I was out with a group of politicians in a bar one night when one of them started talking about how dirty politics is. He admitted he was constantly cheating on his wife. He said his opponent found out and threatened to use it against him. To handle this, he confessed all his infidelities to his wife.
Then he bragged about how many times he cheated and with whom. He said, “Everybody cheats.”
I looked at him and said I have never cheated on a girlfriend or my wife. He looked at me in disbelief, so I confirmed my point again. Then he asked how I managed that.
I asked him a series of questions:
Did you want your mother to cheat on your father?
Did you want your father to cheat on your mother?
Do you want your wife to cheat on you?
Do you want your daughter to cheat on her husband once married?
Do you want your daughter’s husband to cheat on her?
Do you want your son to cheat on his wife?
Do you want your son’s wife to cheat on him?
He answered “No” to all.
I told him, “It’s easy not to cheat. Just don’t do what you don’t want others to do.”
I also told him women love cheaters and married men because they are easy to blackmail afterward.
So you want a man who will kill for you or die for you.
You want him to break his back working day and night just so you can eat well dress nice live in comfort and bathe in gifts you didn’t earn.
He’s your provider your butler your emotional tampon your therapist your punching bag. You expect him to fix your broken soul like that’s part of his job description. If you’re unhappy he’s to blame. If you’re miserable it’s because he failed. You take zero responsibility for your own life.
When he gets home from working himself into the grave you hand him your Honey Do List. A list of demands. A list of chores. A list of unpaid labor you won’t touch because your hands were too busy getting manicured with his money. You had time for your spa day your massage your girls’ brunch. But no time to lift a damn finger around the house.
And while he’s sweating over a leaky sink or broken cabinet you’re on the phone ordering food with his money because your feminism has evolved into full-blown laziness. Cooking is sexist now. Cleaning is beneath you.
He needs your permission to see his friends while you go out whenever you want. If he questions your freedom you label him controlling and start texting your divorce lawyer behind his back. You treat loyalty like oppression and his boundaries like abuse.
If he cheats and in your world that includes looking at a waitress or replying “thank you” to a woman’s compliment you burn his life to the ground. You take his kids his home his paycheck. You turn child support into vanity money and alimony into your personal lifestyle fund. The kids become bargaining chips you weaponize.
But when you cheat it’s his fault. He didn’t love you right. He didn’t give enough. He didn’t make you feel like a goddess every second of the day. You justify your betrayal then sue him for everything he built. You give his children to a stranger and pretend he’s the new father because your ego thinks it’s a queen that hands out titles.
You want a man to spend hundreds on dates hundreds on gifts and thousands on a ring. After bleeding him dry you want a wedding that costs more than his annual salary. And when he’s drowning in debt just to please you you still look down on him like he’s lucky to have you.
You want him to get down on one knee like a slave and beg for the right to serve you forever. Holding a diamond ransom to buy your fake affection. You want a servant not a husband.
No thanks.
Find another brain-dead ATM who thinks servitude is romance. Another spineless wallet who’ll jump through hoops while you size up your next upgrade.
Women hate men. They do not love men. They love a man’s wealth, his labor, his usefulness. They have disrespected, dismissed, and degraded men their entire lives. Then, after they have two or three kids from different men, three or four abortions, and a catalog of STDs, suddenly they want a man again, but only to fix things around the house. Why? Because they are too cheap to pay someone, and too stupid to do it themselves. Once the job is done, they throw you out. You were never wanted. You were just a temporary tool.
I have been single now for 23 years. My wife left me, cheated on me, stole from me, and lied to me. And every time I mention it, the female collective answers with the same tired lines:
1. You picked the wrong one
2. You let her steal from you
3. You hate women
And the all time favorite:
Not all women are like that.
To which I respond:
Not all bees sting. Not all alligators eat people. Not all bears attack. But I am not sticking my hand out to test the odds.
Women hate men. I have been pointing that out for 40 years, and every time I say it, they call me a woman hater.
