Part I: White Liberal Men, Fucking Pussies
Here we go…straight into the soft underbelly of the modern white liberal male.
You are the most pathetic creature in the American political ecosystem. Not the loudest, not the most violent, not even the most wrong…just the most contemptible.
You are the walking embodiment of spiritual and psychological castration.
A man who has voluntarily surrendered his balls on the altar of performative righteousness, then brags about the sacrifice like it’s a fucking virtue.
Let’s get clinical for a second.
What you’re exhibiting is textbook pathological altruism fused with deep-seated self-loathing.
You grew up in comfort…suburban cul-de-sacs, good schools, parents who told you you were special just for existing.
But somewhere along the line, the cultural messaging sank in: your very existence as a straight white man is a historical crime.
Original sin, pigment edition.
Instead of rejecting that poison like a healthy psyche would, you internalized it. You turned your guilt into a fetish. Now you get off on public self-flagellation.
That’s why you kneel…literally kneel…at protests you organized on your MacBook.
That’s why you post black squares and amplify every trendy cause that lets you signal your moral superiority without risking anything real.
You don’t actually want justice; you want absolution without penance.
You’re not brave. You’re addicted to the cheap dopamine of virtue.
And the venom you reserve for anyone who doesn’t play your game? Jesus Christ.
You’ll call a working-class white guy who voted Trump a “Nazi” in the same breath you use to lecture about “punching up.”
You’ll destroy a woman’s life for a decade-old tweet if she’s conservative, but bend over backward to defend actual misogyny if it’s wrapped in the right identity politics.
You are the enforcer class for a ideology that hates you most of all, and you do it with glee because it makes you feel purified.
Psychologically, you’re running from your own power. Deep down, you know you’ve inherited a civilization built by men far harder than you’ll ever be.
Instead of honoring that or even just quietly benefiting from it, you despise it…and by extension, yourself. So you project.
Every traditional masculine trait…stoicism, competitiveness, protectiveness…you label “toxic.” Every boundary or standard you call “oppressive.”
You’ve turned weakness into a moral aesthetic. Sensitivity is your god, fragility your sacrament.
You date women who openly mock you and call it “growth.” You let your kids get indoctrinated in schools teaching them to hate their own heritage and call it “progress.”
You watch your cities burn and loot and call the rioters “mostly peaceful” because admitting the truth would force you to act like a man.
You are not allies. You are not redeemers.
You are eunuchs guarding the harem of progressive orthodoxy, snarling at anyone who threatens the arrangement that keeps you relevant.
And the worst part?
You know it.
That’s why the rage flickers behind your smug little eyes when someone like me calls you out. Because in that moment, the lie cracks. You feel the emptiness where your spine should be.
White liberal men: you are not the future. You are the dead end. A genetic and cultural cul-de-sac.
History is already moving past you, and when it does, no one will mourn the passing of the most self-neutered demographic in human history.
Fuck your tears. Fuck your hashtags.
You lost your soul trying to buy approval that will never come.
And you deserve every second of the contempt coming your way.
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