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TheXYGhost: Today’s women love criminals, substance abusers, minors, and submissive simps. The forbidden fruit.
 
Girl: You don’t know what you’re talking about. Not all women are like that. There are plenty of women looking for a good guy, you just have to find them.
 
TheXYGhost: Why should I go searching for them if they’re supposedly looking too?
 
Girl: You need to meet them halfway.
 
TheXYGhost: If they initiate a conversation, I’ll answer.
 
Girl: No, you need to make the first move.
 
TheXYGhost: Why?
 
Girl: Girls like when a guy makes the first move.
 
TheXYGhost: Not all women are like that. If they’re truly looking, they’ll find me.
 
Girl: You’re impossible.
 
TheXYGhost: I’m worth it.

Just walked out of my apartment building today and struck up a conversation with a man who moved in with his then-girlfriend back in 1963. They got married and never had children.
 
He told me that since his wife passed away six years ago, he has visited 15 countries in the last five years. He’s now 75 years old and has had three girlfriends since his wife’s passing. All three of them were under 34 years old.
 
Ask yourself, do you really think the average woman in her mid-70s is out here getting 30-year-old boyfriends? Not a chance.
 
You have it good, my friend. You are a man. Be proud of that fact. You create. You invent. You improve. You build. You repair. You provide. You protect.
 
Never let anyone shame you for being a man.

If a man tells a woman, “Every time I go camping, I get attacked by a bear”. The woman might say, “Maybe camping is not for you.”
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I jump into the ocean, I get attacked by some sort of sea creature”. The woman might say, “Maybe jumping in the ocean is not for you.”
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I try to swim, I nearly drown and get rescued by lifeguards”. The woman might say, “Maybe swimming is not for you.”
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I eat peanut butter I get rushed to the emergency room”. The woman might say, “Maybe peanut butter is not for you.”
 
But…
 
If a man tells a woman, “Every time I get into a relationship, it ends up in a disastrous and messy breakup.”. The woman might say,“Where do you find these women?”“You pick the wrong women.”“Not ALL women are like that” 
And…
 
“Be open minded. You’ll meet the right one soon.”

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.

It’s easy for any woman to prove her equality to men.
 
She doesn’t need to protest. She doesn’t need to shout in the streets. She doesn’t need slogans, marches, or hashtags.
 
All she needs to do is enroll in a trade school. Learn a skill. Become a mechanic, an HVAC repair technician, a truck driver, a cab driver, a plumber, or an electrician.
 
Get the job. Show up. Do the work.
 
Equality proven. No speeches required.

Why is it that the same women who shout “women can do anything a man can” are also the ones who say the best business decision a woman can make is marrying the right man?
 
One woman told me that exact line, and I looked her dead in the eye and said, “Then why are you out with me? Go find yourself a Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, or Mark Zuckerberg.”
 
You mean to tell me that after 60 years of feminism, after all the noise about independence and breaking glass ceilings, women still believe they can’t earn enough to make a difference? After all the degrees, all the empowerment speeches, and all the hashtags, their ultimate plan is still to latch onto a man who already built something.
 
That’s not empowerment. That’s not independence. That’s just a new way of saying, “I need a man to take care of me,” while pretending it’s a strategic move. The mask slips when survival is on the line.

I used to think it was just the girls in my neighborhood. Then I figured it was only the girls in school. After that, I thought maybe it was just a Manhattan thing. It took some time, but eventually I blamed it on NYC as a whole.
 
Then I believed it was just an American problem.
 
So I went to Europe. Same behavior. Dated Asians from the mother continent. No difference. Went to South America. Same pattern. Went to church, thinking I’d find something different, but it only confirmed what I already knew.
 
Women are lazy leeches, ticks, bloodsuckers, and vultures. They all think they deserve better than the man they’re with. They expect you to work yourself into the ground to meet their delusional fantasies of entitlement. Their dependency on you is absolute. Like a parasite, she will drain you dry, and once you’re used up, she’ll find another host. She won’t even wait for the corpse to get cold. She’ll finish off the last host while she’s already latched onto the next.

