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Training From America's Army Game Saved a Life
russoc4 writes "Most people who play the United States Army's freeware FPS sit through training simulations so that they may be able to get into the action and rack up some kills. The medic skills learned in the training allow you to heal teammates in the game, but it seems that they also apply in real life situations. According to Wired and the America's Army forums, 'a North Carolina man who saw an SUV flip and roll on a highway last November was able to provide medical aid to the victims with skills he learned from the America's Army.'" See? We learn things from videogames! Feign Death works sometimes, too.
Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.
It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the male has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of a large array of negative feelings -- hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt -- and moreover, he is aware of what he is and what he isn't.
Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piece, but instead is eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains is next to nothing; and third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.
Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining, if he's lucky, a barely perceptible physical feeling, the male is, nonetheless, obsessed with screwing; he'll swim through a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him. He'll screw a woman he despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and furthermore, pay for the opportunity. Why? Relieving physical tension isn't the answer, as masturbation suffices for that. It's not ego satisfaction; that doesn't explain screwing corpses and babies.
Completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathize or identify, and filled with a vast, pervasive, diffuse sexuality, the male is pyschically passive. He hates his passivity, so he projects it onto women, defines the make as active, then sets out to prove that he is (`prove that he is a Man'). His main means of attempting to prove it is screwing (Big Man with a Big Dick tearing off a Big Piece). Since he's attempting to prove an error, he must `prove' it again and again. Screwing, then, is a desperate compulsive, attempt to prove he's not passive, not a woman; but he is passive and does want to be a woman.
Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to complete himself, to become female. He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through an fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics -- emo
Dave Sim reincarnated as a woman. I wondered what he would sound like when writing one of his misogynist essays from a female perspective.
Kidding aside, and to be fair, I've met the guy you're describing. For some reason, he's the guy many young women seem to be attracted to. I met one woman who told me that her sexual fantasy was to be raped by a bike gang, (but one in which all the bikers looked like a young James Dean.) We all live lives where we deal with that kind of thinking, and probably a lot more than once. --I've listened to many girls describe hideous relationships with such men, and what can you say? "Don't get into a relationship with a jerk?" Seems obvious, but it goes ignored. You can't really stop people from doing what they do; people need to go through the lessons they need to go through, and they need to deal with their karma, so these experiences will happen again and again, and they will seem to describe the entire world for that person until the patterns are completed. It's not a bad thing, it just is.
In a larger realm of automatic living, where people are managed like cattle, the war of the sexes seems to me a very well crafted conundrum, designed to perpetuate divisiveness and sadness. I've seen the fallout; there's a whole street in a town I once lived where somebody built a co-op housing development designed largely to help out women who have come from bad relationships; single moms and such. I answered an ad for a house to rent and was invited to live in this community. My room mate and I would have been two of the only men in the whole development.
I really like co-op living, having spent a few years in a condo once set up that way, where each participant's "rent" was really a mortgage payment, and where everybody takes on various tasks needed to keep things running. --Sort of like one of those communes you described, but peopled by professionals and built in a rural setting. This particular community had been around for about ten years, and I was looking forward to it, but my room mate backed out at the last minute. I didn't want to carry the rent for a whole house, so I found another arrangement elsewhere in town.
Anyway. . , I was later told by several people that I'd dodged a bullet. --I didn't realize at the time that the co-op had been set up primarily for women. There were apparently horror stories of other men who had lived there briefly. It was a community of B&T's, I was told. That is, "Bitter and Twisted" women who had been hurt and who ate men alive through expressions of anger and manipulation and all kinds of other nasty stuff. I'm generally a trusting person and I like helping people, and I'm good with tools and such and I offered these qualities up when interviewed. "What will you bring to the co-op?" I was told later that I was too nice and naive and that I'd have been eaten for lunch by angry women looking to pass on the abuse to others. --I disagree completely with this; it's absolutely possible to be a giving person who doesn't take abuse; it's a mistake to confuse openness with weakness, but still. . , I could definitely see that there might have been some difficult challenges in living in such a community. But people who have been hurt, male or female, don't need to be judged. ("B&T"?? What a horrible label!)
Anyway, it seems to me that what you are describing is the human who is only half-formed. It happens in female bodies as well, though it manifests differently. People need to develop both sides of themselves; their male and female side, so that they do not need a partner to fill the void, so to speak. Males who think from the reptile brain and have not broken through their automatic thinking, and who have not woken up to their female side often do, in the most negative cases, manifest in the ways you describe. The description for the female version of the same thing is somewhat different, but it is similarly long and discouraging. One of the goals, I think, of the human experience is to achieve