• She does not want to be a girlfriend.
• She does not want to be a fiancée.
• She does not want to be a wife.
• She does not want to be a mother.
• She wants to be a bride.
 
• She does not want to be married.
• She only wants a wedding.
 
• She does not want a boyfriend.
• She does not want a man.
• She does not want a husband.
• She does not want a father for her kids.
• She only wants a provider.
 
• She does not want a man to love her.
• She wants a never-ending stream of men to praise and compliment her while giving her endless attention and an endless flow of men pursuing her.
• She does not want to have a family.
• She does not even want to have kids.
• She does not even want to work.
• She only wants multiple streams of income in the form of child support from multiple providers while being the center of attention in family court as a judge with higher status than the men she chose gets dominated and controlled to her delight and benefit.
 
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I wrote the above and sent it out to several of my male friends. They all laughed, and some even replied that they knew a few women who fall into this line of thought.
 
hen I started to send this out to a few of my female friends. They all responded with, “Not ALL girls are like that.”
 
One woman, who had been married for 40 years and had grandkids, took it upon herself to call me in order to berate me and correct my evil and misogynistic ways.
 
She called, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Not ALL girls are like that.”
 
I replied, “I was not writing about ALL women. I started all lines with ‘She,’ not ‘All women.’”
 
Noticing her mistake, she paused for a moment and said, “But you made it seem like all women want that.”
 
I corrected her immediately. “I did not make it seem that all women were like that. I wrote that about one girl. I did not make it seem like anything. It was you who manipulated and misinterpreted it in a way that demonized me and victimized ALL women. I am not responsible for how you interpret my writings. You are mad at me for your own thoughts based on how you see the world. I did not make you mad, you got angry on your own.”
 
She immediately said, “You could have written that in a better way.”
 
I asked her, “How could I write that in a better way? Please tell me. I am willing to hear you out so I can correct my evil ways and write something you think is better. Please give me some pointers on how to become a better writer.”
 
She simply said, “You just could have written it better.”
 
I countered, “How could I have written this better? I do not know a better way to write what I have just written. I need some clue on how to better my writing.”
 
With that, she hung up the phone, but before she did, she uttered her final judgment: “You hate ALL women.”

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How much money does a man need to make before you even consider loving him?
 
How much will your son have to earn just to be tolerated by a woman who measures his worth in dollars instead of character?
 
How fat does a man’s wallet have to be before you decide your daughter is safe in his hands, not because of who he is, but because of what he can buy?

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She rejects, mocks, and ridicules any man who approaches her, yet she depends on those approaches to feed her self-worth. Every glance, every compliment, every attempt to connect is validation that she still has value. The more men approach, the more powerful she feels. The irony is that she will even reject men she finds attractive, because turning them down boosts her sense of superiority. Her ego swells with every dismissal.
 
She hides behind predictable routines of home, work, and school, waiting for her perfect Prince Charming to seek her out, discover her, and rescue her from her own monotony. She refuses to initiate any form of relationship, convincing herself that making the first move would mean forcing something that is not “meant to be.”
 
In social settings, even when she has her eye on a man in the room, she refuses to act directly. Instead, she adjusts her clothes, flips her hair, and shifts her posture in a silent plea for attention. She treats these subtle gestures as effort, expecting him to notice, approach, and pursue. If no one does, she leaves the event irritated, blaming men for not “stepping up.”
 
She will even avoid eye contact or any gesture that might make her interest obvious. And if, by some rare chance, the man she desires approaches her and initiates contact, she still finds a reason to reject him. Maybe he spoke too soon, waited too long, stood too close, or said the wrong words. No matter the reason, she frames it as proof that he did not approach her the “right way,” preserving her throne while keeping every man beneath it.

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Over my many years, I’ve met all kinds of people.
 
I’ve met men with 2, 3, 4, 5, even 6 children. And every single one of them said the same thing.
 
“My kids are a dream to be with, but my wife is more problematic than all the kids combined”.
 
Think about that.
 
Men are saying they’d rather deal with a house full of children than one grown woman. That tells you everything you need to know.
 
Why do women suddenly snap out of nowhere.
 
Why do they demand more than any man could possibly give, yet refuse to be self-sufficient.
 
Why won’t they share when they have abundance.
 
Why do they always want more than they currently have but never do a single thing to earn it.
 
Why is everything always placed on the shoulders of a man.
 
