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Anonymous Thu Mar 16 06:19:54 2023 No.21791570 [Reply] [Original]

Masculinity is incompatible with civilisation. Behind every set of male eyes lies a furnace. Grab the most humane, most liberal man you can find and show him footage of a military parade — huge columns of men bearing standards, marching in unison — and watch his eyes glaze over with obscene pleasure. Look how the blood rushes inside him. Like the sea pounding against the Trojan beachhead, mixing the splinters of broken ships with gore.

What are men? Warmongers, arsonists, sodomites, tyrants.
Everything that conquers. Everything that destroys. The bomber plane pilot, engaged in the aerial bombardment of a city at night, carbonising whole families, leaving red, festering wounds in the human ant hive below. Or some Mesopotamian warlord, fresh from the ransacked town where he has spent the afternoon obliterating the genes of his enemies. See how he emerges, gem-enriched and gold-encrusted, from the shattered city gates, his smiling face covered in soot, his broad back massaged by the puny thumping fists and heels of the boys and women he carries off for his private pleasure. That’s what a man is.

It is not just the destruction of others that the male animal craves, but the annihilation of himself. To plunge a sword into his own bowels and to watch the scarlet liquid drain out in long, spurting plumes — a libation for his death-spasms. To lose his individuality in the throngs of a crowd. To be hanged, martyred, cut to pieces by machine gun fire. Made low by circumstances. Spat upon. To wander like a hobo god over a ruined continent.

Imagine there is a long film reel that documents every hidden desire ever felt by men’s hearts. Let’s take a brief peek. Let’s sit down. We’ve entered somewhere in the middle of the picture. What do we see? A montage of horrors: trapped flesh wriggling desperately under a tickling hand. Blindfolded deserters attached to their stakes suddenly crumpling dead. Breasts mortified with hot irons in a dungeon. Cities wiped clean in a nuclear flash. Where is this dreadful picture playing? In some seedy underground theatre about to be raided by the police, surely? No. Wherever there is a line at the grocery store, the ballot box, the unemployment office.

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