In a depressing new article(https://www.unz.com/article/decadence-the-corruption-of-status-hierarchies-female-hypergamy/), Roger F. Devlin cites various statistics showing that women 'fall in love' and choose to marry men exclusively based on their educational degree status and/or their incomes. At no point do they ever consider the character, personality, virtue, beliefs or behavior of their partner in life. While men are judging women individually, based on their nature, women are fine with any cookie cutter android that is designated by society at large as 'impressive.' They apparently can't even see our faces. When a girl looks at a boy, she sees only a paper certificate floating taped to the head instead of a mouth, eyes or nose.
When you combine this system where every girl absolutely judges based on societal recognition, with the fact that 'societal recognition' has been captured by evil people who elevate your status not based on your merit, but specifically on your willingness to embrace Satan (obvious lies and a desire for mankind to go extinct), then you have the worst of all possible worlds. Embrace nihilism in order to get a girl and not have your gene line annihilated, or defy the degradation of your spirit and allow your gene line and beliefs to be annihilated through the natural process of old age. It's a catch-22. If you do what it takes to get a girl you lose yourself, and if you don't do what it takes to get a girl you also lose yourself, just over a much longer timespan. The only way out is surrogacy. Reproduce without winning the approval of a girl. But even that is expensive, which still means you have to get societal recognition (someone has to give you a high paying job, which is largely based on aforementioned educational degrees.) So surrogacy is somewhat a solution searching for a problem -- by the time boys can afford surrogacy girls will be fawning over them anyway.
The only real solution is to win the lottery and then resort to surrogacy, which is a pretty narrow path to victory. There's also the chance that people who specifically sacrifice their life prospects for the chance to spit in Satan's eye will be rewarded by God in heaven for all the riches they forego on Earth. It just makes sense that the righteous should not end up worse off than sinners, specifically because they chose righteousness. Or in other words, if you prove that you love God more than you love yourself, God will reciprocate. In which case, in the long game, you'll come out well ahead.
A humorous aspect of the Devlin article was how accurate it was in describing my life -- men without degrees and jobs, which necessarily means without wives or children, spend their life playing video games, and self report as being quite happy with this result. Yep. Video games are superior to real life, and the real winners of the rat race are the rats who jump off the race course and start playing Heaven Burns Red. I can personally attest to this.
Speaking of Heaven, I've decided to elevate Rumi, Saki and Nanami to my fictional character hall of fame. Rumi is the ideal daughter every boy wishes he had -- sassy towards fools but respectful towards you, beautiful, hardworking and never complaining. Able to take delight in life and the world no matter how bad it actually is. She's even able to let you go if you're needed elsewhere and understand the larger picture.
As for Saki, she has a razor wit that gets to the nexus of every issue and resolves it instantly in a satisfactory manner. It makes sense that she's the commander, because she honestly takes command and successfully resolves every issue that comes before her. Nanami, her second in command, has similar qualities of, for instance, having the courage to attempt risky operations and send people to their deaths, when the alternatives are even worse. But Nanami also has the virtue of being beautiful and hilariously calm no matter how nonsensical Ruka or others act around her. By keeping her cool she keeps the Seraph butai on task, which is the only way anything ever gets done.
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