The Phallus of Kharhorin

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To replicate what Rodger did is known as “going ER.” After last week’s attack, several anonymous incel posters praised Minassian’s act of going ER, since it was even deadlier than Rodger’s:

I hope this guy wrote a manifesto because he could be our next new saint.

As someone who visited Toronto at the beginning of the month, I can see how a man from that city could be driven to kill a bunch of people like that. The women up there are HORRIBLE—even the ethnic women. It would brighten my day if the majority of the victims were young cunts like the ones that I encountered on my trip.

The murder of our enemies will of course be praised. It’s rational.

Us incels spend most of our time inside, there’s no way we would ever be victims of an attack. But normies [average people] must now live with fear for the rest of their lives, they can’t go to school, the mall, or on a date without having to fear another incel attack. And they should fear it, this is what happens when you leave us without any love or companionship.

Gentlemen, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there is no constitutional right to get laid.

It’s impossible to gauge what quotient of self-identified incels are so cancerously bitter at women that they encourage murderous rampages such as Elliot Rodger’s. But focusing on the ultraviolent freaks only serves to obscure the deeply sad fact that many young men out there feel that there is no place for them in this world—and certainly no empathy. If they dare to make a peep about the fact that many modern women are shallow, hateful, status-seeking, promiscuous whores, they are swatted down as misogynists, facts be damned. They know that there is zero sympathy in this culture for unsuccessful males and that if they dare to complain, they will immediately be slandered as another frightfully creepy Elliot Rodger in the making.

They inhabit a world where there’s an anti-bullying advocacy group for every loser on the planet except white males—especially ones who can’t get laid.

In that case—and that case alone—those creepy, ugly, rapists-in-training deserve all the disdain they receive. Let their lonely hearts bleed for the rest of their lives while everyone laughs.

And still they wonder why every few years, one of them snaps.