The post modern male is now told by virtually all the media he consumes that he is a condemned villain. If he comes from the storied soil of western civilization he is lambasted with guilt in constant belches of incessant noise and verbal diarrhea of slandering crimes he never committed in times his weak ass was never born.
Still the modern male sucks down the grotesque concoction of media poison chock full of malignant parasites until the will to power is slowly leeched out of his veins as if hooked to the tubes of a mad man’s deranged experiments.
He just wants to live with no issues. He wants to get along.
The chump marking predilection for safety is what leads him forgetfully down the piss weak path of a life that falls for anything, consumes everything and dies for nothing.
Not until every drop of vigorous testosterone is enervated from his frumpy body and every stirring desire of proud dissent is systematically eliminated is he allowed to die a disgusting, androgynous, absolute bitch.
Tarred, feathered and pathetically humiliated he scampers away like a headless chicken from any looming confrontation while the hordes of violent tribes and murderous death cults are spitting on him, hurling venomous indictments at his pallid face.
His final day is coming shortly.
The bone chillingly heartless reality of a savage world with hateful spears arrayed against him is beating down his motherfucking door.
It’s time you stop trying to be friends with everyone and start preparing for the enemies at the gates.
Do not wish to become famous. Your true destiny is INFAMY.
By embracing the villain archetype you become immune to slander.
Racist, bigot, homophobe, blah blah ad nauseam have no meaning anymore. You are the fucking bad guy, this is to be expected.
With open arms welcome into your mind the profound realization that no matter how eager your pitiful pandering and wretched the despicable self abasement you proudly squeal, your enemies and loved ones revile you all the more. Though they hypocritically profess with boundless enthusiasm this is not true, everyone despises a weak man.
Stop chasing validation and start living like a savage.
If you want to survive you must retrain your mind to gain the psychopathic insight of a new worldview. Simply put this is the detached, unemotional acceptance of truth.
That you are not a special fucking snowflake and dark rivers course inexorably wild down the winding human heart.
Survival is the most powerful desire that beats in your heart. Harness it with the superior aura of an infamous villain. Engage in relentless improvement so that all can see the insolent character you project is not the tedious act of a convincing clown but the unconscious emanation of a man who has become frighteningly dangerous.
To become powerful in today’s moral sewer means a complete rejection of everything consumed which is poisoning your masculine soul.
This is tantamount to nearly everything in the culture of the U.S.A. and Western Europe at this moment. When you finally spit out the filth a new man will be born.
A man that know’s who his enemies are.
When you look around and all you fucking see are disgusting iron rings protruding from the trailer wide snouts of glutted piglets shamelessly sporting neon hair with body parts resembling the vandalized walls of some inner city shit hole. Sickly turds appearing like the twisted spawn of justin bieber and caitlyn jenner, wearing spandex tight, ball inverting jeans glued to some teeny weeny legs, prancing around with flabby arms, and emotional problems.
Seriously folks, you gotta ask yourself one god damn thing.
Is this shit really worth saving?
You can decide for yourself but if you aren’t on board then it’s time to run along. In this glorious bastion of enduring masculine essence we hold the Sword of Truth.
We are gonna cleave that bitch right through your motherfucking skulls.
So shape up or SHIP THE FUCK OUT.
We do not suffer fools here and we are not nice people. We are villains.
The Hunger drives us forward on hellish wheels of flame guided by the wild eyes of maniacal capability. With nothing to lose and zero fucks to give we will not stop until every piece of shit weakling is excised by our holy fire.
Like a resurrected Inquisitor of Old we will burn away all the noxious lies and leave the heretics of Truth and Beauty to the hideously deformed and pathetically crippled world they’ve been gushing for.
We will smile as their garbage pale of a home quickly burns down and we can begin a better more righteous life possessed by illustrious strength and breathtaking beauty.
Until that time embrace the power of being the most infamous Shit Lord Villain this defective cadre of evolutionary dead ends has ever seen. Train your mind with visualization.
Train your body to LUST for combat.
Make your churning rage the brooding menace of a sleeping dragon that no one dares wake.
Terrifyingly punish transgressors of your laws with such rigorous and endless commitment that every living creature reverently hold it’s head to the floor and feet tread desperately soft in your penetratingly dreadful presence.
Through this dark and hidden training you will become like a force of nature, a law unto yourself. That will be the divine moment when you manifest the Will of Heaven.
Don’t be the hero everyone says they need.
BE THE VILLAIN THEY DESERVE.
Join this tribe of treacherous savages. It is going to be one hell of a ride.