I am a 53 year old man who got divorced in 2000, and I still consider myself luckier than most men who went through what I did.
But there’s one critical issue I need to hammer home to younger men, and I can’t get it to them fast enough, false rape allegations are real, and they will ruin your life.
I came from what people call a “broken home.” My father walked out, leaving my mother with two kids, my sister who was five, and me, just four years old. That’s when the abuse started. Looking back, I understand why he left. My mother didn’t just manipulate men, she crushed them. When my father was gone, we were obstacles to her survival, so she took it out on us. At five years old, she broke a broomstick over my back.
Side note: Whenever I tell this to women, they all respond the same way. “You must have been a bad kid.” Really? What could a five year old child possibly do that justifies breaking a broomstick over their spine? The female collective defends that without hesitation.
By age seven, I remember a news segment warning about a local rapist. My mother turned to me and slapped me hard across the face. “If you ever rape a woman, I will disown you,” she said. She then told my sister, “If you’re ever in trouble with a man, scream ‘rape.’”
At seven years old, I didn’t even know what the word meant. Yet I was already being programmed to fear an accusation more than anything else. That kind of poison is hard to wash out.
One day we sat down to watch our favorite show, Star Trek, the original 1968 version. It was the “Shore Leave” episode. A female crew member is assaulted, and it’s revealed the planet fulfills fantasies. I asked why the woman was beaten while others were given pleasure. My mother giggled and said, “She wanted to be raped by Don Juan.” That was the moment I realized I was growing up in madness.
Some time later, maybe a year or two, my mother was selected for jury duty. The case involved a prostitute claiming she was raped. I overheard my mother on the phone laughing and telling her friends that the story didn’t make sense. “She said he ripped her jeans. Jeans aren’t easy to rip.” That was the standard of proof, fabric strength.
By the time I was 16 or 17, I had a serious argument with my mother. I was winning it with logic, and I could see her unraveling. Then, out of nowhere, she screamed “Rape, Rape, Rape,” from the living room of our project apartment. I ran out and didn’t come back for days. I spent the night in Central Park to avoid getting arrested.
When I was 19, a friend called me and told me that a girl we both knew was telling people I had broken into her apartment and raped her. She spread that lie freely, and it worked. My female friends, who didn’t even know where I lived, immediately turned on me. No investigation. No questions. Just anger and judgment. I walked away from that entire group and never looked back.
In my early 20s, I was dating casually, meeting women and enjoying my youth. One night I went home with a woman. It was fully consensual. The next morning, I woke up to her staring at me in shock. “You raped me,” she said. I was stunned. I told no one where I lived, and I kept it that way. That policy might have saved my life.
Over the years, I dated many women who told me they had been raped or molested. I remember at least five who said their stepfather had molested them for years. What shocked me wasn’t just the number, it was how casually they said it. Like it was just a chapter in a book. None of them called the police. None reported it. Yet these same women, who gave actual rapists a pass, would explode with rage if you said something they didn’t like.
I eventually got married in my mid 30s. After three years, my wife dropped a bomb. Out of nowhere, she told me that the first time we had sex, I raped her. I was stunned. We were married. We had a life. “What the hell is this?” I thought. A week later, she served me divorce papers. She had been planning the exit for months while acting like everything was fine.
False rape allegations are real. They destroy lives. I narrowly escaped two, and lived through several others.
By the way, seven years ago, I reunited with my father. He’s now 80. We enjoy each other’s company and text regularly. Turns out the man who “walked out” wasn’t a villain. He was escaping the same madness I lived through.
P.S. I showed this letter to a friend. At first, he said he had never encountered anything like it. Then he remembered something. Years ago, he was driving his brand new sports car through NYC when a woman opened the door, sat down, and said, “If you don’t give me money, I’ll scream rape.”
That jogged his memory again. He remembered his sister once told a boy on the phone, “If you don’t stop calling me, I’ll call the police and say you raped me.”
This is what men live with. And nobody wants to talk about it.
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Saturday, January 17, 2026
Friday, January 16, 2026
Husbands and Wives Calling Private Investigators
When it reaches the point where a spouse feels the need to hire a private investigator, the motives are entirely different, and so are the reactions.
A wife will call in a PI not to seek truth, but to confirm her suspicions, to dig up dirt. And if nothing is found, she doesn’t feel relieved, she feels robbed. She’s angry. Furious that her suspicions were wrong. She wanted evidence, not clarity. She needed an excuse to blow up the marriage, and now she has none.
The husband, on the other hand, hires a PI hoping to be wrong. He wants peace of mind. He prays for loyalty. If he finds out his wife is cheating, it guts him. It breaks him. And if nothing is found, he feels grateful. He feels like a weight was lifted.
The woman uses the investigation as a weapon. The man uses it as a last resort.
