The Victim-Predator

There’s no way of knowing for certain if early feminists were as angry as those of today; there are no YouTube clips of the Seneca Falls Convention.  However, I can’t help but suspect that if this showed up somewhere in Connecticut in 1868, they’d have put it in a zoo.

If you believe that relegating women’s lives to the meaningless tasks pursuant to bearing and raising the next generation of human beings is oppression, you could make the case that women in 1870 were oppressed.  They had no “reproductive rights” to birth control or abortion, couldn’t vote the hard-earned money from beta males they’ve never met into their own purses, were treated as “second class citizens”, and needed a husband for financial support because the couldn’t depend on everybody else to pay for their independence.

Yet modern feminists seem more aggressive, irrational, bitter, and shrill than their forebears who actually couldn’t get their way every once in a while.  After getting the vote, abortion “rights”, access to birth control, enough sexual freedom to make earlier generations shriek in horror, and a higher standard of living than damn near anyone in the world a generation ago, we’re still bombarded with claims of “rape culture” and the “war on women”.  The vote would make them happy, they get the vote, they’re less happy.  Abortion would make them happy, they get abortions, they’re less happy,  Repeat ad infinitum.  Before they just wanted the right to buy birth control, now they insist that everybody else pays for it, and they frame attempts to resist paying for their birth control as more oppressive than prior attempts to keep them from having it at all.

They don’t want what they want.  They never have.

Yet I’d argue that although this insatiable sense of Entitlement is a predominantly feminine phenomenon, it’s not restricted to feminists, or even females.  Instead, it’s an intrinsic component of all forms of political leftism, as well as to resentful individuals who insist that others alter their behaviors before they can alter their own.

This mindset is not dependent on external circumstance.  You will encounter genuine victims of oppression with more self-control and dignity than upper middle-class white girls who were once leered at by an omega.  Sometimes, their complaints may even have merit, their cause can be objectively just.

Yet the desire to play the Victim supersedes external circumstance.  A Victim will be a Victim no matter what you do.

For in Victimhood lies their power.

The Victim-Predator

The Victim-Predator (VP) uses his or her (sometimes legitimate) belief that they’ve been screwed over to excuse aggressive behavior towards others.  VP’s include the feminists who deride the male feminists who buy into their political philosophy as much as biologically possible, blacks who beat whites in the name of Trayvon, and immigrants who are already allowed to exercise more rights here than in their home countries (and more than they’d ever let you exercise in their countries) who insist that we change our culture to suit their cultural sensibilities.

Feminist victories merely set the stage for new “struggles” that somehow took on the same urgency as the injustice they’d just overcome.  As soon as the initial demands of the civil rights movement were met, we found hundreds of more ways in which we’ve got to change to stop the “oppression”, each of which was just as, or even more, important as ending segregation and getting the right to vote.

I don’t claim that we should never meet certain demands, but I do claim that we should never expect meeting any demand to be enough.  Were we to award blacks with reparations for slavery, within a year we’d be told “You expect to make up for four hundred years of oppression with some check?”

Sometimes, the game of the Victim-Predator is so transparent, their demands so ridiculous, that only a complete birdbrain could ever buy into them.  Even if the federal government spent more money on rape prevention than on national defense, there would still be rapists.  Furthermore, those who find themselves most enraged by “rape culture” are those who most ardently insist that women do nothing for themselves to prevent getting raped.  According to their own standards and using their tactics, actually solving the problem they claim to hate is literally impossible.

But some people still think the Victim-Predator can somehow be satiated.

The Ally-Sucker

On one level, Victim-Predators appreciate the efforts of their Benighted allies.  As long as they find an “ally” useful, he or she can get some respect.  Often, as a Victim-Predator develops a relationship with such an ally, the ally will be let into their circle and be told that they’re “not like other guys/whites/straights”.

However, the VP’s status being a mechanism for power, their new-found ally soon becomes seen as a sucker, a way to receive perpetual validation.  He’ll listen to their bitching no matter how unreasonable and expect nothing in return.  The best way to ensure this continues is to reaffirm one’s status as Victim as frequently as possible.

Yet it will never be quite good enough.  Take this example I found in the deep underbelly of the internet:  The Feminist Girote suffers (or suffered, it’s an old post; maybe she got over it. NOT!) from White People Fatigue Syndrome:  [emphasis mine]

POC [ed: “People of Color]  if they’re honest will admit that sometimes it takes entirely too much energy and patience to support white people in their process of being an ally. The weight of being “colored me” in a white supremacist hetero patriarchal capitalist culture has become too heavy.  I am tired of always having to prove to whites that racism exists (and it should be noted that ten times of ten my energy is being expended on self-proclaimed whites who call themselves POC allies). I am tired of whites trying to prove to me that they’re aren’t racist, but as soon as it is time for them to interrupt oppression on my behalf, I am on my own. Needless, to say this “mule of the world” is weary!

You see, at a dinner with a bunch of white, gay, and hispanic liberal people, FG encountered a racist magazine cover, and “both of [her] co-workers failed to validate or affirm [her] feelings.”  Never mind that they’re probably ardent opponents of racism who just didn’t get it right that time.  Despite all the other times they probably did “affirm her feelings”, this time they failed, and that makes her “weary!”  Her anguish was compounded by the indignation her co-workers felt on behalf of the vegan who couldn’t get the type of meal she wanted (the idiots couldn’t get their victim-hierarchy rankings straight).

“Use your privilege to interrupt oppression not to co-sign oppression!” cries the Feminist Girote, and make sure you do it just the way I want you to every damn time or I’ll write a hurtful blog post about you.  Never can you rest in your attempts to fight on my behalf, for I am oppressed!

Not Giving a Damn

I can’t say for certain, but I have this sinking feeling that FG’s relationship with her co-workers is horribly dysfunctional:  the whites continually trying to demonstrate that they’re down for the struggle, poor Girote “having to prove” that they’re not.  Even if some of them are men, I bet it’s an estrogen whirlpool from hell.

I have a black co-worker who gives every indication that her political beliefs are largely in line with those of FG.  I don’t agree with her politics, and she knows it.  When she spouts off on some lefty crap (about once every three months), I call her on it.

Yet we get along perfectly well.  I don’t care if I please her or not (she can “tell on me” for all I care), and somehow I get along with her a hell of a lot more than FG’s sycophants do with the object of their pity.

I’ve been the exact same way with other blacks and gays I’ve worked with (women only recently).  I make no attempt whatsoever to “validate their feelings”.  I don’t bring up politics, but if they come up, I call it like I see it.  I disagree respectfully but firmly, and they like me.

Or at least they’ve given every indication that they do.  It’s not my job to scour the depths of their emotional fortitude.  If I tried that, they’d probably view me with about as much respect as Girote views her Ally-Suckers.

In the words of Heartiste:

Beta males are hounded for minor trangressions. Alpha males are quickly forgiven the worst sins.

Being an Ally-Sucker is playing Beta to the Victim-Predator’s Alpha, and I refuse to go along.  Besides, in my case, what I’m doing isn’t even a “sin”.  After all, I’m right, and no lefty or feminist has ever come close to showing me I’m not.  I don’t back down, and I won’t.

Somehow, those of the Victim Class usually respect me more than the manboobs who devote their lives to pleasing them.  I refuse to let them play the role of Victim-Predator.  Period.

If conservatives and libertarians could figure this out and stop trying to out-grovel the Democrats, they might actually make some progress.