Rickenbacker, Jimmy Doolittle, Charles Lindbergh and Bernie Ecclestone all had either distant fathers, or troubled-at-best relationships with their fathers. All of them turned out to be great men, with not a criminal to be found among them. So, while growing up without a father may contribute to boys becoming problem elements, it is insufficient as a complete explanation of why said boys become problem elements.
Let me likewise make clear exactly where I stand vis-à-vis Shoe0nhead and JJTalkz. I generally agree with the former and I generally disagree with the latter. Shoe0nhead's Noo Yawk accent, however, grates on my nerves while I find JJTalkz' lack of a detectable accent likeable. As regards the situation brought up on that other weekly stream, the one whose title includes an adjective that describes something found between 450-495nm and between 606-668THz on the colour spectrum, I do not have any particular attachments or antipathies one way or another. The object of the indaba is a well-known Council Estate Dweller who--gasp.shock.surprise!--behaves exactly like a Council Estate Dweller/extra from Lock, Stock and Smoking Barrels, the crapfest that inspired another boyosphere object of onanism Fight Club. That being said, the "evidence" brought up against said well-known Council Estate Dweller is so paltry that it would be laughed out of court...by Andry Vyshinsky, a jurist who was not particularly famous for a rigourous adherence to the rules of evidence.
Now that that is out of the way, let me turn to the boyosphere's pathetic whinging over Shoe0nhead and JJTalkz. The latter look to be college age (late teens/early twenties) and most of the boyosphere are pushing forty. If balding men pushing forty obsessing over women twenty years their junior is not pathetic, it is creepy. To be fair, Shoe0nhead, at one point, did criticise something the boyosphere put out there. When you put something out there, you subject it and yourself to criticism. I have been criticised both on Twitter and on the pro-free speech social media platform FreezePeach (which I encourage all pro-free speech people to join) for advocating realpolitik, instead of permanent, inveterate antipathies and passionate attachments, in foreign policies. It comes with the territory. Since I also openly support Glasgow Rangers, I get lots of nora-nora from Septic FC support. It too, comes with the territory.
How did the boyosphere react to Shoe0nhead's criticism? Did they do like Richard Dawkins did when some third wave social justice jihadists disinvited him from their coven and throw back a slick diss, then move on with their lives? NoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo! The boyosphere did exactly what they did when Thunderf00t and Sargon of Akkad disagreed with them. To every one of Shoe0nhead's tweets (and to JJTalkz's video), they hurled legions upon legions of responses--to someone who had stopped paying attention to them after the first exchange of tweets. This is not the behaviour of "men." It is the bevahiour of attention whores. That the boyosphere continues to do this simply further sinks whatever little credibility they had left after their maximum leader's extremely manic spewing of Oregon militia conspiracy theories in his 6, February 2016 presser.
Now, let me move on to something more pleasant, namely this beautifully done "Perspectives" stream by the Wooly Bumblebee and featuring Mikenna MacLachlan and next generation Mens' Rights Activist Spinosauruskin. (No Babbling Brooke on this one, but hey, it makes the SST's that much more worth looking forward to.)
Long story short, Wooly and Mr. Bumblebee were once involved with the Mens' Rights Movement. Several head honchos of the Mens' Rights Movements did not like Wooly calling a spade a spade and made false accusations against her. Wooly documented her side of the story here and here, while her accusers have yet to produce so much as a comma by way of counter-documentation. Spinosauruskin, by contrast, is not a member of that ganz kleiner Clique of MRM head honchos making all kinds of accusations against Wooly. He is actually more interested in the issues and goals than in fame. The stream ended quite positively, with Wooly warming up to the MRM again after that polite exchange. The point I want to comment on is when Wooly talked about possibly becoming an activist again.
I have my differences with Wooly and Mr. Bumblebee. That being said, I do respect them, one reason for this being that they are both parents which is most likely the toughest job known to humanity outside of being sent to the Ostfront (see Sven Hassel if this is the first time you came across the term "Ostfront.") Being a parent is akin to being an entrepreneur in that you are thinking and worrying 24-7. But it is also harder than being an entrepreneur. Having a child be sick, or injured or worse is something to which a net operating loss simply cannot be compared. I have lost many family members--to disease, to old age and to accidents--since I was in my twenties those Far Centuries ago. It is not something you ever "get over." It is something that is with you every day and every night. Especially at night when you sleep and you cannot control your thoughts. That is one of the most central reasons why I stopped doing "relationships" in my twenties and why I have never gone anywhere near the family thing.
Being a parent is also the point where reason shows its limits and where emotion shows its power. Reason tells you that there is only so much you can do to prepare and to prevent. Reason, in that regard, allays nothing. It is useless against the eternal worry, the eternal fear.