They want the lifestyle, the luxury, the stability, but none of the responsibility.
 
It’s like overworking and underfeeding a horse until it collapses, then blaming the horse for dying.
 
They drain you, break you, destroy you, and then call you weak for not surviving it.

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Every sport in history proves without a shadow of a doubt that men can and will work as a team. They train together. They sacrifice together. They fight for a common goal without letting ego destroy the mission.
 
If that’s not enough proof for you. Look at the longest lasting bands in history.
 
The Rolling Stones: 1962 to Present
The Moody Blues: 1966 to Present
ZZ Top: 1969 to Present
Rush: 1968 to Present
Golden Earring: 1961 to Present
The Eagles: 1971 to Present
Aerosmith: 1971 to Present
U2: 1976 to Present
 
Queen
The Who
 
Countless all-male bands that stood the test of time.
 
Now look at the female bands.
 
Bananarama
The Spice Girls
The Go-Go’s
TLC
The Bangles
Destiny’s Child
 
All filled with drama. All squabbling. All breaking up.
 
But despite all this. Cops, Judges and Social Justice Warriors. Still cling to the delusion that men are the problem. That men can’t cooperate. That men are inherently toxic.
 
The evidence is right in front of them. But they choose to ignore it. Because blaming men is easier than facing the truth.

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Women sold themselves short. They traded an apron, a loyal husband, and a strong family for independence, loneliness, and a career that never ends. They gave up the chance to build a legacy for the illusion of freedom, only to grow old regretting the family they could have had while chasing a job that killed their femininity.

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Regardless of her age, marital status, or social standing, a woman will not give her love to a man unless he surpasses her in status and income. She will expect him to take on even her most basic responsibilities without question. You will often hear her say, “He is not making me happy,” placing the entire weight of her happiness on his shoulders as if her emotional state is his lifelong assignment. She sees him as a provider by default and believes it is his duty to ensure her comfort, her lifestyle, and her sense of fulfillment. In her mind, a man’s primary purpose is to pay the bills for another full grown adult.
 
It does not matter if she has one child or several from previous relationships, she assumes any man stepping into her life should want to provide for them as if they were his own. In her mind, his main role is not to build a partnership but to financially support her and another man’s offspring without complaint.
 
When she finds such a man, she will often push for marriage, not out of deep love, but to secure a lifelong contract binding him to her needs. The moment he legally commits, the dynamic shifts. Affection can fade, appreciation can vanish, and her energy turns to highlighting his flaws, whether they exist or not. Divorce then becomes a profitable exit strategy, a way to cash out on the man she once claimed to cherish.
 
Any man who obeys her every demand is not, in her mind, a “real man.” The irony is that any man who refuses to be her personal provider gets branded with the exact same insult. In her world, a man only earns respect when he sacrifices himself entirely for her benefit, and even then, it is never enough.

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Women are getting angrier, nastier, more disgusting the more feminists exist. I remember the loving, caring, giving, and sharing ways of the nurturing woman in the 1960s. Now they are commanding, demanding, vicious, and violent.
 
What man wants to work hard for a woman who shits on him when the day is over?

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Over my lifetime I have spoken to many corrections officers, both men and women, from New York City, New York State, New Jersey, New Hampshire, Arizona, and California. One truth stands out without question. The men in prison are violent and dangerous, and the worst of them end up featured on television shows about maximum security nightmares. But the women, according to every officer I have spoken with, are a different breed entirely, nasty, filthy, manipulative, and disgusting in ways that make violence look almost straightforward by comparison.
 
Every officer I have spoken to has told me they would rather work in a men’s prison than a women’s. In a men’s facility you know what you are dealing with. Violence is open, visible, and predictable. But in a women’s prison the filth is not just physical, it is mental. It is constant scheming, constant drama, constant attempts to weaponize lies and manipulation. The danger is not just in fists and blades, it is in the games they play to ruin anyone they can reach.
 
When seasoned officers, hardened by years inside the walls, tell you they prefer the company of male inmates over female ones, it should tell you everything you need to know about the reality of female behavior when the masks come off.

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When you’re in a relationship with a woman, you’re not just dealing with her. You’re dealing with an entire network of people, each with their own hidden agendas.
 
Your girlfriend secretly wants your best friend.
 
One of your friends wants your girlfriend.
 
Your girlfriend has a “guy friend” who’s her backup plan, sitting in the “friend zone,” just waiting for his shot. You’re supposed to accept this without question, but if you have a casual lunch with a female coworker, it’s World War III.
 