I had a caller that was very adamant about her intentions to leave her husband after 20 years, but in order to do that, she needed to find another man to latch on. She would call me from time to time asking me about every new man she met. She told her son, daughter and best friend of her intentions. She went in internet chat rooms (2002) to find men that will do her will and make her life a paradise.
One day she called me about a man in France that invited her to go there and live with him. He promised her the sun, moon and everything in between.
I almost begged her not to go. She told me that her 11 year old daughter cried and begged her not to leave, but she bought a ticket to France to meet the man that she knew nothing about.
The next call I received from her was her in France, telling me that the man never showed up. She was shocked that I was right about what I told her. But she asked again if I thought the man would show up. I told her it would not be likely.
She spent a month in France, with the money she took from her husband, then went home. When she arrived, she was shocked at the reception she received from her family. She called me, and was ponderous as to why they would not be happy that she returned.
A few days past and she called, asking why her family was distancing themselves from her. She even told me that her best friend didn’t return her calls. She then saw the credit card bills and noticed a few purchases from Victoria’s Secret while she was in France.
In short, she kicked her support system in the crotch and wondered why he didn’t support her afterwards. Now she wanted me to help her get back with her husband and get him to break it off with her ex best friend, so she could continue her search. All for $6.99 per minute.
There are women out there now calling themselves antifeminists, proudly claiming they were once hardcore feminists before they “saw the light.” They parade themselves as repentant insiders, as if that gives them moral authority to speak against the beast they helped create. Do not be fooled. These are the same women who once thrived on attention, poisoning the culture with their vile demands, pushing the war on men further every year. Now they have simply switched lanes, jumping from the feminist highway to the antifeminist bandwagon, still chasing the same drug, attention.
They loudly denounce their feminist past, the last 60 years of their own ideology, yet they reject any return to proven traditional roles that worked for centuries. They are not looking for stability or balance. They are looking for a new way to control the direction of society without admitting that they were the architects of its destruction. In the past, women like them wanted the world to bend to their demands. Now that their demands have rotted the foundation, they want the world to try a new experiment, undefined, untested, and still under their control.
They will never accept the truth that the most functional society is one where people are left alone to live as they choose, without ideological engineering. That is not good enough for them because it means surrendering their grip on power.
So I ask, where do you want to go? Do you want to take a road planned by someone who has already led you into a ditch and trust them to choose the next route? Do you want to waste decades walking blind into another failed social experiment? As for me, I will not follow them, I will not walk the path of those who destroyed what worked, and I will not dictate where another man should go. I am going my own way, and I will burn every bridge they try to build to pull me back under their control.
“When a woman and male feminists, can’t present a cogent argument based in facts, statistics or logic they resort to Shame, Insult, Guilt and the Need to be right (S.I.G.N.Language)”
She will use every weapon in her arsenal to force you into commitment. She will shame you, pressure you, make demands, manipulate you, and rally her friends and family to corner you. In some cases, she will even use her own kids to push you into submission.
But commitment is always one way. You commit to her. She will never commit to you.
Women are not obsessed with money itself. They are instinctually drawn to power. Money is simply the easiest way to measure that power.
Women marry for status.
A friend of mine owns six McDonald’s restaurants in upstate New York. He is a multi-millionaire with a constant stream of income. Yet for years he couldn’t find a woman who would stay interested in him.
Why? Because women don’t marry based on the depth of a man’s success. They marry based on the surface level appearance of status.
A woman would rather attach herself to a mediocre doctor or a struggling lawyer than to a man who owns multiple fast food franchises, no matter how wealthy or powerful he is behind the scenes.
It’s not about success. It’s about the image she can display to others.
Women have the nerve to call men lazy for not approaching them, but what they refuse to face is the truth, men are not lazy, they are observant. Men assessed the climate and saw the hostility. They saw the disdain. They saw how much modern women resent men at their core. So they made the smartest move possible, they stopped playing the rigged game.
