WE ARE THE UNWANTED MEN

"We are God's unwanted children? So be it!"

(The following excerpt is taken from part one of Andy Nowicki's serialized publication, A FINAL SOLUTION TO THE INCEL PROBLEM, which may be purchased here.

Those in my position could very well call ourselves “born again incels.” 

Thus, when I address my message to the incel population, whose ranks, as I have observed, appear to be swelling, I am most emphatically NOT talking down to people whom I paternalistically wish to assist, as my progenitors ached to assist me when I was a gawky, dour-faced, acne-scarred lad. Instead, I speak with collegial regard to those who, like me, face a grim life of loneliness and rejection.

That is to say, we face such a life, unless we all—that is to say, dear reader, unless you and me alike—learn self-mastery. 

If we can acquire a means of circumventing our programming—that which inclines us inexorably to desire companionship, to long for the self-esteem that comes from basking in the affection and adulation of one of those creatures known etymologically for having been “taken out of man” (i.e. “wo-man”), and whose supposed role was ostensibly from the start to serve as a worthy helpmeet for man, in order that children could be nurtured and the human family could wholesomely thrive.

Such remains our programming (though we are not even metaphorically computers but rather the highest model of sentience, we nevertheless, like computers, have been endowed with programs, after a kind) that, in our more vulnerable moments, women can seem in fact truly wonderful to behold and immensely glorious to touch… the sweet viscerality of their fleshly reality and the marvel of their carnal presence would seem to make every accumulated burden, no matter how strenuous, completely worthwhile. Even laying down one’s own life, so that the woman in his life might be spared, seems like a noble and exalted consummation, devoutly to be wished.

Yet if man is engineered to desire a woman’s companionship, he is also, paradoxically enough, desirous for solitude, and for the inner peace which can only spring from the liberty brought by willed isolation.

One recalls a memorable scene in the movie “Fight Club,” in which Tyler Durden, a flamboyant cult leader of mysterious origins, harangues the film’s never-named protagonist, a timid everyman:

“Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers left us behind, what does that tell you about God? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, and never wanted you. In all probability, He HATES you… It isn’t the worst thing that could happen! We don’t need Him. We are God’s unwanted children? So be it! It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything!”        

Leaving aside the dodgy theology unveiled here, we can apply much of what Tyler Durden speaks of here to the IQ (incel question). The fact that Durden is essentially talking to himself in this scene, since we eventually discover that he is the unnamed protagonist’s alter-ego, makes his counsel even more apropos.

The incel population is currently swelling, much like the ranks of Tyler’s “Project Mayhem” army, as ever greater numbers of men find themselves rendered invisible due to the cruel and depraved ethos of our age.

We are the unwanted men? So be it! It’s only after we’ve been denied everything our programming teaches us to want for ourselves that we’re free to pursue self-mastery.

Such indeed is the final solution to the incel problem. Our current, dire state marks an opportunity to transcend the ranks of inceldom and obtain the full glory for which our souls were indeed created.