At her job, there’s a guy she secretly likes. Another guy at work likes her, and she tells you about him, not as a warning, but as a way to remind you she has options.
 
Then there’s her fat, ugly, single “best friend” who despises you. Why? Because you took her emotional crutch away. That friend can’t attract a man of her own, so she leeches off your girlfriend’s desirability to get noticed. Your girlfriend keeps her around because standing next to that blob makes her feel more attractive.
 
One of her other friends is quietly in love with you, resenting the man she pretends to care for. This friend, along with the fat one, is always working behind the scenes to break you and your girlfriend apart. They both have something to gain from your relationship failing.
 
Then there’s the guy your girlfriend flirts with and leads on just enough to keep him orbiting, using him as a pawn to spark jealousy in you. She dreams of you fighting over her, proving your worth by chasing her drama. That, to her, is exciting.
 
And every time you call this out, you’ll hear the same tired line:
 
“Not all women are like that.”
 
But every time, the pattern repeats.

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Women today demand on a level that has no precedent. Their wants, needs, and desires are so inflated they exist only in fantasy. It is not enough for a man to like them. It is not enough for him to love them. She wants a version of love so grand it has never existed in her life or anyone else’s. She wants her man obsessed with her, proving it every moment of every day under any condition. She will test him relentlessly. Her definition of unconditional love is this: “Love me even after I’ve kicked you in the balls.”
 
Explain to her that real love is forged over years, not found in some instant mix, and she will accuse you of trying to escape your “duty” to love her and pass all her tests. At that point she will placate you, keep you on the hook, and quietly scan the horizon for her next man to start the process over again.
 
She will pile on more demands for her “performing monkey” but never give direct instructions. She will only drop hints. The same woman who parrots the line “communication is key” will be the very one who sabotages it by speaking in riddles.
 
To her, you are just a resource, a temporary branch to cling to while she searches for the next one. Replacing you is effortless. All she needs to do is spin a one-sided sob story about your “abuse” and the new man will believe it without question. He will puff himself up as her savior while she revels in his blind protection.
 
When she finally finds a man who can decipher her unspoken demands and contort himself to meet them all, she will squeeze him dry just like the last. The only difference is he will think he’s special, until she decides he’s not.

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I hate when women call men pigs while surrounding themselves with the worst this society has to offer. Ever wonder why almost every man in prison has one or two kids with one or two women, while the hardworking guy flipping burgers at McDonald’s to pay for college gets labeled a sucker?
 
I hate it even more when men call men pigs. Are these men talking about themselves? Or were they raised by a single mother who only told them one side of the story, painting their father as a pig to cover her own choices?
 
Here’s the truth. Men are hardworking, selfless individuals who will risk their lives running into a burning building to save a stranger, while the mother of a child trapped inside screams, “Somebody do something!”
 
Men invent, improve, repair, build, explore, innovate, protect, and provide. Pigs don’t do that.
 
What do women do? They get pregnant, wait to be fed, and complain in the meantime. Pigs can do that too.

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I was talking to a girl about men hitting women. She said the usual line, “A man should never ever hit a woman no matter what.”
 
So I asked her, “If you and I were walking down the street and, out of nowhere, a big strong woman starts beating you senseless without provocation, what should I do? Should I pull out my phone and call the cops or should I use my fists?”
 
Her face said it all. She had no answer. She started rambling with lines like, “But I didn’t do anything to her,” and “You could convince her to stop.”
 
I just nodded and said, “Exactly. I’ll stand back and ask her nicely to stop. That will fix everything.”
 
The mental gymnastics were unreal.

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If a man cheats,
Bad man, poor woman.
 
If a woman cheats,
“She must have had a reason.”
“He wasn’t doing enough to keep her happy.”
Result: Divorce him, take half his net worth, take the house, take the kids, make him pay for both lawyers.
 
If a man hits a woman,
Bad man! No excuse! Arrest him.
 
If a woman hits a man,
“He must have done something to deserve it.”
“She had a reason.”
 
If a man files for divorce,
Bad man.
He must pay.
Take half his wealth, take half his future income, take his kids.
 
If a woman files for divorce,
He must be the bad guy.
He must pay.
Take half his wealth, take half his future income, take his kids.