Men are not sitting around out of apathy. For years, they approached women with good intentions, with courage, with sincerity. And what did they get? Insulted, mocked, publicly humiliated. Branded as creeps for simply saying hello. Disrespected for not being tall enough, rich enough, confident enough, or just plain lucky enough to meet impossible standards built on delusion.
Then came the realization. Men finally saw the pattern. Women did not care about men as human beings. They did not care about character, effort, or values. What they wanted, what they still want, is a man’s money, his status, his resources. The mission was never love or partnership. It was exploitation. The relationship was never mutual. It was transactional, and one-sided.
So men stopped. After twenty years of being told “leave us alone,” they finally listened. Women screamed about independence. They paraded around chanting they do not need men, they do not want men, they are strong without them. Men got the message. They exited the dating marketplace. They went silent. They stepped away. And now? Now those same women are seething, calling men lazy for doing exactly what women demanded, staying away. They want men to return just to humiliate them again. Just to have another punching bag for their insecurities.
Women have devolved into something unrecognizable. The entitlement, the disrespect, the narcissism, it has reached such extremes that even lesbians are tapping out. That is not an exaggeration. Lesbians are going back to men, not because they love men, but because they are disgusted by the way women treat each other. Let that sink in. When even women cannot stand women, it is time to stop pretending this is just a few bad apples.
And while men are no strangers to denial, they have at least been forced to confront their faults. But women? The mirror is their enemy. Accountability is a foreign language. Growth is impossible when you believe you are always right. A woman cannot change what she refuses to acknowledge. And most would rather drown in delusion than admit they were ever wrong.
As I have always said, “We ALL learn and grow from our mistakes, but a woman is never wrong.” We all make mistakes in life, those who face them evolve. And women, most of them would rather point fingers, shift blame, and play the victim forever than take one honest look inward. And that is why so many of them never grow.
When I told the women in my life what my ex wife did to me, they would sooner or later turn it around to blame me, then spread rumors that I hated all women. It never ceased to amaze me. Why would every woman I spoke to about my ex immediately blame me, then claim I hated all women, when I was talking about the actions of one? It made no sense.
Over time, I started telling women about my divorce just to watch them blame me for her bad behavior and accuse me of being a woman hater. They blamed me for choosing her, faulted me for “allowing” her to cheat and steal my money. That is like blaming a homeowner for “allowing” burglars to rob the house.
These same women would march on Washington DC if anyone suggested that even one woman was raped because she “allowed” it to happen. The hypocrisy was staggering.
I got so tired of their reactions that I began lying about why I was no longer married. I started saying my ex wife had died, thinking I would finally get nothing more than a “Sorry for your loss” and maybe a question or two.
Wrong. Some women gave me dirty looks and outright accused me of killing her. Others said their condolences, then later told people they “knew” I killed her. No matter what I said, they found a way to turn it into an accusation.
I began calling this phenomenon “The Female Collective,” after The Borg Collective from Star Trek. It was like every woman operated under a shared code, all women are faultless, all men are guilty, and no investigation is ever needed before blaming the man.
Whenever they heard a news story about a woman killing a man, they instantly decided it was his fault.
I see the same warped thinking in politics. If you criticize Barack Hussein Obama, you hate all black people. If Donald J. Trump wants to build a wall on the Mexican border or temporarily ban immigration from seven countries, he is labeled a hater of all Mexicans, Muslims, and immigrants. If he insults one woman, Rosie O’Donnell, they claim he hates all women.
This isn’t logic. This is tribalism weaponized into automatic condemnation.
Have you ever noticed when you ask a girl her name her first instinct is to say, “I have a boyfriend”?
That flips the script instantly. Now you are the one scrambling to explain yourself. Now you are on the defensive. Not a pretty sight.
Well, today I was talking to this female bartender when she hit me with the classic, “What sort of work do you do?”
