Agamemnon–one more night–will have to wait.
For the moment let us feign that the the dead horse is not dead and hit him once again. Cane Caldo stirred the Manospherian pot over at Dalrock’s–for those who just woke from a couple Rip Van winks go here–with his admittedly faulty take on Christianity and Game. So many roused to the battle cry and shouted down any number of misunderstandings, misrepresentations, whatnot. The response was strong enough that Cane now has his own sounding chamber which has been better reading than his first screed at Dalrock’s. All this has kept the wheels turning over the question. Is it to their benefit to know it, or to their detriment? Is it sinful, sacred, or unimportant. There have been enough answers already.
The real question is do Christian men need Game.
The answer is yes they do.
Christian men already have the bible, but their understanding of it is twisted and juvenile (read feminist). The bible isn’t about being a man; it is not a training manual for humanity. It is a book about God; not only the author but also the protagonist. The bible is God’s story not man’s story. The bible was given to man so that he might gain understanding about God, any understanding gained about man is secondary. The bible speaks the truth about God.
On the other hand, Game is about men. Just ask Matt Forney; what wimmenz think, not important. Game speaks the truth about man and wimmenz.
Christian men need Game. Game is a practical manual for masculinity 101 (classes in the 200’s, 300’s, and 400’s come later, for Doctorate levels check with Nigel, heh). Game is testable, verifiable. The bible’s veracity cannot be tested so directly, it is not a practical guide. It may tell that the Fall occurred because the woman desired to rule the man, that the man would rule his wife, that she was the weaker vessel and should submit to him, that the husband responsible for the wife’s sanctification, should love her and sacrifice himself for her sanctification; but what does that all mean?
The truth is an uncomfortable and avoidable facet of living, as the bible is concerned with the truth of God and not man, it should be of no surprise that the truth about man is easily contorted from biblical passages. Doesn’t the book itself warn of false teachers, false prophets and false spirits all which must be tested? But if one is without the truth, what is falsity to be proved against? The truth of God can be tested against the Word itself, but what of man?
Game can be tested in five minutes at a grocery store, at a bar, over dinner with one’s wife. Hypergamy can be proved in a moment of contemplation on observable reality. Game is practical in its ability to provide results and cut away lies. (Also for banging sluts. I make no apologies for the harsh treatment of harlots.)
Truth is a nasty business; to throw a man into it one must be direct, forceful, and undeniable. There must be no room rationalization. The beta’s hamster must be nuked. The Christian hamster must be doubly nuked for he who questions the Churchian way must repent before the priestess of the six-inched-heeled pastorate. When the Churchian overlords, meaning well in their own delusions, seek to destroy a man they do so from an erroneous belief that God has ordained them to such a task. The Churchian hamster has been baptized in the name of the feminized, half-man, goddess-son Jesusa Chryst-ine, the sweet wittle wamb of god (Lion of Judah need not apply); all questioning which goes against the overlords is a slippery slope; such must not be tolerated. But the nuke of Game, even to the repentant man, continues to seep and like a man camping at Chernobyl, the radiation is gonna getcha. Truth will win out, it cannot perish.
For those who would question whether God would approve Game as a destroyer and punisher of his fallen church, might I suggest Nahum, Habakkuk and the other minor prophets? And the start of Ezekiel. The feminized west is the Harlot and Game has splayed out her nakedness for derision and scorn. But don’t forget the wittle lamb wants to give you a big hug and not let anybody hurt your wittle feelwings.
Do Christian men need philosophy?
Before the Matrix we had Plato’s cave. It is not the way Plato meant it, but the metaphor is fitting. This false reality is a mere shadow of the truth; the she-pig who would feign she is strong and independent, but she is a shadow of strength and depends upon the very chains which hold her to the wall to hold her up at all.
Truth is the beauty of philosophy. Philosophy’s purpose is to seek wisdom, both in answering questions and in their asking; important questions seeking after the very nature of things, rerum natura; a foundation of metaphysics, ontology, et al. One might be well served in using the bible as a source but the work, the thoughts, they are built with another tool altogether: philosophy.
Like Game it has been used for hedonistic ends, for wicked and sinful ends; as justifying socialist mass murders–I’m looking at you Nietzsche, Hegel; indulgence beyond original intentions, Epicurus; such a wide number of other dalliances that the enumeration wouldn’t end before the fall of Feminism.
Do Christian men need art?
Asking questions is not enough for a man to reach the depths of the deeper things in life. He must channel the muse, the daimon, the angels and spirits, the whatever whatnot that man has always suspected existed beyond his understanding; that is, until the most recent generations were paired with an ever lowering intelligence and ever higher credentials list and a budding hubris beyond the pale of any Greek tragedy. The arts Music, Poetry, Sculpture, Dance, and Painting removed from the modern bastardizations reach into the spirit of man and touch something impalpable, effervescent.
But the very masters of the arts, those men who first put themselves under the command of those daughters of Mnemosyne, were they not pagans? Were they not the makers of idols and graven images? Does Ovid not praise a love not unlike that sought by the PUAs? Did Aeschylus and Euripides and Sophocles seek after a false god, and dedicate their work to the same? And the impetus of dance? Did it not begin with the Eleusinian mysteries and the Bacchanal parade?
Do men need Aristotle? Do men need Plato? Do men need Tacitus? Has Christianity not benefited greatly from them? Have Christian men not sought and found refuge in Michelangelo, in Tintoretto, in Correggio? And what of Adolphe Adams and Wagner? Homer, Ovid, and Virgil? There are more pillars of the West than contained in the bible, and all collided to make Christendom the greatest civilization to have existed.
Who is to say that the wisdom of Roissy and Roosh will not carrying men into the next generation searching after a deeper truth? We are undoubtedly in a valley of crisis, subdued by modern -isms and their entailing pathologies, there is however, one place which cuts at the truth. That place is the home of Game, and PUAs are our king.
The problem isn’t that men are not following the bible closely enough, but that it was never meant to be all man needs. Man was not made in a vacuum with a book, he was, allegedly, made in a garden (bitches came later).
What is worse, the man who banged twenty sluts, or the culture that raised a spiritless generation for destruction in fire and brimstone?
Veritas numquam perit,