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Make no mistake. It is not men who choose women, it is women who choose men. A man can chase endlessly, but the final decision is always hers. She selects for use, not for love. If she wants your provisions, she will bait you along. Unless you are rich enough to have women competing for your attention, the power of choice is never yours.
 
She will select the man who fits her current temporary need. She may want citizenship, so she targets a man she can control. She may want housing or a job, so she hunts for a man who will provide it. She may even marry, not out of loyalty, but to secure her position until the man of her real dreams steps into view.
 
A woman never refuses provisions. If you hand them over freely, she will take them without shame. What she extracts always outweighs what she returns. Her loyalty is not to you, it is to her survival. The moment you stop providing is the moment she stops pretending. The moment another man offers more is the moment she pivots without hesitation.
 
Her promises are temporary, her devotion conditional, her respect an illusion. She smiles while she calculates, embraces while she plans, whispers love while her eyes search for the next advantage. A man who forgets this truth sets himself up for betrayal.
 
What she calls partnership is ownership. She does not want balance; she wants control. The man who provides becomes the man who obeys. The man who obeys becomes the man who is discarded. The cycle never ends because her hunger never ends.
 
The provider believes he is loved, but he is only tolerated. He believes he is chosen for who he is, but he is chosen for what he gives. She does not fall for the man; she falls for the benefits. And when those benefits fade, so does her loyalty.
 
The man who understands this refuses to be baited. He does not give blindly. He does not mistake transaction for devotion. He sees her choices for what they are: survival strategies, not love.
 
Once a man gives his strength away, he ceases to be her man. He becomes her resource, her tool, her stepping stone, he’s only a provider to her.

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Why the hell are there so many females heading up the Fathers’ Rights movement? That makes no GOD damn sense.
 
I started this account to empower men and to shatter the angelic delusions men still hold about women.
 
I post more truth in a day than any so called Mens’ or Fathers’ Rights group combined. I never asked for money. I’m just one man.
 
They are entire organizations full of male followers being led by Judas Goat females straight to the slaughter.
 
I built my own group, Men Only. I only friend men, no females.
 
And don’t get it twisted. I’ve complimented women when it’s deserved. I’ve posted videos of great women. I do not hate strong, powerful, intelligent, creative women. I wish they all were that way.
 
But what I actually see are bossy, vicious, vindictive, money grubbing whores. Women who take pleasure in leading men by the nose and cutting them down.
 
There was one of them who had her kid’s face on her profile. No doubt a single mom who bailed on the father. And now she wants pity for the new man in her life, a man whose wife walked out on him too.
 
That same woman is now an admin. She deleted one of my posts.
 
And that right there is the problem.

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There is absolutely a formula for predicting when a woman will separate from her man. It is not based on feelings, romance, or fate, it is a timeline driven by cold calculation and self interest.
 
• If there are no children between them, she will leave within three years. That is the limit of her patience when there is nothing binding her to him.
 
• If there are children, she will wait until the youngest is four or five years old before ending it. This is when the dependency stage is over and her need for the man as a provider begins to feel optional.
 
• If the relationship survives beyond that point, you may have one of the rare ones who values commitment, but understand that rarity is not the rule.
 
• If a woman divorces her husband after seven or eight years, you can almost guarantee there are at least two children involved. The timeline matches the stage where she has secured the family she wanted and now feels free to leave.
 
I have never seen this pattern written anywhere, yet I have seen it play out again and again for decades. The variables change, the excuses vary, but the equation remains the same. It is not an accident, it is not random, and it is not love. It is strategy.

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You want me to feed you, clothe you, entertain you, and pamper you on every level while I protect you with my life, no matter if you’re right or wrong. And if I don’t satisfy your endless wants, needs, and desires on command, you believe you have the right to take everything I’ve worked for my entire life, even what I earned before I met you. I’m expected to beg, grovel, and bribe you with expensive jewelry, overpriced food, and extravagant dates just to earn the privilege of being your servant.
 
I’m holding out for a better offer.

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In 2007 I met a woman named Melissa at a political venue while supporting a presidential candidate. She lived close to me and came from the same small European country as I did. Married since 1980, which I naively thought made her safe. Back then I believed women fell into only two categories, those who love their families and those who do not. I had not yet learned how wrong I was.
 
We attended political conferences together, rode the New York City subway, traveled with groups to Washington DC, New Hampshire, Philadelphia, and other cities. She was friendly with some of my other friends, so she was always in the mix. Eventually I met her husband and learned she had three children. He was a decent man. Which made what came later all the more revealing.
 
