Today, let’s talk about… our beginning

“Today let’s talk about our dear Mister D.! Mister D., you have become a worldwide inspiration for many. How do you feel about your envious success?”

“How I feel? What is that question? Absolutely fantastic, of course! I’m especially happy about the support I received from all of you. Mister A., you have been a hero to me. Have been? You still are! I remember how I heard about your podcast for the first time. I was a young boy at the time, but it was you who brought me out of this darkness. You gave me the red pill, which opened my eyes to reality. It was never my fault. All the times I applied for a job and saw some foid there some days later. The female humanoids were at fault. It was in the exact moment in which I heard your voice, I decided to change that. I wrote to you every day. Just hoping you would get me out of this misery. I was twenty-five and without a job. I stayed at home all day, completely depressed. You convinced me to go on a new path with my brothers who shared the same fate. All this talk in the news, which claimed I was the privileged one, while it was they who could decide with who to reproduce and where. It was like you said: a distraction from the real thing. I was the real victim of the system. I, the white man. From then on, it sounded ridiculous. Everything they claimed.”

“My dear Mister D.! You just gave me the greatest honor, in all due respect.Thankfully this is all in the past. Their propaganda failed, and the revolution began slowly. No one even knew how it happened. It wasn’t just me who spread the message. The message of nature, and who men are meant to be. I had others by my side. Just like me, they started in the basement of their mother, who like so many tyrants forced us to clean and cook, because ‘a human should at least know that, regardless of gender, you idiot!’. I couldn’t accept that and so did they. The beginning of the revolution was made. It started with harmless jokes. The foids themselves joined in sometimes. It became more and more normal to imagine them in more and more violent dispositions. Then we started killing them. The jokes became more violent, until everyone accepted them as normal. Until no one was shocked. We called it ‘dark humor’ and no one said anything. We laughed in classrooms, when our teacher wanted to talk about a third of the male German population, who deemed domestic violence as acceptable. When they pointed at us and called us out, we would tell them, how ‘we laughed about something else’. We gave each other whispers and snickers, when on of us called women for what they are in our eyes. Not humans, so they became foids, our female humanoids. Our misfortune is their fault anyway. They were ruining our movies, our culture and our speech. So they should suffer. Talking like this didn’t even harm us anyway. Mad about it? You just don’t understand jokes. Sad about it? You are always so emotional. Ignoring us? You’re just a bitch. Nothing they said mattered in our eyes and everyone just let us be. They never could win. The only acceptable ones, where the ones who helped us get rid of their own rights. And we even simply joked about them. After all, it was ‘locker talk’, right?”