Month: November 2025

After my divorce and after September 11th, I became so depressed that I never left my apartment for years. Eventually, a friend took pity on me and signed me up as a phone psychic. I laughed and told him I wasn’t a psychic. He said all I had to do was tell people what they wanted to hear. I told him that in order to tell someone what they wanted to hear, I’d have to know them first. He laughed and told me I was overthinking it.
 
So I started, and before long I was in the top thirty out of over ten thousand psychics on the platform. I learned quickly that ninety five percent of my callers were women and four percent were gay men with the same female mindset. The one question they always asked, every single time, was, “Does he love me?” Narcissistic women live for that question. They take no responsibility for their own reasoning. They expect someone else to hand them their answers.
 
Before long, I had a complete script ready before they even spoke. I would tell them the spirits said they were loving, caring, giving, and sharing all the time, and they never took time for themselves. I’d tell them to pamper themselves with a manicure, pedicure, facial, and massage because they deserved it. What woman would hang up at $6.99 a minute?
 
Then I’d tell them there were two main men in their life, one pushing toward them who they didn’t want, and another drifting away. They’d always agree. The one they didn’t want was their husband or boyfriend. The one drifting away was the man they actually wanted. Reading simple minds is easy.
 
On April 7, 2003, I got a call from a woman in upstate New York. She spoke in a whisper about a man named Russell that she was in love with. She asked if Russell loved her and if he’d received her letters. I told her yes, and that he carried one of her letters in his pocket every day. She was thrilled.
 
She told me it was Russell’s birthday, that she was channeling energy to him in New Zealand, and that he was getting married that day. I had a gut feeling she was talking about Russell Crowe. I Googled his name. Sure enough, it was his birthday and he was getting married.
 
So I told her that minutes before he walked down the aisle, he read her letter and placed it in his inside jacket pocket next to his heart. She sighed and moaned with every detail. I described him like his character Maximus from Gladiator, strong, honorable, fearless, a leader of men. She ate up every word.
 
I could not believe a woman in her mid forties was pining over a man she’d never met, paying $420 an hour for a stranger to tell her lies about someone he didn’t know. This went on for more than an hour until her money ran out. Over the next few months she called several more times, still clinging to the fantasy and pushing away any real man in her life.
 
I should probably tweet this to Russell Crowe with my apologies. @RussellCrowe

I was waiting in line for the bathroom at Starbucks in midtown Manhattan. I was second in line and in front of me was a cute, well dressed girl carrying an expensive handbag. The bathroom door opened and a Starbucks employee came out with a broom, dustpan, and spray bottle, signaling it had just been cleaned.
 
She went in. A short time later I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, and the hand dryer blow. Then she came out.
 
I went in, locked the door, and immediately noticed a wad of toilet paper on the floor between the toilet and the wall. I put on my glasses to inspect the seat and was amazed to see droplets of urine on both sides of it.
 
They say men are filthy and pee on the seat. The truth is, women hover and spray the sides. The question is, if you are going to hover, why not lift the seat first?

A fifty seven year old business acquaintance of mine, who once worked as a domestic violence counselor, decided to lecture me about all the supposed disservices I was doing to myself by being single. He even asked me, “What do you do?” meaning for sex. Then he crossed the line further and asked if I masturbated often. I looked at him and asked, “Why is my genitalia on your mind?” That shut him up on that topic, but he kept preaching about how great his life was with “the right woman.” He had only met her about six years earlier, when he was in his early fifties and she in her early forties.
 
She lived in Los Angeles with their son, age five, while he bounced between there and New York City. I had seen him call his wife for permission to do things in NYC. I never want to live like that, asking permission to live my life. I had seen him hang up after speaking to her and complain that she treated him like a child. That is not my idea of a great time. If he was late calling her, she tore into him. Again, not something I would ever tolerate.
 
After chewing my ear off, he started talking about his past counseling work, how he used to counsel men in prison for things like pushing their wife’s face into a grease fryer. He wanted to convince me that men were the problem, that men were mean and abusive. He talked about his wife’s ex husband and how “abusive” he was. The look on his face was priceless when I told him that one side of a story does not make a conclusion. I told him that his view of men as inherently mean is just the flip side of women only choosing vicious and violent men, the same way a lioness seeks the most vicious lion in the wild.
 
He shifted slightly, talking about domestic violence laws. He said that even a simple argument could be labeled domestic violence if, during it, the man walked closer to a perceived weapon. His example was a man arguing with his wife and walking past a gun cabinet on his way to the bedroom. Or sitting near a butter knife. Or leaning toward a broomstick. Any of these, he said, could escalate the situation into a domestic violence charge. I told him I had no interest in living under a system where one wrong move in an argument could put me in prison.
 
