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wtf Peterson? i thought you said that it was the trannies and the women that were the problem? why betray the men after they made you rich?
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBtduYEQ7Fw
Peterson Judenstein
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How is R. R. Reno completely unknown to the alt right?
He's like a much better Jordan Peterson from an alternative universe, where Peterson actually accepted God and didn't fall into the trap of benzo addiction and delusions of grandeur. Also he does not cry during interviews and if someone were to ask him "Are you a Christian?", he'd simply answer "Yes", intead of turning into an elusive weasel. His 2018 book is probably one of the most important ones since WWII. Peterson on the other hand has not been saying anything of relevance since 2019.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnm8Bl4Adoo
Men are dropping out of society (or doing the bare minimum to get by) all over the western world and instead of offering a better deal besides "uhh...work forever and let us fuck you over forever, marry a whore maybe?", the powers that be are going for shaming tactics instead. Fucking pathetic isn't it.
Men are not vanishing - they are retreating. From relationships, from institutional demands, from collective obligation. Not by cowardice, nor nihilism, nor weakness - but by sacred refusal to collude with a world that has hollowed out the feminine into parody, and severed eros from its mythic root.
This retreat is not a conscious movement toward soul, for most men have not heard of soul. It is not a deliberate descent into myth, for most don't remember the myths. And yet it happens. Everywhere.
Men retreat not in search of the feminine within - but in search of refuge. They turn away from real relationships, work, education, not because they hate women, but because the outer feminine - devoid of beauty, of function, of soul - has become unrecognizable. And if given a choice between emptiness and the parody, they choose emptiness. They choose nothing rather than violate what remains of their inner integrity.
But it is there, in the void, that the great possibility stirs.
Even if they do not name her, do not know her, have never met her - still, within that emptiness, the anima awaits.
She does not need to be reimagined, reengineered, or "updated". She does not ask to be made familiar to the modern psyche. She need only be seen. Once. As she is. In the dark. Without distortion. Without irony. Without demand.
This act of remembering - is enough.
Because where culture collapses, myth re-emerges. And where men descend into the silence beneath language, soul prepares its next eruption. The anima was never meant to be found in daylight; she is born in shadow, dwells in dream, and speaks first through absence.
So let it be said: true virtue is born in darkness.
And when men meet her there - not as escape, not as fantasy, but as a reawakening - they will return. Not as obedient citizens of a broken world, but as bearers of the fire: visionaries, warriors, poets, and builders - not of new systems, but of meaningful life.
This is not disappearance, it's gestation.
