You have to understand, this “woke” shit, this beautiful, toxic, and completely insane virus that’s eating the world alive, it didn’t just appear out of nowhere. It wasn’t an accident. It’s the final, beautiful, ugly, and completely logical end-point of a war that’s been raging for fifty goddamn years.
It’s “feminization.”
That’s it. That’s the whole goddamn show. It’s the quiet, respectable, and completely ruthless patterns of female group dynamics, pulled out of the high-school cafeteria and applied to the whole goddamn world. It’s the new religion, and it’s a jealous, angry, and completely unforgiving god.
But how did the priestesses take over the temple?
They didn’t win it in a fair fight. Christ, no. They sued. They cried. They shamed. They called it “equality,” a beautiful, simple, and completely fraudulent word. They said they needed a “leg up” just to compete in the big, scary, “masculine” world. And we, the old, strong, and completely stupid men who ran the show, we believed them. We were guilty. We were compassionate. We were fools.
So we gave them the “leg up.” We called it “Affirmative Action.” We called it “quotas.” We called it “diversity and inclusion.” We held the goddamn door open for them, and they marched right in, not with gratitude, but with a goddamn chip on their shoulder and a list of demands.
And the second they got the majority, the second the numbers tipped in their favor, did they say, “Okay, now we play by the rules”?
Fuck. No.
The second they had the power, they changed the goddamn rules. They threw out the old, “masculine” playbook—the one built on beautiful, ugly things like logic, open conflict, facts, and the concept of an “honorable opponent.” You know, the kind of world where you could beat the shit out of a man in Parliament with your words, and then go have a goddamn beer with him after.
No, they replaced it with their rules. The rules of the “Mean Girls” clique. The “feminine” rules of conflict. And what are those? You don’t debate your enemy; you ostracize him. You don’t question his facts; you question his humanity. You don’t win the argument; you cancel the man. You get him fired. You destroy his life. You do it with whispers, with HR complaints, with a quiet, beautiful, and completely vicious social assassination. It’s a war fought with feelings, and in their world, the one who is the most “offended” is the one with the most goddamn power.
And now? Just look at the goddamn damage report. Look at the new, quiet, and completely castrated world they’ve built:
- The Brain Factories (Colleges): Over 60% female. This is where they mint the new high priestesses, indoctrinating them in the new religion of grievance and guilt.
- The Thought Police (HR & Psychology): 70-80% female. The “Human Resources” department, that beautiful, quiet, and completely ruthless Corporate Inquisition, is where masculinity goes to die. They’re the ones who’ve made “being a man” a fireable goddamn offense.
- The Guilt-for-Cash Machine (Non-Profits): Over 75% female. The “Homeless Industrial Complex,” the “Grievance Industry.” A beautiful, tax-free scam for turning white, male, corporate guilt into six-figure salaries for women with useless goddamn degrees.
- The Castration Machine (Law & Family Courts): Law schools tipped in 2016. The family court is their abattoir, the place where a man is bled dry, and “child support” is the beautiful, sharp, and completely legal weapon they use to do it. 70% of divorces, all started by them, with no accountability.
- The Grand Prize (Politics): You don’t even need the numbers. You just need to look at the goddamn Vice President of the United States. A woman who, by the President’s own goddamn admission, wasn’t hired for her brain, her experience, or her non-existent charisma. No. She was hired because of what was between her legs, and the color of her skin. It’s not a secret; it’s a goddamn press release. The ultimate quota hire.
And they’re still the victims. That’s the most beautiful, ugly, and completely hilarious part of the whole goddamn scam. They’ve taken over the schools, the courts, the media, and the goddamn White House, and they’re still complaining about the “patriarchy.”
They couldn’t even leave the Boy Scouts alone. A beautiful, simple place for boys to go be goddamn boys, to learn how to tie a knot and start a fire without a girl telling him he’s doing it wrong. And they hated it. They had their own club, the Girl Scouts, but it wasn’t enough. They had to invade, to colonize, to “feminize,” which is just a polite word for destroy.
And the new generation of men? Christ. You see it. I see it in my father, a “neutered cat,” a man so terrified of his own wife he doesn’t have a goddamn thought of his own. I see it in my son, twenty years old and already a “coward,” terrified of these new, beautiful, and completely ruthless predators. We’ve become a nation of “nice guys,” of fleas in a goddamn jar who have forgotten how to jump, of elephants tied to a wooden stake, afraid to break a string that isn’t even there.
And how do they keep the scam going? With their beautiful, new, and completely fraudulent weapons.
That “Racism = Prejudice + Power” equation? It’s a work of goddamn genius. With one simple, stupid, and completely bullshit line, they’ve given themselves a permanent “get out of jail free” card. They can be as racist as they want. They can have “black-only” schools, “black-only” graduations, “black-only” goddamn everything. But a white man can’t even say he likes his own history without being a Nazi. They’ve made your identity a crime, and theirs a goddamn holy relic.
And they’re not trying to join the beautiful, ugly, and completely functional machine of Western Civilization. They’re not trying to assimilate. They’re trying to overtake it. They’re bringing their own quiet, broken, and completely dysfunctional rules from their own failed communities and trying to make them the law of the land.
And that’s why they hate a man like Trump. It’s not about his policies. It’s because he’s masculine. He’s the guy who’d slap Rhett Butler back. He’s the alpha, the cowboy, the settler, the guy who builds the goddamn wall. He’s everything their quiet, neutered, and completely “feminized” new world is designed to destroy. They don’t care if he cures cancer; he has to be stopped, because he’s a man, and he’s not apologizing for it.
And the silence? The final, beautiful, ugly punchline? They’ve made it impossible to even talk about. “I can’t talk about abortion,” you say, “because I’m a man.” “I can’t talk about crime in the black community,” you say, “because I’m white.”
That’s the game. They’ve taken your identity, your beautiful, ugly, and completely honest identity as a white, heterosexual male—the very goddamn engine that built this whole magnificent, fucked-up world—and they’ve turned it into a gag.
It’s not a conspiracy. It’s a goddamn epidemic. An epidemic of unaccountability. A million abortions a year, with birth control so cheap and easy it’s practically falling from the sky. Seventy percent of divorces, no fault, no reason, just a quiet, profitable “unhappiness.”
And you, you’re just a sane man, standing in the middle of the asylum, wondering why everyone is speaking in tongues. You’re not crazy.
You’re just the last one who remembers what a goddamn man is supposed to be.