I used to think it was just the girls in my neighborhood. Then I figured it was only the girls in school. After that, I thought maybe it was just a Manhattan thing. It took some time, but eventually I blamed it on NYC as a whole.
 
Then I believed it was just an American problem.
 
So I went to Europe. Same behavior. Dated Asians from the mother continent. No difference. Went to South America. Same pattern. Went to church, thinking I’d find something different, but it only confirmed what I already knew.
 
Women are lazy leeches, ticks, bloodsuckers, and vultures. They all think they deserve better than the man they’re with. They expect you to work yourself into the ground to meet their delusional fantasies of entitlement. Their dependency on you is absolute. Like a parasite, she will drain you dry, and once you’re used up, she’ll find another host. She won’t even wait for the corpse to get cold. She’ll finish off the last host while she’s already latched onto the next.

TheXYGhost: Do you think the size of the gift determines how much someone loves you?
 
Girl: Yes, it does!
 
TheXYGhost: Good. I’m going to Hawaii for three weeks, and I’m taking the girl who loves me the most. You’ve got a head start because I’m telling you first.
 
Girl: That’s not fair!
 
TheXYGhost: Life isn’t fair. Show your love. You’ve got until the end of the month.

Modern dating has collapsed into a never ending brutal exchange of looks and money. A woman temporarily trades her beauty for a man’s income and the bond is never stable because the market never sleeps. To her there is always room to upgrade as she is on the lookout no matter if she is married engaged etc. If a woman raises her status with a college degree and raises her income higher than the man she is currently with she views him as worthless. She immediately searches for another with a higher market value. This is a society that openly rewards chaos and punishes structure. We now live in a normalized culture that encourages women to have fifteen kids from ten different men and men to have thirty kids from thirty different women. That is not a family built on cohesion or moral values. That is factory breeding designed to collect multiple streams of child support welfare SNAP EBT and Section 8. No accountability. No unity. No responsibility. Only profit.
 
She upgrades without consequence and he pays the penalty for moving forward. She raises her income and walks out with the kids which tears the bond with the father who mattered most to that child. She raises her beauty and draws new men with more resources and she walks away clean because the system punishes him and protects her. Upgrading is profit for her. Upgrading is punishment for him.Marriage once stood as a fortress around family. Now it chains a man with lifetime obligation long after the relationship collapses. If her expectations were built in fantasy and the fantasy fails the punishment is real. The system lets her walk away with half his life while he rebuilds from the ashes. He must keep her endlessly happy yet happiness is not something one person can create for another. Happiness must be built inside and no man can supply it no matter how hard he fights.
 
And yet these same women cry out with the tired line “where are all the good men” as if they were victims of a shortage. They are not victims of a shortage. They are victims of their own habits. They spent their teens and twenties disrespecting every man who treated them well. They used men tested them provoked them teased them insulted them humiliated them played them finessed them and cheated on them without guilt. A woman gets hit on a hundred times a month. That becomes twelve hundred times a year. That becomes twelve thousand times between eighteen and twenty eight. And with all that male attention she still chooses the same kind of man. The gangster. The criminal. The alcoholic. The gambler. The abuser. The ex con. The player. The cheater. The disaster. The drug addict. The dealer. The thief.
 
She seeks chaos because chaos excites her. It feeds her ego. It fuels her fantasy that she can tame destruction. So she picks the worst men alive then claims innocence when the fire burns her. The problem is never the absence of good men. The problem is her blindness to good men. A stable man a disciplined man a peaceful man feels boring to a woman raised on dysfunction. So she ignores him disrespects him or uses him until he finally walks.
 
The only things she initiates are arguments and breakups. She bounces from man to man expecting unlimited dates constant attention and endless payments from any fool desperate enough to tolerate her games. Some women have even abandon their husband and their children to marry a man on death row or locked in a maximum security prison. There is no bottom to the craving for chaos.
 
