THE LIBIDO AS LIABILITY

The following is a passage from Andy Nowicki's A Final Solution to the Incel Problem, now available in paperback and on Kindle.

The Master said:

Do you not know, distracted adept, that your libido is your worst liability?

FOR WHOM I WRITE

The following is a passage from Andy Nowicki's A Final Solution to the Incel Problem, now available in paperback and on Kindle.

A FINAL SOLUTION TO THE INCEL PROBLEM, NOW IN PAPERBACK

Andy Nowicki's latest work, A Final Solution to the Incel Problem, which was published in three serialized installments on Kindle, is now available in paperback in its entirety. 

A MAN-SIZED DILDO

The following passage is taken from Andy Nowicki's A Final Solution to the Incel Problem, Part 3: The Master Monk Speaks, now available on Kindle.

The Master said:

You forget, yet again.

You keep forgetting, distracted adept of mine!

Or rather, you don’t forget, because you never learn in the first place, thus removing even the possibility of forgetting, since a man can’t possibly forget what he never even knew.

ENFORCED INCELDOM

The following passage is taken from part 2 of Andy Nowicki's serialized work, A Final Solution to the Incel Question). 

Part 2 is now available for purchase on Kindle here. 

Part 1 may be purchased here.

Before there were “incels,” there were “losers,” “dorks,” and “nerds.”

Semantics are forever shifting. But has anything underlying language truly changed? 

In fact, yes, things have changed, and not for the better.

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.