And they still want to preach that men and women are equal?
Give me a break. Equal in biology? No. Equal in behavior? Absolutely not. One seeks destruction, the other seeks truth. One walks away vindictive, the other walks away shattered. That’s not equality. That’s a completely different operating system.
A wife will call in a PI not to seek truth, but to confirm her suspicions, to dig up dirt. And if nothing is found, she doesn’t feel relieved, she feels robbed. She’s angry. Furious that her suspicions were wrong. She wanted evidence, not clarity. She needed an excuse to blow up the marriage, and now she has none.
The husband, on the other hand, hires a PI hoping to be wrong. He wants peace of mind. He prays for loyalty. If he finds out his wife is cheating, it guts him. It breaks him. And if nothing is found, he feels grateful. He feels like a weight was lifted.
The woman uses the investigation as a weapon. The man uses it as a last resort.
And they still want to preach that men and women are equal?
Give me a break. Equal in biology? No. Equal in behavior? Absolutely not. One seeks destruction, the other seeks truth. One walks away vindictive, the other walks away shattered. That’s not equality. That’s a completely different operating system.
Thursday, January 15, 2026
The Jealousy of Women Is Insane
From time to time, old girlfriends of mine would flip through my photo album. This was back when photos were printed on paper and kept in books, not stored on phones. Without fail, they would interrogate every single picture that included a female. It didn’t matter if I wasn’t even in the photo. The fact that another woman existed in the frame was enough to trigger suspicion.
Back in those days, photography was my hobby. I had hundreds of pictures. But I started noticing certain ones missing, always pictures of women. They didn’t ask. They didn’t admit. They simply took the photos, destroyed them, and then denied everything. One girlfriend stared at a photo of my first cousin, who had competed in a beauty pageant. She watched my face like a hawk as she asked who it was, fishing for a reaction, waiting to catch me in a lie. A few days later, those photos disappeared. Probably while I was asleep. That was the day I realized just how deranged a woman’s jealousy can be.
Their jealousy is pathological. They cannot stand the idea that another woman even exists in your past, in your present, or in your thoughts. Your life must be purged of all female presence in Her Majesty’s Holy domain. Pictures. Memories. Names. Erased.
And don’t think it ended with the old days. Today, it’s the same behavior in digital form. She’ll sneak glances while you type in your phone password. Or she’ll play the battery-dead trick and ask to use your phone, just so she can snoop through your photo gallery under the excuse of “needing it.” It’s not curiosity. It’s surveillance.
GOD forbid you work in an office with another woman. Even if she plays it cool on the outside, inside she’s seething. She’ll suggest you quit. She’ll question why that woman talks to you. She’ll stalk your social media. And if you refuse to change jobs or obey her unspoken rules, she’ll start planning her exit. But not before punishing you first. She’ll lash out. Maybe break something you care about. Maybe trash your stuff. But rest assured, you will pay for daring to be near another woman.
The hypocrisy is stunning. These same women who can’t handle a photo of your ex will shove their kids in your face, the living, breathing DNA of the man they slept with. They expect you to accept those kids without question, to raise them, to love them, and to deal with seeing their real father’s face in them. And when he shows up every other weekend for visitation, you’re expected to smile and play nice.
But if you ever speak to your ex? You’re a cheater. A traitor. An emotional abuser. She can text her baby daddy, but you can’t even keep a photo of someone you once knew.
That’s the twisted double standard men are expected to live under. You are not allowed a past. You are not allowed privacy. You are not allowed peace. You exist to serve, obey, and never question the queen’s jealousy.
Back in those days, photography was my hobby. I had hundreds of pictures. But I started noticing certain ones missing, always pictures of women. They didn’t ask. They didn’t admit. They simply took the photos, destroyed them, and then denied everything. One girlfriend stared at a photo of my first cousin, who had competed in a beauty pageant. She watched my face like a hawk as she asked who it was, fishing for a reaction, waiting to catch me in a lie. A few days later, those photos disappeared. Probably while I was asleep. That was the day I realized just how deranged a woman’s jealousy can be.
Their jealousy is pathological. They cannot stand the idea that another woman even exists in your past, in your present, or in your thoughts. Your life must be purged of all female presence in Her Majesty’s Holy domain. Pictures. Memories. Names. Erased.
And don’t think it ended with the old days. Today, it’s the same behavior in digital form. She’ll sneak glances while you type in your phone password. Or she’ll play the battery-dead trick and ask to use your phone, just so she can snoop through your photo gallery under the excuse of “needing it.” It’s not curiosity. It’s surveillance.
GOD forbid you work in an office with another woman. Even if she plays it cool on the outside, inside she’s seething. She’ll suggest you quit. She’ll question why that woman talks to you. She’ll stalk your social media. And if you refuse to change jobs or obey her unspoken rules, she’ll start planning her exit. But not before punishing you first. She’ll lash out. Maybe break something you care about. Maybe trash your stuff. But rest assured, you will pay for daring to be near another woman.