I looked at her and said, “Sorry, I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”
The shock on her face was priceless. Suddenly she was the one backpedaling. She was the one trying to explain herself. She was the one scrambling to recover. It was a beautiful reversal.
You should try it yourself one day. Flip the script and watch the panic set in.
Women, and women only, decide with which man they will procreate. They hold all the cards.
If she is with a man she deems undesirable, whether married to him or not, she may secretly be on some form of birth control while telling him she cannot have children. She might even go as far as checking into a fertility clinic and blaming the issue on him. After all, in her mind it is never her fault. That man is simply a placeholder until the one she selects comes along to rescue her from him.
If a woman has agreed with her partner to wait before having children, she may stop taking birth control without his knowledge and get pregnant on her own terms, ignoring what was agreed upon. She takes control again.
If you use a condom and fail to flush it immediately, she may insert its contents into herself when you are not looking.
If she gets pregnant, she can have an abortion without the man’s knowledge or permission. She does not need consent from her husband to abort their child, to get her tubes tied, or even to put their child up for adoption. Yet the man needs her consent to have a vasectomy.
Another option she may take is to run off, hide, and never look back, or to simply decide whether or not to tell the man about her pregnancy at all.
Yes, I was a human placeholder. The good guy that came to a girl’s rescue after her bad boy, the one she picked, abused her, cheated on her, gambled, used drugs, or lived like a criminal.
I was that man who never cheated, who did everything I could to build her back up. I gave her the confidence she lost. I put in the work to fix what another man broke.
And once she felt strong again, she would run straight into the arms of another bad boy. Then she would look me in the eye and tell me I was not good enough. She would give me the goodbye kiss and sprinkle it with a fake affirmation, “But I still love you.”
I had a late lunch with my liberal, leftist, Democrat sister. Three kids from three different men. She lives in NYC public housing on government money. Three child support checks, subsidized rent, free gas and electricity, food stamps, and welfare. She sublet one bedroom for market rate cash while working an off the books job. Now that her kids are grown, she bought a waterfront house in cash while still keeping her subsidized apartment.
She calls Trump a racist who is using the presidency to make himself richer. She never questions the $149 million Hillary Clinton made as Secretary of State or the $31 million in four mansions she owns. She condemns Trump for ending the war in Syria while worshipping Obama, who campaigned on ending wars yet started twelve, including the very one Trump ended. And Obama got a Nobel Peace Prize before he even had two months in office.
The truth is simple, she wants to protect her current husband, the government. That is her provider now.
During our talk, I said every woman hates her husband. She snapped back, “I never hated any of my husbands, I just knew it was time for them to leave.” Translation, she discarded them when they no longer served her.
Why is it that every time I explain why I’ve been single for so many years, some woman twists it into me hating women.
When I point out that **women** have treated **men** with hatred, disrespect, and manipulation, they flip it. They project. They gaslight. They tell me I’m bitter. They tell me I hate women.
No, I don’t hate women. I hate the **behavior**.
I hate the entitlement.
I hate the double standards.
I hate the culture that tells men to give everything and expect nothing.
But instead of listening, instead of taking a second to self-reflect, they go for the kill.
“Maybe you should be gay”.
Let me get this straight, women treat men like garbage, mock their pain, ignore their suffering, and when a man says “enough,” the solution is for him to suck a dick.
That’s their logic.
That’s how fragile their egos are.
They’d rather shame a man into silence than admit their behavior is the reason men are walking away.
You want to know why I’m single? Because I’d rather be alone than trapped in a relationship where I have to apologize for noticing the truth.
I didn’t become this way because I hate women.
I became this way because I loved them too much for too long and got nothing but contempt in return.
Men speak directly. Women speak in hints. Direct speech brings clarity and accountability. Hints bring confusion, ambiguity, deniability, and deception. Women use that to their benefit. A man says what he means and stands by it. A woman drops fragments, tones, unfinished thoughts, and makes others scramble to interpret. If you guess wrong, she is upset. If you guess right, she still has plausible deniability. Hints are not communication. Hints are control. Hints are deception.