Then forty arrives. Her beauty fades. Her attention shrinks. Her options collapse. She looks at the ruins she built and she cries “where are all the good men”. The answer is brutal. Those good men were always there. They simply stopped tolerating disrespect. They walked away to save their sanity. They built new lives with peace and discipline and purpose. They invested in themselves instead of being drained by arguments nagging and endless demands.
 
A woman treats a man worse than a slave because she sees him as a work animal that must never rest. She rages the moment he sits because in her mind he exists to serve. She demands labor and gives chaos. She demands loyalty and gives disrespect. She demands effort and gives nothing but stress. This pattern destroys relationships and many have watched it ruin the lives of countless men.
 
So when these women hit the wall they dare to ask “where are all the good men”. The truth is simple. Good men are exactly where any man with self respect eventually goes. They are far away. They are unreachable. They refuse to return to women who wasted their youth on destruction. Good men were never missing. Good men simply stopped dealing with women who refused to be worth reaching.

Eve always invites the snake into the Garden of Eden. Always. She cannot help herself. The garden could be flawless, filled with love, order, peace, and purpose, and she will still go looking for something to ruin it. Not because she is evil by nature, but because stillness unsettles her. She craves a disruption. She searches for it. She needs it to feel alive. The serpent does not need to sneak in. She brings it through the gates herself. She may call it a friend, a book, a conversation, a mentor, or a healer, but the outcome is the same. The serpent has arrived.
 
A man gives her the Garden of Eden. A home. Protection. Order. Direction. And she calls it too safe. Too structured. Too predictable. She convinces herself it is a cage, not a gift. So she seeks the one voice that will tell her what she wants to hear. The voice that will scratch the itch of dissatisfaction. The voice that feeds her ego and tells her she is right to feel restless. She listens. She repeats the words in her mind. And just like that, the snake is in the garden.
 
She speaks with another woman who is bitter and broken. That woman calls herself wise. Eve listens. She reads something that tells her she deserves more. That her man does not understand her. That she is losing herself. She lets those words take root in her heart. She shares her soul with someone who does not honor it, and calls it healing. She exposes her husband’s weaknesses to someone who does not care about him, and calls it honesty. She plants doubt where there should be trust, resentment where there should be gratitude, suspicion where there should be peace.
 
She does not just fall. She walks toward the fall with open arms. She craves the fall. And when paradise crumbles around her, she says she was unhappy. She says it was necessary. She says she had to grow. But growth did not build the Garden. Loyalty did. Obedience did. Order did. The serpent never builds. It only whispers. It only tempts. It only offers the illusion of freedom while pulling the roots out from everything sacred.
 
Look through history. How many homes were destroyed because she let another voice drown out the man who protected her? How many families lost their foundation because she chased a feeling instead of honoring a promise? How many men were left broken in the dust because the woman they gave everything to believed a lie whispered in her ear? The serpent never speaks loud. It never needs to. Eve listens carefully. She always has.
 
You cannot prove this wrong. The Garden of Eden is never taken by force. It is surrendered by choice. And Eve is always the one who opens the door.

How many men have you divorced?
 
How many men weren’t good enough for you?
 
How many men were too nice, too kind, too boring for your taste?
 
How many children did you make fatherless?
 
How many fathers did you rip away from their children?
 
You’ve spent years chasing gangsters, thugs, criminals, alcoholics, and junkies. You gave them everything. Your time, your body, your loyalty. Meanwhile, you kicked the decent man in the balls just to amuse yourself. You rejected the man who would have stayed. You shamed the man who would have built a future with you. You sabotaged every man who didn’t fit your drama script.
 
Now you’re in your 40s. The world no longer cares for your childish games. The attention has dried up. So you lash out at your own children, but even they don’t like you. They see through you. They know who you are.
 
You tell me you want to be accepted for who you are. But you never accepted the men in your past for who they were. You demanded they change. You demanded they serve your needs while you gave them nothing but complaints and conditions. You destroyed good men because they didn’t entertain your chaos.
 