One day I saw her lecturing a group of younger women, telling them to marry for money, to find a man who could keep them comfortable. She said it like it was a fact of nature, not advice. I should have seen it as her playbook, but I let it slide.
 
She once bragged about faking arguments to see where people go. That was not a quirk, it was a loyalty test. She was measuring weaknesses, looking for exits. I called her on it, asked her how long she faked them, what kind of arguments, and what the point was. She dropped it.
 
Years passed. Calls went from monthly to twice a year. We rarely crossed paths. Then COVID hit and suddenly she was calling every week. We talked about keeping our families safe, about surviving without work, about riding out the storm.
 
At the end of the COVID scare I told her about an argument with my nephew that made me cancel my offer to buy his two kids houses. She ignored the family issue and asked if I really had that kind of money. I said yes, because I am not married.
 
Soon after, she asked me to set up her new computer. I offered to do it remotely, but she claimed she did not trust the remote software. She wanted me at her apartment. I went. She cooked dinner. Her husband came home, we exchanged pleasantries. I suspected nothing.
 
Then one day she told me I should find someone to share my life with, that I needed a companion. Women sometimes say this as a way of hinting they want you to pick them without saying it directly. I did not see this at that time. I told her I had been single for 25 years, divorced, and happy. Every woman I had been with either found a reason to leave or acted like such a child I had to walk away. I said I wanted no part of it.
 
She pressed. I said no, I do not want to be anyone’s boyfriend. Not mama’s boyfriend, not grandma’s boyfriend. I will not fund a fully grown adult who refuses to support herself. She kept pushing. I said no, I am not doing this.
 
She said, “You picked the wrong ones.” I said she was right. I do pick the wrong ones. That is why I do not pick anymore. Her tone shifted. She changed the subject to politics but took a position I had never heard her take. I questioned her. We argued. She accused me of not liking her, called me a false friend, and hung up. She never called again.
 
It hit me immediately,this was her fake argument trick. Months later I heard her husband was about to retire, and his salary would drastically be reduced. Friends also asked why I had “made a move” on her. At 61, with her at 68, I had no interest. But I have seen this move before.
 
Women make advances, and when rejected, they reverse the story. I have seen it since I was ten. In my teens, mothers of friends hit on me, and when I refused, they told their kids to stay away from me. Girlfriends’ mothers have tried it. It is the same playbook. Turn the man into the aggressor when he says no.
 
The only thing that changed between me and Melissa was that she learned I had money. She thought I would break up her family to spend it on her. That was never going to happen. But like any monkey swinging through the trees, she was already searching for her next branch before letting go of the one she was on.

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I had a girlfriend who went to an out of state college after we had been dating for almost eight months. We had known each other for a year before we started the relationship. I had already been in college for two years but dropped out a year before she began. I asked her if she wanted to end things when she left, but she said no. During her first year away, I visited her every month, and she even convinced me to restart my education at her college.
 
I applied, got accepted, and was set to start in September. At the end of her semester, we found an apartment together for the new school year. I paid the first month’s rent and the deposit for both of us.
 
That summer was great, we spent time together and talked about our future living together while attending school.
 
When September came, we packed and prepared to move. Out of nowhere, she called me from our apartment, saying she had arrived early to get it ready.
 
Two days later, I arrived to find the locks changed. She came to the door wearing another man’s shirt and handed me an envelope with the money I had paid for rent and deposit. She told me it was time to break up.
 
Inside, a shirtless man sat drinking beer and watching TV. My first reaction was rage, I wanted to lash out, but growing up in a rough neighborhood taught me that violence would not fix anything.
 
Now I was in a new city on the first day of school with nowhere to stay. I found a last minute spot in an expensive dorm across the street. I stayed there for a year and never saw her again.

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I remember in the 1970s a documentary on prostitution in New York City. The women said they charged $100 an hour.
 
In the 1980s when I was working the nightclub scene in New York, the rate was still $100 an hour.
 
By the late 1990s, a friend told me he was paying $70 to $80 an hour.
 
In August 2019, a man told me the going rate was about $50 an hour.
 
At first glance you might think the price has dropped $50 in 50 years, but you’d be wrong. Adjusted for inflation, $100 in the 1970s equals $661 today. That is a 92% drop in value.
 
