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I was having a foreplay-slicking conversation with a talented shivlady about the Scandinavians. (She called them the Ikeans.) She wondered how the Scandis went from savage warrior Vikings and continent conquerors to the weeping pussies they are today. I told her it is one of the world’s greatest mysteries, then explained to her the Cycle of Strife.
Basically, I said, the warrior blood gets washed out after many generations of losing the strongest men to attrition on their rape and pillage high adventures. This leaves the gene pool full of the tepid seed of weaker men, the ones who stayed behind to help raise the children of the warriors when they went off to claim new lands. A new, more compliant, people is born on the home front. Civilization needs these domesticated men. All our modern conveniences — a CH reader says that nearly every invention of the 20th Century occurred in a 300 mile radius around Chicago, which is the settlement of the German and Ikean diaspora — are the result of tamed men cooperating toward the goal of easing the burdens of life, especially those burdens that fall most heavily on the women.
But domesticated men have a fatal flaw: they build civilization only to surrender control of it when comfort and prosperity, and haranguing by their social justice ladyfolk, lull them into a defenseless stupor. Weak, domesticated men like the modern Scandinavians are doomed to roll over to foreign invaders and their single White women sponsors. Then their blood is washed out, and into the vacuum the warriors rise again, reclaiming their homeland, crushing the invaders, and putting their silly women to heel. The Cycle of Strife. It is required.
It’s the cycle of strife
and it kills us all
through phony virtue
through hugs and tropes
till we find our place
overrun with ISIS
in the cycle
the cycle of strife