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The motivation behind this post is rooted in the pathetic fragility of the 1st world today.

All of this warped emotional agitation that post modern-day simpletons are afflicted with because of the traditional realities of life that just won't go away, is beyond laughable now. It was entertaining to watch some faggot or feminista totally implode after being mocked and ridiculed but all of that has changed now. Now the table has been turned against us and we are now considered the abnormal, fringe element of society.

What really gives me hives is the narrative of protecting our "women and children"...YEAH RIGHT...1st off, women's shelters codified the entire feminista movement. "Shelters for battered women", "battered woman syndrome", "empowerment of women", "without woman there is no man" and "without she there is no he"...but it's never mentioned that "without he there is no she or her".

Today's females are, most not all, not interested in sharing hardships with a strong man, they're only out to weaken that man with their burdens and unrealistic expectations of being treated and worshipped like a deity. Many women today are about material without maternity, their ideas of fidelity and loyalty applies only to the man that they're eventually going to fleece in court when a better opportunity comes along, as in "another sucker".

I'm going to be flat out straight up here. I was married once a very long time ago and it lasted for 10years, but she thought that she could do better, in the end I had her feminista lawyer so fucked up and even put her into a situation where she was now faced with legal action for falsifing documents, but I had both my ex and her lawyer in a spot where I dictated the outcome of the divorce and I did, I bought them both out for a figure that they had no alternative but to accept. After that my attitude towards women went the way of the life that I was leading.

Notwithstanding my woman of 27years today, the last woman that I will ever share a bed with, I've had hundreds and believe me, my love for my bike far exceeded that of any woman and I couldn't shake them. A few tried to break and refine me and couldn't do it but they tried harder and harder. What I really found interesting was the few dames who got violent and made the awful mistake of hitting me, these dames found out what it's like when a guy gets into a scrap. It was a cold blizzard night on a Feb back in early 91/92 and the dame I was with made the mistake of grabbing me by the throat threatening to divulge certain things to the cops...within seconds she's got both eyes blackened and she's outside in a snow storm naked and she's banging on the door for me to let her in. I let her stand out there for at least 15minutes, until she quit banging on the door and was ready to collapse.

In short, I let her back in and that bitch treated me like a king for months, she actually turned into a really lovable broad. Love is strange.

Call me a sadist but the best sex I ever had was with a broad with 2 black eyes. AND THAT IS WHAT THESE DUMB BITCHES NEED TODAY.