There’s a lot of anger in those feminists. It reminds me of what Scot M Peck pointed out in Dante’s Inferno (apparently a painting of some artists representation and I don’t know who painted, but it’s famous). There’s a man in hell how’s gnawing on his own ankle. He has this look on his face, a look of maybe judgement and anger. He has nothing to hate so he gnaws his own ankle.
Hell is considered a place of psychology, that is where you torture yourself through your own silly rebellion. You hate God and refuse to repent because you expect him to do things your way. That’s what Dante’s Inferno is about. The torture is self-inflicted. C.S. Lewis states that he imagines hell to be locked from the inside. People don’t want to leave. A Russian theologian said this:
There was a woman in hell. She was miserable and she called out to St. Peter to make a claim she does not belong. St. Peter says that she does, according to his book. She said that she was a good person and insisted that he let her out. He challenges her to name one good thing about that she has done and he’ll let her out. She said that she fed a homeless man. St. Peter looks through his book of all the things ever done (NSA’s database?) and found the event.
Turns out she only fed a small, wilted carrot. He says to her, “It was only a small wilted carrot, but OK, it is a good dead. You can come up.” He takes that carrot (because this is the afterlife so things like this can happen), ties a string to it. He lowers it down to hell for her to grab. She grabs and holds on.
St. Peter pulls the string up. However, as she begins to rise other people in hell (since all want out) grab onto her. She begins carrying multiple bodies and struggles. The weight becomes too much.
She says, “Let go, this is MY carrot!”
Just then the string snaps, and she falls back into hell with her carrot.
This kind of hatred we see from the feminists is something special, a dark kind of special. Deep in their hearts festers an evil, an unholy hatred.
In Dante’s Inferno where you can see that man with his ankle in his mouth, you could imagine walking up to him and telling him he’s gnawing on his own ankle. You’d wonder why he’s depicted like this in the painting. You’d wonder why in all of hell he considers this to be worthwhile in all of eternity. So, should you tell him, he would get angry with you and scorn you. How dare someone like you should tell him that he’s just gnawing on his own ankle? If you understand his life story and what he has done for people you’d see. He creates his own pain, which makes him so angry, and then he repeats the same cycle. He refuses to stop and think about why he’s so miserable, and will not listen when told.
What originally happened in life no longer matters since his hatred is perpetual, existing only because it exists. He’s blind to see.
Inasmuch as he creates his own hatred and expect people to cater to it, so these feminist create their own hatred. Should you dare point out that their hatred is only self-inflicted, and they’re their primary victims you telling them to take that ankle out of their mouths. They don’t want to see this. They’re in love with their hatred.
What I see in MGTOW is just to walk. It’s withdrawal. Instead of putting up a fight, we take our feet out of our mouths and put greasy nasty delicious fried foods, and wash it down with frothy beers. We pass out from our oral debaucheries satisfied.
Such is life in hell that these feminists be. Should we witness to them we will invite their wrath, which finally has a place to go. Should we watch sadistically as they torment themselves? We should just leave them be. They’ve made their choice and we’ve made ours.
Helen be Damned 4 years, 7 months ago.