Factor in supply and demand and the picture is even clearer, back then, women selling sex were scarce, which drove the price up. Today, there are so many of them willing to sell it that the price has collapsed. What does that tell you about the women of today?

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I was working in this large government agency in NYC in the computer lab with a female coworker. She was OK, maybe because I kept my distance from her.
 
We needed an assistant and hired a man that was just let go from Montclair State University. You see, his previous manageress and part time tyrant called him useless every chance she had. I remember the first day he showed up for work in his tie and white shirt, I told him to dress down. The computer lab was in a remote building far away from anyone ever seeing us. The next day he showed up in khakis and a dress shirt, I insisted that he dress down further. After all, I was in jeans and a teeshirt every day. By his third day, he was wearing jeans.
 
I quickly knew that this job was way below his capabilities and told him so before the end of his first week. The look of shock on his face was a combination of “Is he going to fire me because I’m over qualified?” and “I never thought I was so valuable.”
 
Needless to say, we bonded instantly. He introduced me to an “Open Source” programming language and we would talk about relationships and our respective single moms. It was amazing how his psycho mom was so much like mine in many ways.
 
As luck would have it, a few short months later, my manager was fired by the project leader and upper management was upset that the project leader didn’t hire a replacement before firing my manager. With a little quick thinking, the project manager said he did hire someone for my manager’s job. Now my assistant became my manager.
 
I was OK with his new position, he had to dress the part and deal with the real idiots, the executives. He immediately apologized for his quick promotion and I laughed, congratulating him for doing a job I would have refused. Over the years, we had a very great friend manager relationship. He politely did his job and I respected his position all while being friends.
 
Years went by and the project ended. I went my way and he went his. He ended up working for this technology firm starting salary $240,000 a year plus bonus and stock options. This was a far cry from useless his previous manager would have him believe.
 
The funny part of the story is that his previous manager in MSU got fired herself and moved back to Ohio where she is the assistant manager of a local supermarket.

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What if child support was a fixed monthly payment, scaled by the age of the child, not by how much the father earns? What if both parents were required to live within 60 miles of each other, making it impossible for one parent to weaponize distance and alienation? What if both parents were legally bound to split health and education costs 50 50, no excuses?
 
Now ask yourself, why does a woman feel entitled to re sue a man for $35,000 more per month because he increased his own wealth? Since when did child support become a lifestyle upgrade for the mother? You do not need a millionaire’s salary to pay for Pilates lessons for a kid. That is greed, plain and simple.
 
What if false allegations of abuse, assault, or harassment were punished by the maximum prison sentence of the crime falsely accused? The court system would be a ghost town. Fabricated victimhood would evaporate overnight.
 
Do you think feminists will agree to this? Absolutely not. It removes their biggest weapon, the ability to profit from victim narratives, exploit family courts, and destroy men without consequences.
 
As for me, I support this idea 100 percent. Accountability is not misogyny. Fairness is not oppression. Equality means both sides bleed the same when they lie.

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I hate when women of today say men are the problem but here’s something to think about.
 
Women today think that 90% of men are below average.
 
Women of today think that the following men are the problem
 
…men under 6 feet tall.
 
…men that earn under $200k per year.
 
…men that are not pleasing them all the time.
 
…men that are pleasing them all the time.
 
…men not pursuing them every day.
 
…men pursuing them every day.
 
…men not giving them everything they want.
 
…men giving them everything they want.
 
…men that are too masculine.
 
…men that are too feminine.
 
…men that are too strict.
 
…men that are too nice.
 
…men that work too much.
 
…men that don’t work enough.
 
…men that are too aggressive.
 
…men that are not aggressive enough.
 
…men that love them too much.
 
…men that don’t love them enough.
 
…men that give them too much attention.
 
…men that don’t give them enough attention.
 
Should I keep on?
 
Women of today think that men are the problem, always.
 
Have you ever met a woman that said that they were the fault of their last breakup?

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“Classy women don’t lie. Weave is a lie, make-up is a lie, waist trainers are a lie, spanks are a lie, girdles are a lie. Stop lying.
 
You must dress like a woman: skirts, skirts and more skirts. Skirts and dresses.
 
Get rid of the flip-flops. Get rid of the sandals and dress like a grown up woman.
 
Get rid of the yoga pants and anything that shows your natural *ss. Get rid of things that show your midriff or your stomach.
 
We don’t need to see all of that, that’s for your man.”
 
-Kevin Samuels
“The Godfather”

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