The hypocrisy is stunning. These same women who can’t handle a photo of your ex will shove their kids in your face, the living, breathing DNA of the man they slept with. They expect you to accept those kids without question, to raise them, to love them, and to deal with seeing their real father’s face in them. And when he shows up every other weekend for visitation, you’re expected to smile and play nice.
But if you ever speak to your ex? You’re a cheater. A traitor. An emotional abuser. She can text her baby daddy, but you can’t even keep a photo of someone you once knew.
That’s the twisted double standard men are expected to live under. You are not allowed a past. You are not allowed privacy. You are not allowed peace. You exist to serve, obey, and never question the queen’s jealousy.
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Who Is Laughing Now?
In the mid-1990s, a psychiatrist friend of mine accused me of being a misogynist for pointing out how violent some women can be. He also claimed that I was the problem because I sought out women like the ones I had been involved with. Additionally, he said I surrounded myself with men who, like me, were attracted to problematic women.
He eventually ended our friendship and spread a host of lies about me to our mutual friends. He claimed that I beat my wife, advised him to buy stocks that went under, and even hit on his unattractive live-in partner, whom he refused to marry. Ironically, I later discovered that he had been hitting on my wife while I was married.
He also told people that I wrote a bad review of his book back when Amazon.com only sold books. Furthermore, he insisted I needed medication for my so-called neurotic ideas. That marked the end of our friendship.
Fuck You George Viddler
The Principles of Seduction: How to Get Another Person to Fall in Love With You by G. Clayton Viddler
https://ift.tt/4VZQzKW
He eventually ended our friendship and spread a host of lies about me to our mutual friends. He claimed that I beat my wife, advised him to buy stocks that went under, and even hit on his unattractive live-in partner, whom he refused to marry. Ironically, I later discovered that he had been hitting on my wife while I was married.
He also told people that I wrote a bad review of his book back when Amazon.com only sold books. Furthermore, he insisted I needed medication for my so-called neurotic ideas. That marked the end of our friendship.
Fuck You George Viddler
The Principles of Seduction: How to Get Another Person to Fall in Love With You by G. Clayton Viddler
https://ift.tt/4VZQzKW
Tuesday, January 13, 2026
Gender Duality
1. When a man hits a woman, he is a bad man and he needs to pay the price for his actions.
2. When a woman hits a man, there must have been a reason she hit him. He is a bad man.
3. When a man cheats on a woman, he is a bad man, a dog.
4. When a woman cheats on a man, it is his fault for not initiating sex when she wants, how she wants, and as often as she wants.
5. If a woman gives birth to a child and it's not her boyfriend's or husband's, it's the man's fault because he didn't keep tabs on her, he didn't control her and he allowed it to happen. Also see #2
6. If a man divorces a woman and leaves his kids behind because she makes life difficult for him and the kids, he is the bad one, not only because he divorced her, it's because he picked the wrong person. Needless to say, he needs to pay her for life and he is mandated to pay child support for her use towards her luxury.
7. If a woman divorces a man, he is the bad one and he has to pay her for life and he is mandated to pay child support for her use towards her luxury.
8. If a woman takes a man's kids away from him, he must be the bad one. He has to pay. If he takes his kids away from her, he is a kidnapper and must be dealt with accordingly.
9. If a man opts out of a system that demonizes his every move, he is called a whiner, a crybaby and he needs therapy. Society tells him that he must jump back in that same system to be 'happy' once again as if it was his personal duty and obligation to be responsible for another grown human being's every want, need and desire, when, where and how they desire.
2. When a woman hits a man, there must have been a reason she hit him. He is a bad man.
3. When a man cheats on a woman, he is a bad man, a dog.
4. When a woman cheats on a man, it is his fault for not initiating sex when she wants, how she wants, and as often as she wants.
5. If a woman gives birth to a child and it's not her boyfriend's or husband's, it's the man's fault because he didn't keep tabs on her, he didn't control her and he allowed it to happen. Also see #2
6. If a man divorces a woman and leaves his kids behind because she makes life difficult for him and the kids, he is the bad one, not only because he divorced her, it's because he picked the wrong person. Needless to say, he needs to pay her for life and he is mandated to pay child support for her use towards her luxury.
7. If a woman divorces a man, he is the bad one and he has to pay her for life and he is mandated to pay child support for her use towards her luxury.
8. If a woman takes a man's kids away from him, he must be the bad one. He has to pay. If he takes his kids away from her, he is a kidnapper and must be dealt with accordingly.
9. If a man opts out of a system that demonizes his every move, he is called a whiner, a crybaby and he needs therapy. Society tells him that he must jump back in that same system to be 'happy' once again as if it was his personal duty and obligation to be responsible for another grown human being's every want, need and desire, when, where and how they desire.
