Cult Smashers: Part Eleven

Chapter Four

Stephen Jeffries had never been very successful in his love-life and never could understand why. At least until now. He’d finally found out the truth on a discussion board he found on MeWe. Most of the posters seemed to be having all the same problems he did. But instead of blaming themselves for what was happening, they pointed out the real reasons why girls didn’t want anything to do with him. It was because of the way women are genetically programmed to be attracted to a fairly rare specific type of man---the spectacularly good-looking “Chads”.

This didn’t use to be a problem until the feminists---”femoids”---took over and changed the rules. Ordinary women---”Beckies”---used to “settle” for guys like him---”betas”---because they needed a man to support them and their children. And betas like Stephen were happy to settle with Beckies because it allowed them to have a stable sex life. But once single women were able to get jobs and support themselves and their children, all this got screwed up. Even if a woman wasn’t really all that attractive (those types of women were called “Stacies”---they only mated with Chads), the Beckies knew that once in a while the odd, over-sexed Chad would have sex with them. Then they could get pregnant and potentially raise much better “quality” children and never have to waste any attention on betas---like Stephan. It wasn’t especially difficult to figure out, it was simply Darwinian sexual selection in operation.

That left guys like Jeffries in the cold. He still had a really strong sex drive---but a beta like him could never have sex with a Stacie, which was OK. But since women’s lib, he had to admit that now he also had about zero chance finding a Becky to live with. He was doomed to be an involuntary celibate or an “Incel”. He was nothing more than a second-rate by-product of evolution. All he could ever expect from life was to be a left-over, a worker drone; not much good for anything except toiling away at a crappy job until he died---frustrated, angry, and, irrelevant.

It had been hard to take. That’s why they called learning this "being black pilled”. But it was still better than constantly banging your head against the brick wall of biology. And now, for the first time in his life, he felt part of a community of like-minded people: guys who really understood what it was like to be Stephen Jeffries.

Then he’d been really excited when he got a private message inviting him to the special Telegram group for people “who really get it”. That’s where he found out that he could be just as successful as any Chad---if he just redefined what it means to be “successful”. That’s where he heard about the idea of becoming a “Saint”. This involved orienting your life from one of “fitting in” and having a “normal life” to going beyond all that and adopting the heroic creed of the Vikings. They said that all life really should be about is being remembered.

The first time he’d heard that poem from the Icelandic Sagas, it had struck like a bolt out of the blue. He immediately made the point of memorizing it and it became the mantra that gave meaning to his life.

Cattle die,

friends die,

and the same with you;

but I know of something that never dies

and that's a dead person's deeds.

Stephen realized then that while he could never be a Chad, he could be a Saint---or “Supreme Gentlemen”---like Alek Menassian or Elliot Rodger.

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Moreover I say unto you, the Climate Emergency must be dealt with!