Robin Williams said “if women were in charge, there would be no wars, just every 28 days, some severe negotiations.”

Boy howdy, was he wrong.

I decided to look into the book The Power that I briefly covered in my last post.  What I have read has horrified me and sickened me to pit of my stomach.

First from The Washington Post:

‘The Power’ is our era’s ‘Handmaid’s Tale’

Excitement about Naomi Alderman’s dystopian novel “The Power” has been arcing across the Atlantic since it won the Baileys Prize for Women’s Fiction earlier this year in England. Now, finally, Americans can feel the jolt of this extraordinary book for themselves. Alderman has written our era’s “Handmaid’s Tale,” and, like Margaret Atwood’s classic, “The Power” is one of those essential feminist works that terrifies and illuminates, enrages and encourages.

Alderman’s premise is simple; her execution endlessly inventive: Teenage girls everywhere suddenly discover that their bodies can produce a deadly electrical charge.

Perhaps environmental pollution has triggered this bioelectrogenetic organ in girls, or maybe it’s a physiological ability reasserting itself after millennia of latency.  But whatever the cause, the capacity of women to shock and awe quickly disrupts the structure of civilization. Suddenly, young men have to be careful. “Already,” Alderman writes, “there are parents telling their boys not to go out alone, not to stray too far.”

Alderman’s greatest feat is keeping this premise from settling toward anything obvious as she considers how the world would adjust if women held the balance of energy and could discharge it at will. What if every interaction was predicated on female supremacy? What if men had to worry about being outshined, overpowered, raped? For Alderman, this isn’t just a matter of putting women in all the traditionally male roles. The reversal she imagines is nothing so neat.

So the author sees the world where women exist cowering in fear of men all the time and forever, and flips that on its head by giving girls and women a lethal superpower.

I find this to be horrifying.  I lack any other word to describe it.

I am not going to make light of situational awareness or the threat of violence, but in this author’s mind, women are like Jews in Nazi Germany or Yazidi under ISIS, always one whisper away from being raped or murdered.

This just doesn’t reflect the reality in the West and turns this fantasy into something ugly.

In India, Saudi Arabia and Moldova, women riot with lightning shooting out of In liberal Western countries, the transition is more measured; women are counseled to control their power and channel it in positive ways. Schools teach classes in abstinence: “Just Don’t Do It.”

That is treated as so oppressive, telling girls not to electrocute men.

This book sparks with such electric satire that you should read it wearing insulated gloves. Sometimes, it’s small, like Alderman’s portrayal of a newscast hosted by a serious woman and her good-looking male sidekick.

So women get top jobs because men are afraid the women will murder them?  This is not terrorism?

But other sections will raise the hair on your arms, like the descriptions of war crimes committed by roving bands of blood-lusting women.

Let’s just gloss over gendercide.

Okay, I’m done with WaPo, how about the New York Review of Books?

Imagining Violence: ‘The Power’ of Feminist Fantasy

Beginning in Saudi Arabia, and moving to other countries, women seize political control, and take violent revenge on the men who have enslaved and abused them. They use the Power to defend and liberate themselves, and it changes their view of themselves. “If you were able to live your life as if you were able to cause hurt when you needed to,” Alderman told NPR, “your life would be so different, even if you never ever had to do it. That makes you less afraid all the time.” A girl electrocutes the foster-father who has been regularly raping her: “He spasms and pops out of her. He is juddering and fitting… He falls to the floor with a loud thump.”

But the Power rapidly corrupts, and some women become predatory and cruel. A female officer on guard feels obliged to make an example of an aggressive young male resister. “His scalp crisps under her hand. He screams. Inside his skull, liquid is cooking… The lines of power are scarring him, faster than thought… The body tumbles forward, face first into the dirt.”

At least the author is honest that women would be just as willing to be as oppressive and violent as men.

Except this book is often called a feminist utopia novel.  The utopia is not equality or a balance of power, it is the supernatural domination of men by women.

This bold and disturbing novel received the Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction, was listed among the top ten books of 2017 by The New York Times Book Review, and was even named by Barack Obama as one of his favorite reads of the year. But it’s not just a book of the moment. The Power is a major innovation in the overlapping genres of feminist dystopia/utopia, science fiction, and speculative fiction.

More praise for a book that starts out with a false victim narrative and turns into “let’s murder all the men with super powers!”

Done.  Next, Vogue.

What If Women Were in Charge?

Earlier this year, groups of men were up in arms about a series of women-only screenings of Wonder Woman at Alamo Drafthouse theaters in Austin and New York. “Reverse sexism!” they cried.