Men use words to solve problems. Women use words to create them. A man says, “I need wood, I need nails, I will build.” A woman says, “I feel like no one supports me,” and waits for someone else to gather the wood, the nails, and the labor. Men use words to control situations. Women use words to control people.
What men do with iron and stone, women do with emotions. A man bends steel into a blade. A woman bends guilt into obedience. A man stacks stone into a fortress. A woman stacks tears into a prison. And when real tears are not there, she manufactures them. Many women can cry on command, even generate tears at will. It is not emotion, it is performance. False pain disguised as truth. Weakness staged as power.
She manipulates emotions in others to gain control, then plays the victim when those same emotions consume her, accusing others of planting in her what she deliberately injects into them. Men own their emotions. Women stage theirs. She dumps her emotions on you and makes you responsible for what she refuses to take responsibility for. Her emotions are weapons, not realities.
She tells the world she is in trouble, hoping men will come running to her rescue. She provokes sympathy to draw protection. She provokes jealousy to keep men competing for her. She provokes anger to test devotion, twisting rage into proof of love. She provokes victimhood to escape accountability. She provokes guilt to blackmail and control. And through it all she leverages sex as her sharpest weapon, the blade that never dulls.
To her, love is not measured in loyalty, sacrifice, or consistency. It is measured in how violently a man reacts when she pushes him. If he rages, she tells herself he must love her because only deep emotion could drive that kind of fury. If he doesn’t react, she says he never cared. She engineers chaos and then points to the wreckage as evidence of devotion. What she calls proof of love is nothing more than manipulation designed to keep a man chained to her drama.
When women gather, their conversations revolve around how to get more out of men, how to squeeze more money, more effort, more attention, how to manipulate men into giving more than they intended. They revel in their tricks as if deception were sport. When men gather, they share ideas about how to build, how to fix, how to repair. Men exchange solutions. Women exchange manipulations.
She manipulates men into fighting for her. You saw it in schoolyards. You see it as an adult. She whispers, she hints, she provokes, and two men clash while she stands back and watches. If you are easily swayed, she loses respect. She never blames herself for the game, she blames you for believing her. She has lied so often that she even believes her own lies. But the more she deceives, the less she is trusted, until she isolates herself in her own web.
If she cannot control you, then you are no use to her. If she can control you, she despises you. The better she becomes at deception, the less she respects her targets. In time, her mastery of the game consumes her, leaving her bitter, empty, and alone.
Women are deceptive because deception has worked for them since they were little girls. As children they learned that crying got them what they wanted. Some perfected it into an art, performing weakness on command and bending adults at will with false suffering. Men learn to control their environment. Women learn to control people. Direct words can be proven or disproven. A well-timed display of emotion is unchallengeable, even when fabricated. She creates confusion and hides inside it. But every staged breakdown erodes her respect. What worked as a girl becomes poison as a woman.
Every hint is a trap. Every mood swing is a weapon. Every accusation is a lie turned back on you. She manufactures chaos, then claims to be the victim of it. And she is never too old to collapse into weakness when it suits her. If real emotion fails, she fabricates it. The tantrum never dies, it only matures into sharper manipulation. She ages, but the act ages with her. And in the end, the performance leaves her disrespected and alone, a prisoner of her own staged emotions.
Women thrive in deception because it gives them power without proof, control without effort, and victory without truth. They will never give it up. But deception always backfires. The woman who manipulates everyone eventually manipulates herself into ruin.
Men build truth with their hands. Women build illusions with their tongues. Men build legacies. Women who live by deception build their own destruction.
If you like her and she does not like you, she will enjoy the fact that you like her. She will soak up your attention, your validation, your compliments, your gifts, and your time. She has no intention of reciprocating. She just likes being admired. You become her personal cheerleader while she looks for the man she actually wants.