Monday, January 12, 2026
If You Want to Be Happy for the Rest of Your Life
I asked a girl what the song meant, and she told me that beautiful women are trouble and they tend to cheat. I then asked her if she was a cheater or if she ugly. She was in shock as she froze and had no clue how to answer.
If You Want to be Happy For the Rest of Your Life
There is this song, by the 1950's R & B group The Coasters, called "Get An Ugly Girl to Marry You".
https://youtu.be/Y1ZJiBHh-Yw
(Partial Lyrics below)
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall
As soon as he married her and then she starts
To do the things that will break his heart
But if you make an ugly woman your wife
Ah you'll be happy for the rest of your life
An ugly woman cooks meals on time
She'll always give you peace of mind
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Don't let your friends say you have no taste
Go ahead and marry anyway
Though her face is ugly, her eyes don't match
Take it from me, she's a better catch
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Say man! Hey baby!
I saw your wife the other day!
Yeah? Yeah, an' she's ugly!
Yeah, she's ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!
Yeah, alright!
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
If You Want to be Happy For the Rest of Your Life
There is this song, by the 1950's R & B group The Coasters, called "Get An Ugly Girl to Marry You".
https://youtu.be/Y1ZJiBHh-Yw
(Partial Lyrics below)
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall
As soon as he married her and then she starts
To do the things that will break his heart
But if you make an ugly woman your wife
Ah you'll be happy for the rest of your life
An ugly woman cooks meals on time
She'll always give you peace of mind
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Don't let your friends say you have no taste
Go ahead and marry anyway
Though her face is ugly, her eyes don't match
Take it from me, she's a better catch
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Say man! Hey baby!
I saw your wife the other day!
Yeah? Yeah, an' she's ugly!
Yeah, she's ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!
Yeah, alright!
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So, for my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
Sunday, January 11, 2026
Reunion With a Girl I Liked When I Was 16 Years Old
A girl I once dated when I was 16 years old found me on Facebook about 35 years later. We met up and had dinner. She told me about her two kids, the ones she had with an alcoholic, drug addicted thug she married back in high school. According to her, they were doing fine.
Then she asked if I was married. When I told her I was divorced and would never marry again, her face dropped. She was visibly disappointed. She tried to push the idea that I could “correct the errors” I made in my past marriage and make my next one better.
Of course. Because in her world, it’s always the man’s fault.
She picked the wrong guy. He wrecked her life. But somehow, it’s still on me to fix what she thinks is broken. That’s the script.
It’s always a man’s fault.
Then she asked if I was married. When I told her I was divorced and would never marry again, her face dropped. She was visibly disappointed. She tried to push the idea that I could “correct the errors” I made in my past marriage and make my next one better.
Of course. Because in her world, it’s always the man’s fault.
She picked the wrong guy. He wrecked her life. But somehow, it’s still on me to fix what she thinks is broken. That’s the script.
It’s always a man’s fault.
Saturday, January 10, 2026
Deception Is Her Nature, Self-Destruction Is Her End
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.
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.
Friday, January 9, 2026
They Called Men Lazy, Then Asked Where All the Good Men Went
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.
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.
Thursday, January 8, 2026
When I Was 16 Years Old
When I was 16 years old, I had a heated argument with my mother. In an attempt to get away from her escalating rage, I brushed past her. That was all it took. She picked up the phone and called the cops, telling them I beat her. She lied, without hesitation. By the next day, thanks to my sister, every kid in the neighborhood believed I was a violent thug who assaulted his own mother.
Fast forward to the day my mother and my sister got into one of their infamous battles. They destroyed the living room. The television was smashed. Dishes shattered across the floor. They clawed and punched each other like enemies in a street brawl until they were both on the floor, yanking each other’s hair and bleeding from the face.
I walked into that war zone, stunned. My sister ran out the door like a coward. My mother, the same woman who lied to the police and destroyed my name, sat there in tears and said she felt sorry for my sister. Her excuse? “She’s confused.”
The same sister who beat her bloody got a sympathy pass. No cops were called. No rumors were spread. Not a single word was said to the neighborhood.
Because when a boy makes one wrong move, he’s branded for life. But when a girl causes chaos, she gets coddled, protected, and forgiven like it never happened.
Fast forward to the day my mother and my sister got into one of their infamous battles. They destroyed the living room. The television was smashed. Dishes shattered across the floor. They clawed and punched each other like enemies in a street brawl until they were both on the floor, yanking each other’s hair and bleeding from the face.
I walked into that war zone, stunned. My sister ran out the door like a coward. My mother, the same woman who lied to the police and destroyed my name, sat there in tears and said she felt sorry for my sister. Her excuse? “She’s confused.”