You stole a father from his children. You stole children from their father. And now, you want me to trust you? Trust you long enough to feed you, clothe you, and clean up the mess you made? Are you insane?
 
You are still hunting for Mr. Perfect. Still searching for a man who will tolerate your nonsense. But now, the younger women are taking your place. They are stepping into the spotlight you lost. You will cheer them on as they follow the same path to self-destruction. They will become you, and you’re too blind to see it.
 
Yet after all this, you will say you’ve done nothing wrong. You will accuse me of hating all women because I dared to tell you the truth about yourself. You don’t want the truth. You want another fool to lie to you. I’m not that fool.

When a woman says a man has “so much potential,” she is not giving him a compliment. She is calculating his future usefulness. She is not admiring his work ethic, intelligence, or character. She is scouting for how much of his success she can hijack. The word “potential” is her code for “what can I extract from you later?” She has no interest in who the man is today. She only cares about what he might build tomorrow, and how much of it she can claim as hers.
 
“Potential” is not a word of encouragement. It is a measuring stick. She is not cheering you on. She is taking inventory. She is gauging how long she needs to stay attached before your labor pays off for her. She is not planning to build alongside you. She is planning to collect. The man builds, she inherits. The man sacrifices, she benefits. This is the entitlement that hides beneath the smile.
 
The “potential” narrative is a setup. If you succeed, she will act like she was part of the journey. If you struggle, she will abandon ship and look for a man whose “potential” is closer to cashing out. In her mind, your future is already hers, and if you fall short of delivering it, she will punish you for wasting her time.
 
Women who chase “potential” are not partners. They are opportunists. They hover around men who are climbing, waiting to swoop in once the work is done. They will not push you up the ladder, but they will demand to be at the top when you get there. They think loyalty is optional, but rewards are guaranteed.
 
“Potential” is not about what you can become. It is about what she can take from what you become. The moment her expectations are not met, she will leave, blame you, and try to walk away with half of what you built.

Your girlfriend is secretly in love with someone else.
 
One of your friends is in love with your girl.
 
The girl who never gave you the time of day is now showing interest.
 
Your girlfriend’s best friend is jealous of the attention you give her and spreads lies about you.
 
Your friends see the mess and try to rescue you.
 
Meanwhile, your girlfriend gets mad and jealous when you mention any interaction with a female co-worker after she asks, “How was your day?”
 
When you finally break it off, your family tells you it’s your fault she left.
 
Who needs this drama?

She spent her life knocking men down one after another, year after year, telling herself she was above them. Telling herself they were disposable. Telling herself their only value was what they could provide before being dismissed. Respect was never offered because she believed she had already earned superiority just by existing. Over time that belief hardened into habit, and habit turned into identity.
 
Men reached their limit.
 
Women announced loudly and repeatedly that they are strong, powerful, and independent. They said they do not need men. They said they do not want protection. They said male presence is intrusive, threatening, unnecessary. Men listened. And instead of arguing, they adjusted.
 
They stepped back.
 
Not because they became weaker. But because they became aware.
 
Helping now carries risk. Stepping in can destroy a man’s life. Intervention no longer comes with gratitude. It comes with lawsuits, accusations, job loss, public shame, and permanent damage. Men have watched this happen in real time.
 
One man pulled a woman out of the path of a moving train and was sued. Another pushed a woman out of the way of an oncoming truck while she crossed the street staring at her phone and was sued. These stories spread for a reason. They are not anecdotes. They are warnings.
 
So men adapted.
 
They stopped rushing in. They stopped intervening. They stopped protecting strangers who openly declare that men are a threat and a liability. When society tells a man that his help is unwanted and dangerous, he believes it. When he is punished for decency, he learns silence.
 
This is not cruelty. This is consequence.
 
You cannot spend decades degrading men and still expect them to risk everything for you in a moment of danger. You cannot strip men of dignity, authority, and trust, then demand sacrifice on command.
 