Three years later, I heard the update. The “love of his life” had been cheating on him with another woman. He later learned that “his son” was not his, but he refused to believe it and never took a DNA test. Eventually, his wife turned on him, had him arrested for domestic violence, and showed up with bruises and a black eye. He swore he never touched her, but she was granted an order of protection. He finally got proof that the boy wasn’t his, but it didn’t matter. He was still ordered to pay child support for a child that was not his, while his ex lived in the house he had to keep paying the mortgage on.
 
Too bad I haven’t seen him since our last conversation. I could have told him this story years before it happened, because I have seen it play out over and over again.

When a woman says, “I want a man who can keep up with me,” what she really means is that she plans to keep raising her self worth higher and higher, and that man is expected to exceed her at every stage, in ways no man realistically can. If she is masculine, she demands a man who is even more masculine than she is, yet feminine energy is drawn to masculine energy. That contradiction is exactly why she ends up attracting weak, feminine men, and then resenting them for it.
 
Vhen a woman says she wants someone to keep up with her, understand this, if her net worth increases, and it will, because you are paying for everything while she saves her money, she will leave you. The moment she believes she has outgrown you, she is gone.
 
When a woman wins the lottery, she will break up her family without hesitation, no matter how hard her children cry. When a man wins the lottery, he shares it with his family and builds something bigger. Men want their children to have a better life than they dia. Women do not want anyone around them who has a better life than they do, so they cut you down to restore their sense of control.
 
Like that line from the Pink Floyd song,”Mama’s gonna make all your nightmares come true,” that is not just a lyric, it is a warning.

Women use false accusations because there is virtually no accountability for them.
 
Far too few are charged, fewer still are tried, and even when convicted the sentences are a joke compared to the destruction they cause. A man can lose his career, his freedom, his reputation, his relationships, and in many cases his will to live, while the woman who lied often walks away untouched.
 
This is why due process and the rule of law must be followed. Sexual assault is a horrific crime, but false accusations are equally devastating. Both destroy lives.
 
Here are just a few examples, a fraction of the hundreds of documented cases I have compiled, each one backed by evidence and linked to public reports.
 
Heartbroken mother of a teen who killed himself after a withdrawn rape allegation found hanged at her home,
The family of grief stricken Karin Cheshire, 55, said she could not see a future without her son Jay, Cheshire, 17, took his own life after being falsely accused of rape,
 
USC ignored evidence that a female student invented a rape claim to avoid being fired, appeals court rules,
 
One of Brett M. Kavanaugh’s accusers admitted she fabricated her story to derail his Supreme Court confirmation,
 
A boy’s life destroyed after girls admitted they lied simply because they did not like him,
 
Woman lied about rape because her date did not drive her home,
 
Drunk seductress, 36, forced herself on a 14 year old boy, then accused him of rape when he reported her, she was jailed for just over four years,
 
Woman claimed a cop raped her, then body cam footage proved it was a lie,
 
Student filed a fake gang rape case after missing a university exam, let off with only a warning,
 
Mother lost custody after filing ten false abuse reports against the father,
 
Woman claimed her ex fiancé hit her, but surveillance video showed her striking herself to fake the injuries,
 
Two students hooked up consensually, weeks later she changed her story, triggering a Title IX case that cost him $12,000 to defend,
 
Mohali woman filed over 30 false rape complaints in four years,
 
Rohtak boys falsely accused, proven innocent, demand the media clear their names,
 
Jilted ex falsely accused a man of rape, text messages proved she lied,
 
Connor Fitzgerald, 19, lost his job over a false rape claim, his accuser bragged about ruining his life,
 
Woman accused six men of rape, later proven false, collected $2,000 from a program for “victims,”
 
Man took his own life after a fake rape claim, his last words, “I’m free from this living hell,”
 
Weston man cleared of rape after an 11 month nightmare,
 
False accuser retracts claim against a community leader,
 
Middlebury College student describes the hell of a false rape allegation,
 
Mother drugged her own children to frame their father for abuse,
 
Woman who accused men of abuse before robbing their homes arrested again,
 
Woman lied about being abducted and raped, pleads guilty to faking evidence,
 
Canadian woman charged with public mischief for fabricating a sexual assault claim,
 
Lawyer apologizes for falsely accusing a state trooper of rape,
 
Two girls arrested for filing a fake rape complaint to extort money,
 
Father of two spent eight months in jail after police withheld evidence proving his innocence,
 
Woman arrested for trying to frame a man for rape in Uttar Pradesh,
 
Case collapses after police failed to investigate 30,000 Facebook pages tied to the accuser,
 
This is the reality, false accusations are a weapon. A weapon with no real consequence for the one who uses it, and a death sentence for the one it is aimed at.