The same sister who beat her bloody got a sympathy pass. No cops were called. No rumors were spread. Not a single word was said to the neighborhood.
Because when a boy makes one wrong move, he’s branded for life. But when a girl causes chaos, she gets coddled, protected, and forgiven like it never happened.
Wednesday, January 7, 2026
Time to Play the Game
(Written to me from CrownEyes)
We live in a time of social decay, degeneracy, greed, lack of love and cognitive dissonance. The games many people play to achieve their agendas can be relentless. The games played in relationships are almost never ending unlike the fairytales girls used to watch when they were young.
Men today are a shadow of their former selves while women's shadows have grown into a greedy hungry monster waiting to devour its next victim. Regretfully, the modern woman is like a parasite waiting for a host to suck off everything they can until it dies or finds a better host in order to "upgrade" her financial and social status.
In the stage of the game, we're all actors and characters. What happens when the environment of the stage has everything in place for women to "win" and men to "lose"? It's almost like watching the mightiest of heroes lose at the end of the movie. As it is said, we are all a product of our environment. Because of the way the stage is set, women can play games to their advantage without consequence, unlike any other time in history.
With her many interactions, women play games with men in almost every move they make. It's a constant battle of words, psychology and energy of who can dominate. She constantly plays power games with the man, looking for points of weakness and ways she can establish power over the man. She is looking to see what she can take from him with little to nothing in return. She is a parasite. When she is successful, in reality or in her own imagination, she becomes disinterested and leaves, but not before she finds another host. The more she plays, the better she gets, and the faster she gets detached.
A moral woman wouldn't belittle, take advantage, rip off, cheat, beat down; disrespect anyone much less the man she supposedly is in love with. But because the system favors women, many women take advantage of all the details and little things most don't pick up. This proves that most women are narcissistic, selfish and conceited human beings. They are without any concern with creating a family or a future. They are devoid of any future planning. They are without morals.
Greed, coupled with her ability to become detached from her feelings is all she needs, especially when a woman sees a man as her golden ticket. When her target man has money or even more than her previous host, her prize is marriage or engagement.
To be fair they have been brainwashed to be weaponized against men. As a result, men have been stripped of any power they have ever had. When employers give women jobs, they don't realize they are making it worse for all other men by doing that. First you give a job to women, means a job a man didn't get including the money and career it comes with. Second, you raise a woman's status to the point where she doubles or even triples the standard of the status of the man she seeks as a mate. The higher a woman's salary, the higher she perceives her own status, the higher her expectations of her potential mate's status and salary. This cycle continues to the point she has unreasonable expectations as most women expect a man to always have a higher social status than her. She will always seek out a mate that is better off financially than her.
Women think they're more beautiful than they actually are, the makeup and plastic surgery has infected their self-perception and inflated their egos way beyond repair. Even her parents helped along the way, most likely her father, telling her that she's a princess and she's beautiful which is nice but they're lying to her. She is no princess.
The Marxist culture, using Hollywood, Disney and the music industry has blown women's egos and self-perception out of proportion. Women today have massive egos, they are on power trips. Social media is the steroids that push this false delusional ego into the beyond the stratosphere. It's parents' fault for not raising feminine moral girls who hold a family together and be faithful wives. They raise career women as if they were men.
Now when men look for a wife, they're finding a man inside a woman's body not a feminine woman like they used to make them and I don't mean that in the transgender sense but in how women behave in the modern age. They compete against their boyfriends and husbands and not assist and help them. They don't want to serve but to be served. If you want a woman to behave as a woman you need to get off your knees and become a King right from the start. If she won't have you as her King, then the King needs to kick her out of his Kingdom and win in the game of life.
We live in a time of social decay, degeneracy, greed, lack of love and cognitive dissonance. The games many people play to achieve their agendas can be relentless. The games played in relationships are almost never ending unlike the fairytales girls used to watch when they were young.
Men today are a shadow of their former selves while women's shadows have grown into a greedy hungry monster waiting to devour its next victim. Regretfully, the modern woman is like a parasite waiting for a host to suck off everything they can until it dies or finds a better host in order to "upgrade" her financial and social status.
In the stage of the game, we're all actors and characters. What happens when the environment of the stage has everything in place for women to "win" and men to "lose"? It's almost like watching the mightiest of heroes lose at the end of the movie. As it is said, we are all a product of our environment. Because of the way the stage is set, women can play games to their advantage without consequence, unlike any other time in history.
With her many interactions, women play games with men in almost every move they make. It's a constant battle of words, psychology and energy of who can dominate. She constantly plays power games with the man, looking for points of weakness and ways she can establish power over the man. She is looking to see what she can take from him with little to nothing in return. She is a parasite. When she is successful, in reality or in her own imagination, she becomes disinterested and leaves, but not before she finds another host. The more she plays, the better she gets, and the faster she gets detached.