Protection was never automatic. It was never guaranteed. It existed because there was mutual respect and shared responsibility.
 
That bond was broken deliberately.
 
And the absence you feel now, when no man steps forward, is not abandonment.
 
It is men doing exactly what they were told to do.

My brother texted me this morning:
 
“Some good-looking girl sat next to me on the bus. She didn’t have to take that seat, there were seats in front and behind. Five minutes in, she drops her coffee lid on my knee by mistake. She apologizes, I said it was fine. Five minutes later, she writes something on the back of a business card, her email and a note saying she’ll pay for my dry cleaning. It was literally a black drop on black dress pants. I think it was staged.”
 
What man wants this type of woman?

I used to hate when my friends would greet my girlfriends by telling them how beautiful they were. They would do it right in front of my face. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But as I got older, I noticed a pattern. Every time, without fail, that same girlfriend would end up in bed with that guy as soon as I called it quits with her.
 
Moral of the story, when your friends compliment your girlfriend in front of you, watch them like a hawk. They’ve already exposed themselves. They’ve already marked their target.

For those of you who are young and think you will never get a girl as good looking as the one who just backstabbed you, think about this:
 
My father married a 25-year-old when he was 48. He is still with her and he is 93. I have two brothers and a great stepmom from that marriage.
 
My father’s father married a 23-year-old woman when he was 52 and had six kids with her.
 
My mother’s father was well into his 60s when two women chased after him. One was 28 and the other was 30. My grandfather wanted nothing to do with either of them. He went home to his wife of over 40 years. He wasn’t rich. He was just a man who didn’t need validation from random women.
 
In my years as MGTOW, since December 2000, I’ve had 23 and a half women propose marriage to me. The half was last month when a tenant of my father told me her sister would marry me in a heartbeat. The rest of them were looking for green cards or a man to pay for another man’s kids.
 
Many young, cute girls would rather marry a 50-year-old man than a young, cute boy would marry a 50-year-old woman.
 
Men have always had power. They just never used it.

In the 1940s, my grandfather had two kids and still volunteered to join the Army and fight in World War II. My grandmother didn’t leave him to search for another man to support her. She got up, found work, and became a housemaid to pay the bills. Side note, she worked for the famed actor and writer Orson Welles.
 
She did her part while my grandfather did his.
 
Fast forward to today, what will most women do if their husband, the father of their children, is away for just 8 hours at work? They will scream and cry that they aren’t getting enough attention. They will spread their legs for the next man who flashes enough money, hoping he will cover her bills and her kids’ expenses just because she allowed him to have sex with her.
 
“Pay my bills because I had sex with you.”
 
That is the transaction they demand. They get furious when you refuse to take on every single responsibility they avoid after sex. They lose their minds when you call them what they are, whores.
 
Because that is the reality. Whores have sex for money. The modern woman expects you to support her in every way imaginable, for the privilege of having sex with her.
 
They do not want a partner, they want a sponsor.

I dated a girl in 1980. Our first date was to see The Blue Lagoon with Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins. The next date we went to see Ragtime. From the beginning, this girl resisted doing anything, and I mean anything. Spending time with her became a chore. At first, I thought the problem was me, that maybe I wasn’t putting in enough effort. But I was young back then, and I didn’t recognize that her resistance was simply who she was. Everywhere we went was either too hot, too cold, or not good enough for her. No matter what we did or how we did it, she found problems everywhere. What I didn’t understand then was that she wasn’t looking for a partner, she was looking for a provider.
 
Thirty five years later, I saw her again at age 53, sitting inside a Dunkin’ Donuts in New York City, waiting for the beauty salon next door to open so the workers could comb her hair. She had a shopping cart with her and a handkerchief tied over her head to hide her messy hair. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was the same woman who came from privilege. Her parents lived on 87th Street and Park Avenue, right across the street from Gimbels, and spoiled her with everything she could ever want. Even as an adult she never found a job, because she didn’t have to. Her parents paid for her apartment, her rent and utilities, and even her daily salon visits. She spent her mornings waiting at Dunkin’ Donuts while others took care of her most basic needs.
 