If she likes you but you do not like her, she will obsess over you. The more indifferent you are, the more desperate she becomes. Your lack of interest becomes a challenge. She will try to “earn” your approval, convinced that once you like her, she wins. But the moment you give in and show interest, her obsession will die.
If you like her and she likes you back, enjoy the countdown. Because sooner or later, she will find something wrong with you. It will be petty. It will be fabricated. But it will be her exit strategy. Why? Because the thrill of being wanted fades the moment she feels secure. She will sabotage what she has to chase what excites her. Comfort is boring. Drama is addictive.
For many women who grow up without a father in the home, the idea of the perfect man starts taking shape in their early teens. Movies, television, books, and traits they admire in people around them become the blueprint. The image is not based on one real man, but on a patchwork of qualities, charm, confidence, looks, status, humor, all stitched together into one idealized figure.
Over time, she fine tunes this fantasy. She adds traits, sharpens details, and upgrades the picture until her version of Prince Charming feels real in her mind. This man is no longer just a vague daydream, he becomes her destiny, the one who is supposed to find her.
But she does not go looking for him. She convinces herself that searching would ruin the “meant to be” moment. Instead, she waits. When men approach her, she rejects most of them, sometimes even men she finds attractive. She tells herself she is testing them. She wants to see persistence, as if enduring rejection is proof of worthiness.
This fantasy is built over years, shaped by flashes of influence, a smile from an actor, the ambition of a fictional hero, the voice of a singer. She collects what she likes, discards what she does not, and keeps refining the standard. Eventually, she starts judging real men against this impossible model and refuses to settle for anything less.
When she dates men who fall short of the fantasy, she treats them as placeholders. They are not “the one,” they are stopgaps, temporary providers of emotional comfort, financial help, or convenience. She calls it “survival mode,” but in truth, the fantasy is untouched and waiting in the background.
This mismatch poisons the relationship. She grows cold, critical, and emotionally withdrawn. She complains to friends but leaves her partner confused about why her affection has dried up. Beneath it is resentment, resentment toward him for not being her dream, resentment toward herself for compromising, and resentment toward the fact that he believes in the fake version of her she has been acting out.
Her affection becomes strategy, not love. She plays nice when it serves her, but it is calculated. When she meets men who treat her well, she mistrusts them, calling them “too nice.” This is projection, she assumes they are pretending because she has been pretending.
If someone appears who seems closer to the fantasy, she shifts. The act with her current man crumbles. She becomes distant and harsh. This is not a sudden change, it is the unmasking of how little she was invested from the start. Her energy and attention move toward the new possibility.
She expects total commitment from a man, but rarely gives the same. She waits until she feels secure that he is fully invested, then she relaxes her loyalty and begins scanning for upgrades. Her attachment is conditional, based on being chosen, not on choosing him in return.
When she says a man has “potential,” she does not mean career or intellect. She means potential to be molded into the man she has invented in her mind. She will influence, manipulate, and test to try and shape him into that role.
If the roles are reversed, and a man says she has potential, she takes offense. She hears it as proof that she is not already perfect. It rattles her self image.
The older she gets, the more the gap between reality and fantasy widens. By her forties or fifties, the fantasy has been so polished and refined that no real man can compete with it. At that point, she is chasing a ghost she created.
It is the same as a young man working entry level jobs while training for a career in law, each job is a stepping stone. Except in her case, the “career” is a man who may not even exist outside her imagination. And every real relationship in her life was nothing more than another stepping stone toward a man who only lives in her head.
Women do not carry love in their hearts for men. What they carry is utility, what they carry is calculation. Their loyalty ends the moment his usefulness fades. The only bond they protect is the one with their children, and even that is poisoned. When a child’s love drifts toward the father, the mother does not celebrate it, she resents it. She sees her child’s affection as competition. And because the state has given her the weapon, she uses it. She ejects the father, she poisons the child against him, and she rewrites history so that she wears the mask of victimhood.
