Do Robots Dream of Electric Wet Dreams?

As I write this, I look out over the skyline of Houston. The gorgeous bayous, channels and pine forests shaped by millions of years of God’s handiwork give way to gray steel and crystal skyscrapers that rise from their concrete foundations like stalagmites. Stands of magnolias, pecans and cypresses have been replaced by a wasteland of retail shops. My business partners overseas laugh at the idea of shopping in Houston. Brands that you find here in the city can be found in any London or Paris shop. You can get a suit from Ermenegildo Zegna or a Fendi handbag easily if you have the cash (or a large credit line) and know where to look.

Houston has become a hub – a megalopolis, or a world city as Spengler once coined it. I am not sure what early Texans envisioned this place to be when they named it after first president and revolutionary hero Sam Houston. But now, Houston edges on becoming the third largest city in the United States. If the Confederacy had won the war, Houston would have been synonymous with New York as a center for shipping, commerce and finance.

But, unlike many of these world cities, Houston has always had a certain flavor in spite of what Hunter S. Thompson thought it was. It is a conservative one, driven by a Southern Baptist and Protestant elite who have always had their mind on their money and their money on their mind, to quote the Snoop Dogg song. But now as immigration increases, millennials see Beto as the second coming of Christ, and the city continues to grow exponentially, that conservative flavor is threatened. Houston becomes more urbanized. And with urbanization comes the undermining of conservative values. Houston becomes less and less the city built by white Protestant shippers who wished to provide a gateway to the frontier. It turns more and more into the “Grape Drank City” where wealthy Mexicans can get Yves Saint Laurent pants for cheap and the Latinas flirt with upper middle-class white men in Midtown over mojitos.

But there’s something that is more insidious in this plan to undermine the greatest city built by Texans.

Recently, Canadian company KinkySdollS, stated that it wishes to open in Houston a robot doll brothel, the first of its kind in the United States in the Galleria area, the heart of Houston’s financial and commercial district (for those who are unfamiliar with Houston, the Galleria is to Houston as Beverly Hills is to Los Angeles). We have already seen several of these so-called robot brothels open in China where men outnumber women in apocalyptic rates. Already, in Canada, doll and robot brothels have become commonplace in cities like Toronto.

On its social media pages, KinkySdollS says its dolls are human and life-like. They can speak. They feel warm to the touch. And they are available for sale or rent. More human than human, if you will.

Aside from Houston’s proximity to Mexico causing a sex trafficking epidemic in the city, Houston officials are concerned about this business’ radius near schools, daycares and churches, as well as health concerns related to the reuse and recleaning of these dolls after rent.

Unfortunately, the city and state laws for sex businesses apply to human beings. Not robots. Texas has had a long history of legislating sexual practices and for a long time had an anti-buggary clause in its state constitution. Yet, this might soon change. The city banned the brothel from opening last week. But, we know which way the wind is blowing. We’re on borrowed time.

Oswald Spengler stated once that men build history, women are history. In other words, the foundation of a culture is built upon the values that protect female fertility and motherhood. If you wish to undermine a civilization, simply change the relationship that men have with women. We have seen this through the recent debates regarding gender and sex.

But one way to check and see if a civilization is done is by simply looking at the birth rates. And the best way to decline the birth rate, aside from legislating baby murder (aka abortion) and birth control, is to convince men that it is easier to just cum in a doll.

If men find it more convenient to relieve themselves into dolls and they no longer have the agency to even attempt to have relations with women, let alone one-night stands, how can we expect these men to build families and maintain stable marriages? A human brothel might be regarded as the moral sewer of a city. A red-light district is seen by many as a kind of necessity, albeit an eyesore. But, in the very least it has a pulse. It has the smell of human bodies – the simulacra of tenderness. A robot brothel is simply putting the fork in civilization.

The answer is the complete destruction of feminism – in my opinion with the weapon of theonomy. Yes, I’m talking about going full on Handmaid’s Tale (but that is another article for another time). Yet, surprisingly anti-feminist movements have nonetheless promoted the use of “real dolls” as a way to combat hypergamy. Take for example MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way), where many adherents promote the use of dolls as a cheaper alternative to dating and courtship (you don’t have to buy a doll a drink or a meal and you certainly don’t have to worry about getting one pregnant). Unfortunately, you cannot keep a civilization running this way. Sex, preferably vis-à-vis in marriage, is the foundation of the state.

The long-term repair for this is going to take hundreds, if not thousands, of years, and yes, it is going to involve getting right with Jesus again much to the chagrin of pagans and atheists. It is going to take us as men stepping back from pornography. It is going to take us to stop masturbating and to start cumming in real, live women that look, smell, and act like women (preferably someone we are lawfully married to). Have babies. Take them to church. Rinse. Lather. Repeat.

In the meantime, I look out the window at this gray skyline. The prayer, “Lord, please do not destroy my people,” is on my coffee stained lips. Maybe someone will finally wake me up out of this Bladerunner-esque dystopian nightmare that I live in.

-By Southern Comfort

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am;
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.

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