She looked like a wreck. The years of never lifting a finger for herself had caught up to her. She had been trained to expect everything to be handed to her, and when the people who enabled her stopped, or life moved on, she had nothing. She couldn’t even manage the simplest things on her own. She always had a provider, someone to cover every want, need, and desire. And that dependence was her downfall.

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.

1. Never date a single mother or a divorced woman.
 
2. Never date a woman who has a bad relationship with her father.
 
3. Never fix things for her free of charge.
 
4. Never tell her your secrets, your full name, or where you live.
 
5. Never reveal how much money you make.
 
6. Never marry a woman whose prerogative is to change her mind and profit from you.
 
7. Never spend money on women.
 
8. Never lend a woman your money.
 
9. Never co-sign on her credit cards or car loans.
 
10. Never pay her bills.
 
11. Never get involved with illegal immigrants seeking a green card. (Marriage fraud)
 
12. Never get involved with long-distance women. (Mail order brides)
 
13. Never let her move in with you.
 
14. Never underestimate how devastating a woman can be.
 
15. Never risk your job by getting involved with female coworkers.
 
16. Never give up hobbies or friends for girlfriends.
 
17. Never take care of another man’s child.
 
18. Never fight over a woman.
 
19. Never put her needs before your own.
 
20. Never teach her how to be as strong as you.
 
21. Never fight her battles for her.
 
22. Past performance does not guarantee future results.
 
23. Her ultimatum is your cue to leave.
 
24. If she complains about you, tell her to find a perfect man and show her the door.
 
25. Provider and chivalry means you are her slave and servant.
 
26. If she asks your occupation, she’s a gold digger.
 
27. Always criticize her appearance.
 
28. Always let her feel like you can snap at any minute.
 
29. Always let her know how displeased you are with her.
 
30. Always let her know how replaceable she is.
 
31. Always meet your needs first, hers second.
 
Understand This:
 
A woman demands exclusive love and commitment from you. She will never offer you the same in return. She expects you to rise above and meet her impossible standards, but she will never meet yours. She wants a man to protect her with his life, and she expects him to worship her for the privilege of dying to save her, even when she deliberately places herself in harm’s way.

Let’s come up with ideas for laws that will make men and women equal on all levels.
 
1. A law that ensures all fire departments are evenly staffed with an equal number of men and women. All staff will be paid according to their level of seniority and hours on the job, including overtime. No firetruck shall leave the station without an equal number of men and women on board.
 
2. Wars must be fought by both men and women equally. When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, December 8 saw millions of men at the doors of military recruitment stations nationwide. On September 11, 2001, men left their homes and job sites to help the men and women who were attacked that day. Again, the next day, military recruitment stations across the nation were lined with men willing to risk their lives for the safety of others. They say women are naturally loving, caring, giving, and sharing to the point that they are anti-war. Yet politicians like Dianne Feinstein, Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, and Barbara Boxer have been so pro-war that they directly profit from the wars they approve. Women must participate in defending this nation. Women must be drafted into the military at the same rate as men. Pregnancies during military service shall be treated as draft dodging and dealt with accordingly.
 
3. The police shall be equally staffed in all areas of law enforcement.
 
4. Sanitation departments shall be staffed equally with both men and women on every shift.
 
5. Buildings funded by tax money shall be built through construction companies that employ an equal number of men and women on every shift.
 
6. Colleges shall maintain an equal male-to-female ratio. No man or woman will receive federal grants unless there is an equal number of both sexes applying.
 
7. It shall be considered a hate crime for a man to hit a woman, or a woman to hit a man. The police shall arrest both parties until one is proven guilty.
 
8. All services performed by any company or corporation for any local, state, or federal government must employ an equal number of male and female workers in the same capacity. They must earn equivalent salaries based on the number of hours worked and the amount of work performed. This includes all mechanics (for government vehicles such as buses, police cars, garbage trucks, firetrucks, etc.), builders, carpenters, plumbers, electricians, roofers, and so on.

