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.


When cultural norms change in a manner that creates widespread misery and frustration, things are thrown radically off balance. When a large portion of the male population go ignored by women whilst a small coterie of high-status men are permitted or even encouraged to form harems, with the approval of the self-appointed cultural guardians, social engineers, and even well-heeled, high-profile feminist spokeswomen (see Sheryl Sandberg’s infamous “date the bad boys” advice to young women), disharmony between the sexes is certain to grow and spread like a ferociously malicious malignancy. Such a society, i.e., ours, has an exceedingly dicey and dubious future.

Thus those who go on storing assumed social credit and racking up perceived virtue-signaling points by engaging in incel-baiting are only hastening the fearful demise of all that they hold dear and take for granted. As hope dissipates, and the typical male experience ever more closely resembles an unforgiving hellscape of rejection and repeated humiliation, an ever-increasing number of men will come to believe that, in the words of one polemicist, they have “nothing to lose but their chains,” and will thenceafterward see fit to give reign to whatever antisocial behavior strikes their fancy. 

Contemporary Western society thus has a vested interest in taking the IQ (that is, the “incel question”) seriously, in order that solutions may be found and an impending disaster averted. 

However, this publication is not addressed to “society,” nor geared towards those who presume to set societal trends. For such as these, the “opinion shapers,” I in fact have no interest in seeking counsel, but only scathing, strident, and untrammeled contempt. 

I firmly hold, in fact, that those who flung the West into the chaos in which it is currently engulfed by spearheading and relentlessly pushing the “sexual revolution” deserve no fate better than the noose, the guillotine, or the firing squad. Whether these wretches ultimately wind up hanged, beheaded, or riddled with bullets by force of lawful decree or by the efforts of righteous vigilantes in fact little concerns me. 

No, I most resolutely do not speak to the would-be “guardians,” whose abdication of protection of the innocent has allowed a plague of corruption worse than death and more rotten than damnation into our midst. But then neither do I address those of the populace who have been brain-drained by vapid sensuality and pustulant degradation, who gorge themselves freely in the dubious fruits of materialistic abandon and self-indulgence, little noticing or caring that they are being steered into an oblivion of dulled intellect and a slavery of habituated bestiality. 

In short, I have no interest in addressing either the brainwashers or the brainwashed.

Instead, I mean to engage with those who are actually aware of the crisis, not as some disembodied “news” event, taking place at a comfortable distance from themselves, but rather, who apprehend the crisis on an intensely personal basis, much like a prisoner knows the torment of the cell he is forced to inhabit day and night.

To be sure, this unwanted reality hits us all in different ways at various times. It strikes at the flesh of our souls with lashes both forceful and fearfully subtle, leaving wounds as actual as they are invisible.