Because it is and it is a violation of nondiscrimination laws.  The same laws put in place by feminists to destroy every men’s club in the country, now including the Boy Scouts.

They claimed that if the same theaters had attempted to host an all-male screening of, say, Thor 3, no one would allow it.

Exactly right.

These complaints seemed to come from a future era, in which men have forgotten that, for the last few millennia, they were, in fact, the ones methodically creating spaces where only, then mostly, men could be.

Thanks for reminding me of your victim status you poor, oppressed millennial writer.

What is it like to witness the oppression you have endured applied to someone else? That’s the conceit of The Power, or it will be, at least, for the women reading it. Except the question is more pointed (and uncomfortable) than that: The novel depicts a world in which women, empowered by a genetic mutation that enables them to harness and wield electrical currents, ultimately find themselves capable of the same greed and cruelty as their male counterparts.

We are now three for thee on articles that acknowledge that women can be as evil as men, but because it is men being oppressed that great!

We are long past equality, feminism is now into full on androcide fantasy.

Many will find this vision objectionable.

I sure as shit do.

After first being published in the U.K. in November 2016, Alderman’s work arrives in the United States one year later, with a “pussy-grabbing” misogynist in the highest political office, and where a new horrific exposé of a male mogul’s serial abuse seems to land on the front pages every week. A world run by women has long been imagined here, wistfully, as utopia.

Once all the untermensch are dead, womynkind will be free.

Alderman knows exactly how seductive this idea is for those of us on the losing side of the world’s prevailing gender hierarchy, and spends the first hundred pages or so of Neil Armon’s novel masterfully indulging her reader.

Life is so hard for women in the western world that there is nothing like the excitement of reading about women violently torturing and killing men and subjugating them en masse.

They range from everyday harassment—in a convenience store in Nigeria, a man asks a woman to smile before she zaps him—to mortal combat: Allie, a biracial foster kid in a sexually abusive home in the South, is terrorized by her white foster parents before she is able to kill her rapist as he is assaulting her; Roxy, the estranged daughter of a London mob boss, kills her mother’s murderers, and then some. It is revenge porn, turned inside out, satisfying and twisted.

Intersectional victim fantasy is the worst kind, Jesus.

In one genius scene, a reversal of the 2016 presidential election debates so delicious it stings, Margot lets herself do what Hillary Clinton never could. Under verbal attack from her unctuous old boss in a gubernatorial race, she reaches out and stuns him in the chest. Instead of being castigated for it, called a bitch, or a harpy, or a “nasty woman,” the unthinkable happens. She wins. “She thinks she needs to ask forgiveness, still, for the thing that brought her into office,” Armon narrates. “She’s wrong.”

So super natural murder coup.  Fantastic, I can’t imagine this woman being anything other than Stalin crossed with Storm.

Done! How about NPR?

Electrifying ‘Power’ Flips The Gender Script To Unsettling Effect

The Power is a dizzy, unsettling book that doesn’t let readers turn away from the horrors at its core. There are graphic scenes of sexual assault, with women using their power to rape men: “This is not what happens to a man. Except now it is.” Gender roles have reversed completely, with “boys dressing as girls to seem more powerful. Girls dressing as boys … to leap on the unsuspecting, wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

The atrocities that women visit upon men in Alderman’s novel — humiliation, torture, genital mutilation — are all, of course, things that happen today, but with the genders reversed. That is, perhaps, the point of the novel — what a man reads as a horrifying dystopia, a woman reads as a fairly accurate state of the world as it is today. “We don’t have to ask what they’d do if they were in control,” as a mysterious voice tells Allie. “We’ve seen it already. It’s worse than this.”

DONE!!!

Review after review is the same.  This is a feminist utopia in which women are gain a super natural ability and the world is flipped upside down and men are subjected to torture, mutilation, subjugation, and ultimately andorcide.

Over and over again this is described as a revenge fantasy.

Not one reviewer that I can find has made the argument that the civilized Western is not a female dystopia.  That these women are engaged in a revenge fantasy against a victimhood fantasy that does not exist in the nations this book is popular in.

This terrifies me as a husband and father.  I have a son and a daughter.  Feminism wants to give my wife and daughter the power to kill me and my son because we are male.

I cannot fathom the sickness that exists in the soul of a person whose fun escapism involves genital mutilation and mass murder.

Yet this book has found popularity among a large number of women.

Another author women love is Maya Angelou.   She famously said “when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”

What the progressive wing of feminism has shown me that they are, are people who would instantly be in line with the SS operating death camps, as long as it was straight white men in the Western world going into the gas chambers.

Never underestimate the depths to which someone will hate you and the fantasy they will concoct to justify tossing your body into a mass grave.