Part of that fear has a name today. That name is economic uncertainty. During the war, anti-Nazi German resister Helmuth James Graf von Moltke had a letter smuggled out to George Bell, Bishop of Chichester. In this letter, Graf von Moltke described conditions in Germany, specifically the conditions of German mothers. He said something along the lines of "the mother has no time to think of resisting. Her day starts with her waking before dawn to get in queues for bread and paper and for the doctor, and then returning home and worrying what to do because she does not have enough ration cards to feed her family well and to clothe them sufficiently. Her night is spent in sleeplessness worrying about this." 2016 North America, Britain, Europe and the ANZAC countries are not Germany during the war. Nevertheless, we--especially those among the "we" who are parents--live in a time where the assumptions of the pre-2007-2008 era are no longer valid and are, indeed, as long gone as the Raj and the Habsbourg Empire.
As well, as with parenting since the 1940's, parents today have to compete with outside influences in order to ensure that their kids turn out right. When I was a kid, those outside influences were comic books. When I was a teen, those outside influences were Grindhouse and Drive-In filims. When people of my age became parents, those outside influences became largely one thing, the Intar-Webs, and for parents of today, the outside influence that is the Intar-Webs has become social media, the bully, the seducer, the delinquent that does not stop when the kids come home. Comic books and Grindhouse/Drive-In filims of my youth were so manifestly removed from reality that we saw few ways to apply them in real life, and certainly not in front of our superiors. In addition to that, our superiors--parents, teachers, the Dominee--had so vehemently and thunderously forbade us from having anything to do with comic books and Grindhouse/Drive-In filims that we--having grown up with plenty of tales of secret missions from the likes of John Buchan on downwards--had the sense to not blab about our passion for comic books and Grindhouse/Drive-In filims in the presence of our superiors. The Intar-Webs and social media are nowhere near as taboo as were comic books and Grindhouse/Drive-In filims back in the day. Parents often engage with them too, so there is no overt and powerful hostility towards them emanating from the parental quarter, the teachers and the Dominee having long lost any influence on much of life in the West. This lack of open condemnation of the Intar-Webs and social media tacitly signals kids that these are acceptable and even banal. When people of my age became parents, this was a huge concern because the kids were technologically more adept than their parents. The current generation of parents, having grown up with the Intar-Webs, are more competent in this regard than were parents of my generation. Nevertheless, no one parent and no one binome of parents can overshadow all of the nefarious influences on the Intar-Webs and social media. Indeed, the trick of the third wave social justice jihadists is that they, as best exemplified by Gail Dines and Sarkeesian/Full McIntosh, know exactly how to communicate effectively, in a way that keeps their audience riveted. That is the third wave social justice jihadists' supreme advantage over stuffy old conservative professors who deliver orderly speeches in a manner that does not keep a firm grasp on the younglings' snouts.
If what they did on the Intar-Webs and social media was not bad enough, there is the problem of what the third wave social justice jihadists are doing to the academy. This is particularly worrisome for the parents of young boys, who the third wave social justice jihadists have branded as class enemies. How can parents send their sons to college in face of the fear that their son might well become the next Paul Nungesser in the third wave social justice jihadists' Yezhovschina? The only answer I have to this is for parents to encourage their sons to adopt a "keep it holstered" policy and treat campus as it was the workplace (HR generally frowns on workplace romances.) Going to college to study, eschewing the parties might get a young man branded as a nerd, but said young man will assuredly not be the first young man in history to go this route. One particular noteworthy young man who went this route, Erich Ludendorff, was later responsible for defeating a Russian army vastly larger than his own and regarded as a national hero, while his carousing classmates have largely been either unknown to or forgotten by history.
That, in words, is part of the immense burden of what being a good parent today entails. Since being a good parent today entails more energy than the combination of Russia, Iran and Saudi Arabia can provide, I say that being a good parent today itself is a form of activism. For parents like Wooly and Mr. Bumblebee and Babbling Brooke who do, in a manner that is nothing short of miraculous, find the time and energy resources to maintain a force-in-being for freedom of speech on social media, that is a bonus. But doing your level best against insuperable odds to see to it that your kids turn out halfway right--not as identical copies of yourself, since the world we grew up in, the world before the Intar-Webs, 9/11 and 2007-2008 is as irretrievably gone as the world that existed before 28, July 1914--but just halfway right for this day and age is, not only activism, but also a most powerful form of activism. It is well known that the third wave social justice jihadists have now successfully brought their Yezhovschina to Twitter and YouTube, which means that Tweets and YouTube videos can now disappear as swiftly and nonchalantly as a commissar in disfavour. Your kids cannot be that easily disappeared. If you leave enough of the essence of you in them, your kids will be a far more enduring legacy than Tweets, videos and marches.