If they enter a polygamous society, one important status game young men will play is wife accumulation.
If they enter a monogamous society, that energy goes elsewhere. In order to be domesticated into monogamy, these wolves must be sedated. Marriage tranquilises men and puts them to productive use providing for children.
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Domesticated men — via monogamous marriage and the corresponding decline in testosterone — commit less crime. It’s not that more docile men get married. They become wolves again after a marriage dissolves.
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Men in polygamous societies are always on the look out for more wives, so they retain elevated testosterone levels and virility. No wonder some Comanche had such glorious names as “Erection-That-Won’t-Go-Down” (a real example — more on the Comanches later).
The Church took away your slave girls (in a break from its Hebrew forefathers — discussed in detail in a later Part to this series).
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The Church enforced monogamous marriage, banning polygamy and incest and also cracking down on divorce.
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These policies destroyed Europe’s intensive kin-based institutions.
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The Church inherited their land and became the largest landowner in Europe.
Misha Saul’s is the rote Feminist-Leninist position, but all wise men throughout history have observed that marriage tames in the far greater part not man but woman. Certainly it is true that, had he eyes to see, the Kvetcher would find an informal polygamy, the universal femmoid preference, all around him and throughout his adoptive society, in every crack and crevasse, in his school and in his workplace and in his synagogue. But it is difficult to get a man to notice something when his sanity depends on his not noticing it. For is it really “monogamy” when the prospective bride has had a small train run on her between fifteen and thirty? The Bible suggests otherwise:
As does Monsieur Saul’s own holy book:
Needless to say, from the perspective of the mommy-whipped paper-pushing nerdoids staffing the security state, those who profess the view that an Anglo-Germanic gril should save herself for her husband are probably terrorists. But the Universe’s sense of cosmic irony is such that in the current year he (the eternal nerdoid) definitely does not have a virgin bride, let alone the wife of his youth, let alone a brainless Edward-Snowden stripper-concubine. Instead, presumably, he salves his slowly gnawing empty dread with vidya, porno, and—perhaps—the occasional prostie. Next year he’ll make GS-9.