We all know that Vox Day is a terrible, awful human being. How terrible? There is no depth to which he won’t sink.
You’ve probably heard the news about the recent tragic plane crash; the latest evidence is that the co-pilot locked himself into the cockpit and may have intentionally flown it into a mountain, making it an act of murder-suicide, for reasons unknown. Unknown to normal mortals, that is. Vox Day has the explanation, and further, the cure to prevent further incidents (don’t worry, that link isn’t to Theodore Beale’s article, but to David Futrelle’s discussion of it).
Why he did it, no one knows yet, but it won’t surprise me to learn that Lubritch was a deeply angry and embittered Omega male. There is a reason Omegas frighten women merely by existing; they are capable of terrible and merciless acts of self-destruction. You can see Lubritch is a small and prematurely balding young man, possibly somewhat overweight, his occupation indicates that he was more intelligent than the norm, and the uncertain smile he has on his face tends to indicate low socio-sexual rank.
Now, obviously no one else was responsible for Lubritch’s actions if it indeed was Omega rage at work. He alone bears the blame. But it is somewhat haunting to think about how many lives might be saved each year if the sluts of the world were just a little less picky and a little more equitable in their distribution of blowjobs.
He has developed a psychological profile of the guy from his photograph. Gosh, if that were standard practice, I’d hate to think about what might infer from this photo of Vox Day/Theodore Beale staring grimly at a flaming sword.
One might also think his plea for women to give blowjobs to random sad sacks with insufficient sex appeal to be rather…self-serving.