Sirens

serpentes feminae non sunt sapientes

They say Women are Emotional. No, they are strategically engineered to seek the best mate, and whatever “sentient” behaviour they display serves only to accomplish the purpose of mating.

Emotions and all the other higher faculties of thought and action, “spontaneous” action, are exclusive to the Male of the human “Species”. We men, are the warriors, the problem-solvers, the builders, the merchants, and the Nobles. The ones who feel but who rationalize. Women complain about material conditions and make babies. Don’t believe me? let’s dig deeper.

We play the tunes they dance to, we build the houses they live in. We men, have an extraordinary capacity to feel what no other animal has ever been able to. Men are able to transcend their reproductive instincts and do greater things, godly things, but when it comes to Women we still protect, we still love, we fantasize, and we accomplish incredible deeds for them and to impress them. We still kill for them, and we are even capableable of deceiving our very own animal consciousness in order to justify their animal behaviour and frame it in a way that makes complete logical sense. All because cosmically, it fell unto us men to be capable of doing so.

Women are our greatest obsession because they are our farm animal human counterparts that we use to both satisfy our libido and procreate with.

They do what we want, and they produce what we need, as long as we behave in a manner that is congruent with what they consider as “the provider”. They shapeshift to make us perceive attractiveness in order to mate with them, in order to make us believe they can provide good “jeans”, and good caretaking for our offspring and ourselves. We are even capable of rationalizing that we don’t want them for reproduction but simply for our amusement. No other “animal” can do this.

Women are not equal to men, nor before our God, nor in any Creed in this World, because they think only in optimization and calibration. Animals are Machine-Minded, so are Women.

Men have the capacity to deceive themselves into being hopeless romantics as it is attested in various works of fiction. Women just instinctively lay their traps and we fall for them, but only because we are mentally capable of doing so.

The Lunar human can only follow their very own instinct to lure and devour, much like a Black Widow Spider. They are the Moon, and we are the Sun. They orbit us and reflect our shinning unto us, but can’t ever produce light of their own, thus they are deceptive by nature. In some form, they are our mirror opposites, if only in mimicking what they need to get us to dance to their tune and fall into their web.

To expect a Woman (The Moon) to shine brighter than you (The Sun) is sheer folly, a very modern and J-Coded Folly. To expect compassion from such a Machiavellian creature is beyond naïvité. Machiavellian is not even the proper word because it implies intent and logical thinking. Women possess neither. All the harm they can do and all the good they can do is naked instinct. Sheer animalistic instinct. The snake that possesses no compassion or emotions beyond the necessary ones to lure and kill its prey.

All the praise and love Women can ever give us is mechanical and Cold, Cold like a reptile’s blood. They function much like a serpent that feeds and feeds and has no room for any other instinct but the survivalistic one. They become slender while they need to and become fat when they no longer do so. Women are primordial huamns, and we are the ones entrusted by Nature with their guardianship. We lead, and they follow. If we fail to lead, they’ll happily bite us and destroy us.

Women are but a mere destructive lunar force that can’t help their very own bestial essence, and we men are so deeply complex and capable of thought that we can feel compassion and/or Pitty for such creatures, whereas these very same creatures cannot escape the urge to take advantage of said Compassion or Pitty for their own selfish gain. A Rake may sometimes use women to his amusement, but in counterpart he is ever being used by them in one way or another. To use a man is in their very nature; the Rake just learns how to handle the snake so he uses her venom to provide a cure for his existential malaise instead of getting bitten and dying of her venomous poison.

If Men are made in God’s Image, Women are made in the Serpent’s. Women are but breeders of our children, bearers of our lineages, dancers of our harems and assassins for hire if needs be. They can destroy us and uplift us, make us or break us, but never sapientially so, never conscientiously so. They operate on instinct, and we do so on rationalistic terms. This is the greatest truth that is never handed to us in our formative years.

Beware thy love for the Siren, dear Saxon. She will drown you not because she wants to, but because she saw in you, with its dark and cold reptile animus, no further use in thyself reproductively or to hoard her resources.

A Woman exists solely in order to further advance the work of Persophone, all other theories can bow to this one.

H.H.

Rake Out.