the mangina plague

One of the most distressing, and disgusting, features of modern life is the male feminist. The level of self-loathing necessary to be a male feminist seems only to be found among white European men.

The big question is, what do these loathsome half-men get out of the deal? Do they really imagine that their pathetic grovelling is going to persuade a feminist harpy to give them regular sex? Perhaps they just enjoy being humiliated. Perhaps there really has been a precipitous decline in testosterone levels in the West.

Male feminists seem to be worryingly common among Christians. Although this is probably not surprising, given that Christianity’s surrender to feminism has been total. Christian manginas probably aren’t too concerned that their ritual self-abasement is unlikely to get them sex since they probably don’t think they’re worthy of sex anyway. Christians today seem more intent on worshipping women than God.

Superficially it’s easier to understand why women are happy with the situation. A mangina can be relied upon to pay the bills and be obedient and docile and he doesn’t even need to be rewarded. Just an occasional pat on the head is enough. Male feminists are like dogs but they’re better because dogs don’t support you financially.

But it doesn’t really work for women because the truth is that women are revolted by the idea of having sex with manginas. Feminism has succeeded in emasculating men but emasculated men don’t turn women on.

The mangina plague is bad enough but the sad truth is that there’s a little bit of mangina in all western men these days. Even men who think they’ve been red-pilled have often internalised an enormous amount of feminist propaganda. The worst thing is that men aren’t even conscious of this. We’ve been so successfully brainwashed that we don’t know we’ve been brainwashed.