Listen up, White Man: J.J. Abrams hates you. He relishes the thought of your extinction as he looks forward to a multi-culti matriarchy where instead of studying math and sciences, everyone sits around discussing their feelings. As for you, Black Man, he doesn’t want your extinction – you get to prance about doing monkey shine, so long as you obey your white, feminist overlords.

Paying money to see his film is the equivalent of auto-castration.

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This entire film is metaphorical for affirmative action, both the direct and indirect forms. Women in today’s society graduate High School endowed with physical beauty, they enter a work environment with pro-female hiring quotas, they enjoy financial subsidies for schooling, are less likely to be harassed by the legal system, and the culture at large believes them to be naturally virtuous, hard working, and intelligent – furthermore society is as primed with a cachet of excuses for any and all short falls. Failed at school? Broke the law? Gave birth to a bastard? Men are to blame!

Meanwhile the boys who were raised beside her have been deliberately held back. Masculine behaviour was patholigized, and ritalin administered. They are presumed rapists from birth, and feminist lectures were given. They’ve been conspiring to hold women down because of their fragile, male egos, and while women’s-only spaces are an absolute must, masculine initiation and mentorship is exclusionary and evil.

The twisted reality fostered by such Hollywood films sickens me; movies are dreams, they reach deep inside of you, programming a new reality. While most storytelling comes from a place of truth, informing one of virtue and courage, this particular film has been designed to teach you lies.

The reality is that civilization is a result of men’s labour – technological progress has come from men’s inventions – even social advancement has come from men of great wisdom. The occasional female inventor or philosopher is thrown up to deny the truth of this, but even then you find that they are always – without exception – submissive towards masculinity. Jane Austin called out the petty, prideful ways of polite society (and women in particular) because she longed for the true leadership and masculinity of her beau, who’d been lost at sea. Madame Curie advanced science, because she so admired her husband the scientist and wanted to become like him. Even Ayn Rand delineated her philosophy of Objectivism as an attempt to understand masculinity, and knew perfectly well that no woman should ever be president.

Feminists have never – and will never – accomplish anything of worth, because they reject the masculine principle; the women of the greatest accomplishments are those who’ve submitted to it. J.J. Abrams preternatural fantasies about female superiors are nothing more than the symptoms of a boy whose development was arrested at an early stage. He longs for the safety of mommy’s apron strings, the pre-sexual intimacy of suckling at a milky teat, and a warm nest to protect him from the rough games the boys outside are playing. The masculine terrifies him so he denigrates father figures, while recreating the stories from his childhood.

Disney is the perfect home for him; a corporation that guarantees his safety, while monitoring and adjusting his behaviour whenever he steps out of line.

Women bleed on the birthing bed, while men bleed on the battlefield; that is the nature of the species Man. The delusions of broken boys like Abrams can’t change that – they can only pervert it. His world of gender-fluidity sells itself as freedom, but it is anything but; what he sells you is slavery, to your lusts, to your hungers, to your weaknesses, to the governments and to the corporations. True freedom, true individuality, comes when men pursue a truth higher than themselves, and women pursue the masculine truth that is higher than the feminine. These men and women are smiling, beautiful, confident, and strong because they obey a truth bigger than they are; those who follow whatever folly their hearts can conjure up are invariably ugly and wretched. It isn’t culture that creates man and woman – it is man and woman who create culture.

Star Wars: The Force Awakens is a perfect summation of the sickness infesting our civilization, a sickness which can only be cured by individuals devoting themselves to a higher cause. It’s time for all of us to find something worth living for, and to cast down the broken people who are held forth as idols.