When I was a child in elementary school, a three legged dog followed my sister and I in the morning one day on our walk to school. We felt pity for the dog, but we did not dare to touch it. We could have turned around and led it back home, putting the dog in our backyard to keep it safe until we were out of school and our parents returned from work. Instead, we let the dog follow us on to the school campus, knowing full well that the teacher who claimed it could call animal control and then the dog would likely be shuffled through a series of cages before being put down. Our parents would likely have not wanted a crippled stray dog on top of the two dogs we already had, and the possibility of it running away again in the future tarnished the idea of taking it in. Our dogs have always been loved and loyal, but the three-legged dog was damaged goods, there would be no guarantee that it could be rehabilitated.

Feminism is a crippled animal compared to traditional patriarchy. It is under the guise that it stands on its own, when in reality it relies on the very foundations that patriarchy built. When a feminist society is put to the test, it will predictably hobble along, pathetically trying to keep the pace set by the enlightened world builders of our past. When dealing with feminism, we may hope for the best, just as I hoped for that crippled dog to find its way back to its home, but any problems that arise from it will be kicked down the road to become someone else’s problem. The hemorrhaging of society caused by feminism cannot be undone. It may be propped up, just as the dog could be fitted with an artificial limb, but it will never function as it once did before it was maimed. Men may prop it up with taxes, or the government may prop it up with a bachelor tax, or the media may prop it up with censorship, but it can only delay, not repair.

Just as the crippled dog exudes weakness and vulnerability to the pack, a feminist society signals to the world that it is defenseless and defeated. A moral man may care for that crippled dog despite its weaknesses, but morality is truly tested when contrasted against practicality. Should that man become the guardian to the dog in harsh times, suffer for his morality and then express his woe, he is a weak man. If a man today wants to support and defend his society without addressing the gynocentric cancer rotting away at its core, I wish him the best of luck. If he should fail in his goal and shift the blame to anyone but himself, he is a fool and a fraud. A smart man would let the cripple hobble on and prepare his nest for a more wholesome and well-equipped alternative.

Removing morality entirely is dangerous and I do not recommend it, but comparing the morality of what you would want to happen versus what needs to happen for the best results is a practice that will provide the opportunities for you to exercise that morality. We can’t help all the crippled dogs, but we can help more when we are in a position of strength and abundance. If I were an older man with my own house, I could have taken in that dog without needing to ask permission and on the sole basis of entertaining my morality. I crossed paths with that dog at the wrong time, and there were less options available as a young child versus a developed man. Helping a feminist society is too costly for a man, and if he truly has an altruistic desire to help, he would be most useful after the collapse of the society, not being taken down with it.