A Cautionary Tale
It’s story time, kiddies. True story time. This one actually happened to a man I personally know. In fact, he’s dating one of my wife’s family members. Details are intentionally kept somewhat vague to protect identities, but every word I’m about to write is true.
Let’s call our protagonist “John.” I met Joe late last year, roughly around holiday season when he began dating a family member – let’s call her “Jane.” John and Jane are in their 50s, although John is enough older than Jane for it to be worth of comment (half a decade, approximately).
Jane, as much as I hate to trash talk family, is pretty much a typical 50 year old American Princess. She’s been married 4 times (in fairness, one of them – I believe actually the first – ended when her husband died in a car accident; still). She’s bipolar (and I’m the first to talk about over-diagnosed psychological issues, but OMG is she bipolar). She has two children, one in high school and one in college. Her son, the one now in high school, recently chose to move out of her place and move back in with his father – more or less just because she’s unstable. She recently sold her trailer and all her worldly possessions and moved into a house owned by her father, for which she is currently paying no rent, no utilities, etc – despite now having a stable 40-hour a week job again. I believe – though I’m not certain – that at least once in the past she has filed for bankruptcy.
Introduce John – the latest in a long run of typical modern serial relationships. My wife and I initially had a very poor reaction to John. John is, shall we say, very redneck. VERY redneck. John also drank way too much. The first few times we met him, he always had a beer in his hand, and several already in his belly. John is unemployed, and more or less living on permanent disability.
You see, a few years ago he was in an accident. A motorcycle accident. He was riding said motorcycle with a gun in one hand and a (half drained) bottle of whiskey in the other (guess where the other half was). On his way to kill his wife.
We heard this story within hours of meeting John. And my wife and I spent the evening (after we’d all gone our separate ways) asking, “Why exactly is Jane hooked up with this guy?” Now, thanks to Mystery, Roissy, and others we’re well aware of the answer; that was a pretty Alpha move on John’s part.
But I digress, because that’s not really the story. That’s just the setup. And an unfortunate setup, because the story because tragic as we get to know John better. You see, this is just about the only truly Alpha thing that John has ever done in his whole life.
John married his wife at the ripe old age of 19, for the most traditional of redneck reasons: he’d knocked her up. To his credit, he did what his culture told him he was supposed to do. He manned up, and took responsibility. He married the bitch (and as we’ll see, bitch is the only appropriate word), spawned a few more brats on her (sadly, brats is also the appropriate word), and went to work every day to take care of them.
At this point, any student of Roissy’s can see where this is going. John descended very quickly into AMC territory. However, his case was somewhat worse than normal. His kids were wild. John spent all his time at work (John is very blue collar, lower class; his income was never exactly high); he had no time to discipline the brats his wife had popped out. Apparently, neither did she. John would come home from work to find that his kids had peed on the floors, and that nothing had been done about it. It had not been cleaned. The kids were not disciplined. Nothing. This is, sadly, just one example of how dysfunctional his family was.
One day, John discovered that his wife had left him for another man. Oh, and she’d cleaned out his entire life savings (tens of thousands of dollars; no small amount to a man of his class) and taken it with her.
John snapped. And then we have the motorcycle story.
But the story’s not through. John woke up in the hospital to doctors telling him he’d never walk again. He also found himself discharged into his wife’s care, because they were not yet legally divorced. Rather than providing such care, she took all his furniture and belongings and essentially left him in an empty house to recover on his own.
Today, John walks just fine, but if he does more than small amounts of real manual labor he’s basically lying down for days afterward. John drinks a lot less, because Jane’s job now provides them with adequate income to pay for the prescription painkillers that are more appropriate medication for his back than beer. With less alcohol in his system, John is a different man.
Sadly, he is still a very beta man, and living with a very typical American Princess. Their relationship is rocky, and unlikely to stand the test of time. He wants to marry her. She’s a typical American Princess and doesn’t know what the fuck she wants.
John’s ex wife is in jail for selling drugs. His children are now grown and have dysfunctional families of their own.
In no way whatsoever do I condone John’s actions on the night of his accident. Morally and practically it was a poor response to the situation he found himself in. However, I have grown to have significant amount of respect for John as a man. He will be the absolute first to tell you that what he did was wrong – and he’s thankful for his accident, because, as he’ll tell you point blank, if he hadn’t had the accident his ex wife would be dead and he’d be in jail.
But I’m not writing this to tell you why I respect John. This post is labeled as a cautionary tale because every aspect of this story is predictable.
When you push women too hard, they resort to a handful of actions. They bitch and whine (sometimes we call this “protesting” or “demonstrating”). They get organized and form Movements (feminism, environmentalism, PTA). If things are truly bad, they deploy what is probably their strongest weapon: withholding sex (only works if the men of society are decent enough not to force the issue).
When you push a man too hard, people die. This is not a threat. It is not how I want the world to be. It is a simple statement of how the world is.
Our current system, as bad as it is, is not as bad as it could be. Although stories like John’s are on the rise, they are still the exception and not the rule. But as is often noted on places like the Spearhead, our system is now bad enough that we should expect stories like this to crop up. We should expect to hear stories like John’s.
And those who have brought this on should weep. Not just because they’ve caused it, not just because of the individual tragedies. They should weep because when we create enough John’s they will remake the world – and the world they bring will have no room in it for pretty feminist lies.
The rest of us should weep as well, because this world will in no way be superior to the one we live in.
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