(A man is writing this article)-- I'm stronger than the rest of the weak footed pansies, but without their taking back their land, I'm stuck and fucked just like them.
We've cowered too long to the manipulating and jealous woman. We've cowered, we've "yessed" them to death, literally in many cases.
We give up our kids to them as tokens to keep them near us. They conrol us, tell us what to wear, spend our money and do things behind out backs and have the littlest possible regard for our joy.
Whose fault is it? It's your fault, man. It's your fucking fault. And before you go beta and say I'm pissed and toxic and come in all white knight. Cram it! You're a weak, sorry, pathetic, puddle of a man so don't even think you'll gain ground trying to take down a man with a spine -- one with some fire in his belly.
I don't owe you or anyone an explanation beyond what I've already said.
Just know this, woman. I'm fully prepared to watch the rest of these soft motherfuckers go the way of the do-do because once they do, all this land will be mine. The ugly facade of the lawman will crumble underfoot of the weak man and his domineering wife.
No longer will I sit back and watch women tell their husbands to go in and do dishes. It's sickening. And what is it that you ought to be doing for me, honey bunches? Fuck outta here.
Men, stop giving in. IF they want babies and want the hedgerow brush eaten, then they'll be left to figure that all out without us if you ever grow a pair.
Grow a set of balls, you boys.