A moral woman wouldn't belittle, take advantage, rip off, cheat, beat down; disrespect anyone much less the man she supposedly is in love with. But because the system favors women, many women take advantage of all the details and little things most don't pick up. This proves that most women are narcissistic, selfish and conceited human beings. They are without any concern with creating a family or a future. They are devoid of any future planning. They are without morals.
Greed, coupled with her ability to become detached from her feelings is all she needs, especially when a woman sees a man as her golden ticket. When her target man has money or even more than her previous host, her prize is marriage or engagement.
To be fair they have been brainwashed to be weaponized against men. As a result, men have been stripped of any power they have ever had. When employers give women jobs, they don't realize they are making it worse for all other men by doing that. First you give a job to women, means a job a man didn't get including the money and career it comes with. Second, you raise a woman's status to the point where she doubles or even triples the standard of the status of the man she seeks as a mate. The higher a woman's salary, the higher she perceives her own status, the higher her expectations of her potential mate's status and salary. This cycle continues to the point she has unreasonable expectations as most women expect a man to always have a higher social status than her. She will always seek out a mate that is better off financially than her.
Women think they're more beautiful than they actually are, the makeup and plastic surgery has infected their self-perception and inflated their egos way beyond repair. Even her parents helped along the way, most likely her father, telling her that she's a princess and she's beautiful which is nice but they're lying to her. She is no princess.
The Marxist culture, using Hollywood, Disney and the music industry has blown women's egos and self-perception out of proportion. Women today have massive egos, they are on power trips. Social media is the steroids that push this false delusional ego into the beyond the stratosphere. It's parents' fault for not raising feminine moral girls who hold a family together and be faithful wives. They raise career women as if they were men.
Now when men look for a wife, they're finding a man inside a woman's body not a feminine woman like they used to make them and I don't mean that in the transgender sense but in how women behave in the modern age. They compete against their boyfriends and husbands and not assist and help them. They don't want to serve but to be served. If you want a woman to behave as a woman you need to get off your knees and become a King right from the start. If she won't have you as her King, then the King needs to kick her out of his Kingdom and win in the game of life.
Tuesday, January 6, 2026
Not All Women Are Like That #4
I made a general statement about women to a woman I know and, like clockwork, she protected the female collective by saying, “That’s a generalization. Not all women are like that.”
I responded with, “You’re right. You got me. But, at least men like watching their favorite sports team.”
She agreed by saying, “Yeah, that’s true.”
I immediately jumped in with, “But not all men. Not all. Not all men watch sports.”
She corrected herself and said, “Yeah, you’re right.”
I continued with, “Men are good at fixing things, right?”
She agreed by saying, “Yeah.”
Again I snapped with, “But not all men. Not all. Not all.”
Now she started looking at me like I was crazy. She said, “OK.”
Then I asked her, “Do bees sting?”
Cautiously she said, “Yes.”
I came back with, “But not all bees. Not all of them. Not all bees sting.”
Her final statement made it clear to me I was talking to a woman. She said, “I don’t get the point you’re trying to make.”
I just laughed.
I responded with, “You’re right. You got me. But, at least men like watching their favorite sports team.”
She agreed by saying, “Yeah, that’s true.”
I immediately jumped in with, “But not all men. Not all. Not all men watch sports.”
She corrected herself and said, “Yeah, you’re right.”
I continued with, “Men are good at fixing things, right?”
She agreed by saying, “Yeah.”
Again I snapped with, “But not all men. Not all. Not all.”
Now she started looking at me like I was crazy. She said, “OK.”
Then I asked her, “Do bees sting?”
Cautiously she said, “Yes.”
I came back with, “But not all bees. Not all of them. Not all bees sting.”
Her final statement made it clear to me I was talking to a woman. She said, “I don’t get the point you’re trying to make.”
I just laughed.
Monday, January 5, 2026
Not All Women Are Like That #3
Her: Not all girls are the same!
TheXYGhost: Good. I’ll wait until some girl takes me out, buys me dinner, and sweeps me off my feet until she is ready to propose to me with a new car.
Her: That’s never gonna happen.
TheXYGhost: Why? Because there are no girls who will ever take the time, energy, and money to pamper a man?
Her: You got that right!
TheXYGhost: So, what you are telling me is that all girls are the same.
TheXYGhost: Good. I’ll wait until some girl takes me out, buys me dinner, and sweeps me off my feet until she is ready to propose to me with a new car.
Her: That’s never gonna happen.
TheXYGhost: Why? Because there are no girls who will ever take the time, energy, and money to pamper a man?
Her: You got that right!
TheXYGhost: So, what you are telling me is that all girls are the same.
Sunday, January 4, 2026
Not All Women Are Like That #2
The female collective will constantly repeat this phrase whenever a man speaks about the terrible experience he had with a woman. Let’s explore this.