Women today are not trying to build families.
 
A modern woman has no interest in a traditional family structure, because that structure places her inside a shared hierarchy rather than above it. She wants control, and a life built on continuity feels restrictive to her. She does not want a permanent bond with one man. She does not want a life that moves forward in a straight line.
 
Family is not a feeling or a phase. Family is a long chain of responsibility, where a man and a woman commit, become husband and wife, become father and mother, and eventually become grandparents who remain present to help raise their grandchildren. They stand watch. They help. They guide. They protect. They help raise children who are stronger, more disciplined, and more capable than they were. That continuity is the point. That permanence is the burden. That is what she rejects.
 
She makes sure the father of her children is never fully present in their lives. Sometimes it happens through infidelity. Sometimes it happens through divorce. The method does not matter. The result does. She wants to be the ultimate authority. She would rather cycle through stepfathers than keep a real father in place, because a stepfather can be managed in ways a biological father cannot.
 
Modern women chase endless dates and endless men. Pursuit must be constant. Men must be replaceable. Each man exists to fund meals, entertainment, experiences, and ego reinforcement. When one man runs out of money, patience, or usefulness, he is discarded without reflection. Then comes the next. Then the next. Then the next.
 
Nothing is being built. Nothing is being secured. There is no future, only transactions. Lunch replaces legacy. Excitement replaces stability. The highest bidder wins the moment and loses tomorrow.
 
Families collapse under this mindset, because families require restraint, loyalty, and endurance. Fathers become optional. Mothers become gatekeepers of access, deciding who stays, who goes, and when the door slams shut. Fathers are removed as if they are defective parts. Replacements are installed, often pulled from other broken homes. The cycle continues, because destruction sustains itself.
 
Meanwhile, the husband and father she expelled pairs with another woman who expelled her husband. Two fractured households collide and call it a fresh start. Children are shuffled like baggage between addresses. Stepfathers, stepmothers, and divided loyalties replace permanence. No roots form, because roots require stillness, and stillness terrifies people addicted to choice.
 
This is not family building. This is musical chairs with human lives. It is short term gratification disguised as empowerment. The results are visible everywhere. Fewer intact families. More resentment. More instability. A generation raised without anchors, asking why nothing feels solid, why nothing lasts, and why trust feels impossible.
 
And at the end of it all, a woman will separate a father from his children without hesitation. She will justify it, rationalize it, and call it necessary. But ask her if she would ever want that done to her own son, and the answer is immediate and absolute, “No.” That contradiction exposes everything.
 
She can excuse the damage when she is the one inflicting it, hiding behind feelings, narratives, and self interest, but the moment the scenario touches her son, the illusion collapses. Suddenly she understands permanence, suddenly she understands loss, suddenly she understands injustice, and suddenly she knows a father is not disposable and children are not collateral. What she will never admit is this, the pain she refuses for her son is the exact pain she is willing to inflict on another man, and the standard only changes when the consequences become personal.
 
That is not morality.That is selective empathy.

They say I’m pissed off and frustrated because I can’t find a girl to date.
 
Are you freaking serious?
 
Do you really think I can’t find a woman who will jump at a free steak dinner at Smith & Wollensky?
 
I can find broads all day who’ll like me for the duration of a $200 dinner. Hell, I can even make the hottest girl pretend to like me at that price.
 
So what you’re really telling me is this, I don’t have the money it takes to buy a woman’s daily affection. You’re saying I can’t afford a woman.
 
Good. Because I’m not buying. I’m not renting.
 
There is a place by my side that’s open for the right person. I will not beg for that spot to be filled. I will not bribe anyone with gifts and free dinners to be in that spot. I will not perform like a circus freak to impress you enough to take that spot. I will never be your slave or full-time servant just to fill that spot.
 
That place is reserved for someone who wants it without a price tag.