W.M.A

I sat in the office today while my co-workers described in great deal how greedy White Male Americans needed to be removed from power and replaced by minorities, and women, and preferably minority women. I didn't say anything because I've learned better than to say anything. A discussion on race and gender is not one I'm permitted to get involved in, except to be on the recieving end of the lecture at hand. Invariably the discussion involves how we W.M.A's have screwed over various sub-groups of people as if W.M.A's were the only group of people ever to have a commanding role in the world. The various contributions of the group, such as representative government, advancements in arts, sciences and philosophy are rejected outright as frauds.

The discussion, (well, it was not a discussion, the lecture I recieved) was very disheartening, not so much because I think it was fundmentally wrong, as it leads me to conclude much of what is wrong with myself and my fellow young males. We have been told, repeatedly, that our assistance is not wanted, that we are oppressors, that we are racists and misgynists, so much so that we have come to believe it. And since we do not wish to be racists, and misgynists, and oppressors, we have stepped away, remained quiet, and acceded any responsibility. So they will very soon get their wish, I think. When the latest grey-haired old white bastards dies out, there will be plenty of room for minorities and women at the top. Because the young W.M.A like myself will be busy being older children, maintaining a frat house and video games mentality, either unwilling or unable to take part in the terribly patriarchial and repressive role of being a father to our children, or a protective and loving husband to our wives. We have been told that we have no biological right to our offspring, either how they are raised, or indeed, whether they are to exist at all. We have been told to abdicate responsibility, and most of us have gleefully done so. Most of us are quite happy to have women make our decisions for us. First our mothers, than our girlfriends and wives.
I suppose the motto should be careful what you wish for. The whole sodden, miserable civilization may end up being tossed in your laps, as we WMA say good-riddens to the troubles of running it.

Now back to my PS2.

Edit: The always interesting Fjordman had a post along similar lines, and it needs to be linked to.