Women want a man in her life who is:
• Taller than her
• Stronger than her
• Smarter than her
• Faster than her
• Richer than her
• More degrees than her
• More experienced than her
And whenever you speak negatively about women in general, they all speak out in unison.
• “Not ALL women are like that!”
• “You hate women.”
• “Who hurt you?”
• “You just pick the wrong women.”
• “Where do you find these women?”
When you marry the above woman and have kids with her, she will divorce you and make your children fatherless because she imagines that she has surpassed your status. If she wins a lottery, her winnings will determine that your kids do not need you any longer.
Women want a man in her life who is:
• Taller than her
• Stronger than her
• Smarter than her
• Faster than her
• Richer than her
• More degrees than her
• More experienced than her
And whenever you speak negatively about women in general, they all speak out in unison.
• “Not ALL women are like that!”
• “You hate women.”
• “Who hurt you?”
• “You just pick the wrong women.”
• “Where do you find these women?”
When you marry the above woman and have kids with her, she will divorce you and make your children fatherless because she imagines that she has surpassed your status. If she wins a lottery, her winnings will determine that your kids do not need you any longer.
Saturday, January 3, 2026
Not All Women Are Like That #1
If you stand in front of a group of women and proclaim how amazing they all are, not one will interrupt. Say that all women are beautiful, strong, and intelligent, and they will sit there nodding like synchronized dolls. Say that all men are trash, cheaters, abusers, or cowards, and not a single woman will speak out in defense of the opposite sex. They will let that lie slide because it flatters them and feeds the ego.
But the second you expose an ugly truth, that over 80 percent of divorces are initiated by women, that women are walking out of families they built simply because they are unhappy or found some minor flaw in their man, the air changes. Suddenly the silence is broken by an outraged chorus of defense.
“Not ALL women are like that!”
“You must hate women.”
“Who hurt you?”
“You just pick the wrong ones.”
“Where are you meeting these women?”
That instant backlash is not about truth, it’s about loyalty to the hive. Women will defend the collective with religious devotion. Logic dies. Accountability disappears. They don’t care if it is factually accurate or morally wrong, they will attack you before they ever confront each other. Because to criticize one woman is to challenge the entire female narrative, and they will protect that narrative like their lives depend on it.
But the second you expose an ugly truth, that over 80 percent of divorces are initiated by women, that women are walking out of families they built simply because they are unhappy or found some minor flaw in their man, the air changes. Suddenly the silence is broken by an outraged chorus of defense.
“Not ALL women are like that!”
“You must hate women.”
“Who hurt you?”
“You just pick the wrong ones.”
“Where are you meeting these women?”
That instant backlash is not about truth, it’s about loyalty to the hive. Women will defend the collective with religious devotion. Logic dies. Accountability disappears. They don’t care if it is factually accurate or morally wrong, they will attack you before they ever confront each other. Because to criticize one woman is to challenge the entire female narrative, and they will protect that narrative like their lives depend on it.
Friday, January 2, 2026
How and Why Women Pick Their Partners
Women partner with those who elevate their status, either by association or by contrast.
Elevating by association:
Women instinctively reject men they perceive as beneath them in any area they consider a strength.
• If she is strong, she rejects weak men.
• If she is rich, she rejects men who earn less.
• If she has a degree, she rejects men without one.
• If she has two degrees, she rejects men with only one.
• If she is tall, she rejects shorter men.
• If she is a bodybuilder, she rejects men who are not on her level physically.
• If she has a 140 IQ, she rejects anyone intellectually beneath her.She despises men she views as lesser. Once she sees she can overtake a man, she loses all respect and removes him from her life.
Whatever she values in herself, she expects more of in a man, or she walks.And yet, if a poor woman marries a billionaire, she becomes a billionaire by association.
Perception is everything. If she thinks she is smarter but finds out he is smarter, she will leave.
Elevating by contrast:
Now flip the script. A woman deliberately chooses a man beneath her in every category, then uses her strengths as a weapon. She reminds him at every turn that she is better, smarter, stronger, and more successful.
This is why women chase gangsters, thugs, criminals, substance abusers, ex- convicts, gamblers, smooth talkers, liars, cheaters, woman beaters, married men, con artists, lazy fools, and abusive jerks. She feels powerful around them. She gets to be the queen of trash.
The problem is not men,The problem is women.
Women are the ones who choose the men.Women are the ones who file for divorce.
Elevating by association:
Women instinctively reject men they perceive as beneath them in any area they consider a strength.
• If she is strong, she rejects weak men.
• If she is rich, she rejects men who earn less.
• If she has a degree, she rejects men without one.
• If she has two degrees, she rejects men with only one.
• If she is tall, she rejects shorter men.