This is not a mistake. It is the design. Modern society rewards betrayal. Women are handed incentives to break homes, to destroy marriages, to bleed men dry. Courts do not punish them for tearing apart a family, they reward them. They hand them the house. They hand them the children. They hand them the power. A man who worked his whole life is stripped down to a wallet and chained by law to the very woman who destroyed him.
Understand this: her family does not matter to her. Her legacy does not matter to her. The well-being of her lineage has no meaning to her. A woman lives for the short term. Men build legacies, women dream of happy endings. She has hopes, she has dreams, but she has no plans. Her devotion is not to stability, not to growth, not to building greatness for her bloodline. Her devotion is only to her feelings. Empowerment is just a feeling. Victimhood is just a feeling. Everything is emotion, and her power lies in manipulating others into feeling sorry for her or feeling for her.
You never hear a woman mapping out a plan to teach her family discipline, strength, or how to be great. No. She latches on to men who already carry greatness, and when she has drained what she can from them, she lets go. And the cycle never ends. After marriage and divorce, she latches on to men who will co-sign her bad behavior. She latched on to a man who sacrificed, now she will latch on to a man who destroys her.
But make no mistake, she must have a provider. If there is no man left to latch onto, she will groom her own children to play that role. She will shame them, guilt them, and train them into being her personal drones. The boy becomes the stand in husband, the girl becomes the emotional servant. Their futures are sacrificed so that their mother can maintain her comfort.
This is the reality: divorce is not a sad ending. It is a weapon. It is legalized betrayal dressed up as empowerment. Women exit marriages not because of cruelty or oppression, but because they are restless and unsatisfied. And when they leave, they drag the man through public humiliation, financial execution, and personal ruin.
A man’s worth is not measured by his loyalty, his labor, his sacrifices, or his devotion. None of that matters. To her, his value exists only in what can be extracted, his money, his assets, his future. She does not see the man who loved her, who built a life for her, who fathered her children. She sees only a provider to drain, discard, and replace.
This is the truth no one is supposed to say out loud: women have turned marriage into a trap, family into a battlefield, children into weapons, and men into prey.
If men want to survive in this system, they must stop pretending women are innocent in divorce. Call it what it is: betrayal. When a woman leaves her marriage, point it out. When she divorces her husband, shame her for it. Use the same weapon women have mastered for centuries: shame.
For too long men have been silent. Women shame men for being broke, for being short, for being inexperienced, for being “not enough.” Meanwhile, men sit quietly while women walk away from marriages, tear families apart, and still get celebrated as victims. That silence must end.
And here is the brutal truth every man needs to face: if a woman will betray the man she promised to love, if she will betray the father of her own children, if she will break up her own family, then what do you think she is going to do to you? She has no covenant with you. She has no covenant before God. She has no covenant before her family. She is rogue. She destroyed her family over some imperfection she saw. What do you think she will do to you? She has nothing for you.
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.
“Women don’t need men in a physical sense because life is soft. But it’s Bullshit. And it’s bullshit because you still need men by proxy, one, and two, the second life gets difficult you very quickly learn how much you need men. But women will go, ‘I’m an independent woman. I don’t need no man because I have an OnlyFanss and men pay my OnlyFans and if anyone comes up to me, I’ll call a male police officer. I don’t need men/’ Shut up you’re a fucken idiot. Your whole life is based on men. Of course you need men. You just named your whole life is based on fucken men. The house you are living in was built by men. The car you are driving was designed by a man. Your whole life depends on men. And the second anything bad were to happen to you, the second you were physically threatened, or times would get hard, or a war would start, or famine, or riots. The first thing you do is find a big strongman, and shit yourself and throw the feminism out the window. Feminism goes out the window the minute the snow needs shoveling, or there’s a broken down car, or there’s a tire that needs changing. Then all that crap vanishes. It’s garbage!”
