My basic thesis regarding the future consequences of the War of the Sexes involves a huge swathe of western society being effected by a 'wave of revenge' by the people most displaced, reviled and slandered, marginalised and rejected by its edicts; the average guy! When unemployment is rife and entire categories of guys have been displaced economically and socially something has to change.
For years I've been trying to alert the ladies to what is likely to happen once their bubble has burst. But "I'm not listening! I'm not listening!" You patriarchal Pig!" is what I hear in return.
Unfortunately they seem so high on their victories, so simultaneously convinced of both their victim status and the limitless possibilities of dumping men, that Girls Can Do Anything! and Boys Stink. It's a feminist future. The End of Men. Yeah yeah!
But don't ask where those redundant men go to. I know they aren't allowed to kill us, yet, so maybe the redundant men will just disappear?
So now we have females 'dominating' society through every means possible. Capitalism has been recharged by cheap, flexible female labour.
Many blue collar industries have crashed, and so it should be, but many of those workers, the average guys, have suffered in many ways for the restructuring of the economy. But no-one cares. They've been taught not to care, and the money's good in the air-conditioned office.
In the classic 'other' scenario, the men who built the world we live in have been turned into bad guys. Men are this bad. Men are that bad. But men without jobs are another lower form of life because no-money comes soon after. All bad and no good. The men who's futures have been cut short by technological re-structuring and didn't go for an IT degree.
So here is an imagined story, about all those shunned and 'forgotten' average guys which I'm sure some not-yet or in-the-process-of-being shunned men will also relate to. Don't be a Dumpty, it's not your fault the factory closed and the government blames you for all that is bad about Australia. We live in Australia and new opportunities are many.
RF14.
"Fire is the key", chortled Duncan. "We can set this place so much alight". He'd become assured of that by watching the riots on BBC. Fire spreads exponentientially.
"If every one of them had been carrying a bottle of juice and a lighter the cops and the firies would never have caught up to them.
Fire is the key."
Yeh, fire IS the key.
If you look along this major road" he said loudly, referring to a laminated aerial poster, "You'll see that on the entire far side the houses are all weatherboard with bushy gardens so they are susceptible to arson. We have many open doorways, lots of old timber, plenty of parked cars. A dozen fire twins could get the whole suburb burning within minutes, especially when the hot summer night causes the southerly wind to pick up with the bright full moon.
Within 15 minutes the same teams could be lighting up Bondi while others set fire to Paddington and even the main street of Kings Cross if we wanted to. No-one expects it.
Sounds like a plan! But we don't want any of the guys caught.
At the same time I've organised for fire teams to be in every train coming into Wynyard. They each go 3 stops and then ignite their 'wine cask' as wildly as possible. That should melt the make-up off a few of those faces and keep the emergency teams trying to get to too many places and too many cases. They'll be screwed and suddenly their bloated command structures full of affirmative-action incompetents will paralyse their response.
By this time there will be chaos in large parts of Sydney. People will want answers but they won't get any. What is happening? The psychological edge which will prove conclusive later.
That is the time for us to appear on internet screens stating our aims.
This is the point most important for recruiting the men. We have to give them a message so true and obvious that they get off their arses and join us. They've got to toss that bitch cause it is time to take retribution.
"And what of the people who say it is just a pipe-dream, that not enough men will join you. That too many are on the breast. Too dependent." asked the journalist.
Oh yeah? Don't be so sure about that. I believe in the power of nature. Only a few hundred thousand years ago we were definitely animals. Sex was what we now call rape.
This thin veneer of civilisation is what the fems have been breaking down, so lets go the rest out of the way to show them what it is, that's underneath.
We are human, but we are animals! So we are mad!
Chaos will grow to explode at the particular point. With that new software we could pinpoint the action and direct the killer blows! Drones til you drop.
Get the traffic burning, early peak hour next morning. Have the vehicles in place, co-ordinate the breakdowns, and hopefully get the support vehicles as well. Those long lines of burning vehicles will be alarming and let people know what's happening is serious. Thousands of burnt vehicles block the freeways. All electricity off. Suggest they give up but know they won't.
And so it went.
The flaming rail ring was a bonus, as were the fuel pipes, but I figured at that point they'd still be unaware of our existence so every instant before they did was worth a dozendozen after.Then the onslaught needs to be intensified, without revealing the source. Infected money spread from the tops of buildings.
Big Bosses daughters first baby christening with tuxedoed youngsters spraying water pistols full of acid.
Esky leakers sent out into the thickest crowd to start stampedes, send toward corners and tunnels.
AIDS and ebola suicide bombers. No-one realised until autopsy tomorrow.
cable between two bridges railway to pull them down or at least out of line. action.
Airport hit by forty dozers.
People start to leave so shoot a few in the thigh. easy shot. sends a message.
Drone attack transmission towers, all TV radio off, phone, internet off.
Not trying to take the place over. Trying to cause it to disintegrate. Cities are like cesspools, like carbuncles on the face of Earth. Poisonous, polluting, prisons of penury controlled by cyborgs.
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