• If she is a bodybuilder, she rejects men who are not on her level physically.
• If she has a 140 IQ, she rejects anyone intellectually beneath her.She despises men she views as lesser. Once she sees she can overtake a man, she loses all respect and removes him from her life.
Whatever she values in herself, she expects more of in a man, or she walks.And yet, if a poor woman marries a billionaire, she becomes a billionaire by association.
Perception is everything. If she thinks she is smarter but finds out he is smarter, she will leave.
Elevating by contrast:
Now flip the script. A woman deliberately chooses a man beneath her in every category, then uses her strengths as a weapon. She reminds him at every turn that she is better, smarter, stronger, and more successful.
This is why women chase gangsters, thugs, criminals, substance abusers, ex- convicts, gamblers, smooth talkers, liars, cheaters, woman beaters, married men, con artists, lazy fools, and abusive jerks. She feels powerful around them. She gets to be the queen of trash.
The problem is not men,The problem is women.
Women are the ones who choose the men.Women are the ones who file for divorce.
Thursday, January 1, 2026
He’s Only a Provider to Her
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Kill the Boy, Build the Man
Men are not born, they are made. The boy must die so the man can live. That death is not gentle, it is not merciful, it is violent, it is loud, it is necessary. If you keep the boy alive, you will stay weak forever. The world does not need boys trapped in grown bodies, crying about fairness, thinking with their mother’s emotions, reacting like a child every time life denies them something. Kill the boy. Bury him. Never let him crawl back into you.
Steel is not soft, steel is not born, steel is forged in fire, beaten without mercy, hammered until it cannot break. You will be melted down by pain, hammered by betrayal, quenched in ice when life decides you deserve no warmth, sharpened by failure until you are dangerous to anyone who tries to dull you. Every hardship is a strike of the hammer, every disappointment the anvil, every scar proof you did not run. If you are not being forged, you are rusting.
If you waste your life on distractions, you are already finished. Men rot in front of glowing screens watching strangers chase a ball while their children collapse in school and their bank accounts bleed dry. They drown in headlines about riots in Sweden, migrants in Nigeria, a plane crash in Canada, a train derailment in Mexico — none of it matters, none of it saves them, none of it makes them strong. Distraction is a leash around your neck, and every minute you give to it you are choosing weakness, you are choosing slavery, you are choosing death.
Ignore your boss’s insults. Ignore your parents’ complaints. Ignore the laughter of friends who want you small. Ignore the politicians who promise salvation because history proves they will always lie, always betray, and never save you. Politicians do not love you, they never have, they never will. If you cannot cut off distractions, you will stay chained to them forever. The world is designed to keep you weak, and if you do not resist, you deserve to stay weak.
Reject therapy. It will keep you weak for decades. Stay out of churches. They exist to feed broken women new providers, to replace the men they already used up and discarded. Be your own priest, your own confessor. Stand tall, bleed in silence, fix your own problems. Your pain is yours to master.
If life does not forge you into a man, forge yourself. If life will not break you, break yourself before it’s too late. Comfort is poison, it rots men from the inside until they are soft, weak, useless. Put yourself in the fire on purpose. Go into the gym and lift until your arms shake, until the bar crushes you and you fight to rise again. Run until your lungs are on fire, until your legs collapse under you. Crawl, rise, run again. Hurt, bleed, suffer until nothing is left, then go back and do it again. Self-imposed pain is the only honest teacher.
Become the best person you could ever be or stay worthless. There is no middle ground. Become the best at your job no matter how small it is. Become the best at whatever you touch. If you cannot be physically strong, become mentally strong. Spend hours in study, hours in learning, hours sharpening your mind into a weapon. Master your craft until no one can touch you.
If your job is menial, dominate it. If you flip burgers, flip them perfectly. If you stock shelves, make them shine. You are not working for your boss, you are working to sharpen yourself into a weapon no matter who signs the paycheck. Make yourself precise, relentless, unstoppable. Stop crying. Stop complaining. Stop bitching. Stop moaning. The world does not care. Find ways to improve yourself at work, home or play. Be the man they cannot replace, the man they cannot break, the man they cannot ignore.
Seek pain before pain seeks you. Choose harder roads, heavier weights, greater challenges. Stop chasing easy days, start chasing days that scare you. Burn until you are fireproof. Sweat until you are empty. Look pain in the eye and dare it to do worse. Pain is not your enemy, pain is your test, and every time you survive it you rise stronger.
Learn to fight. Learn when to fight. Not every battle is with fists. Some fights are words, some are silence. Fight rarely. Fight precisely. Fight to win. You are a lion. A barking chihuahua means nothing to you. Ignore insults. Ignore weak attempts to provoke you. They are just noise. Protect your family. Protect yourself. Protect your property. When you must fight, end it fast and end it clean.
A man who avoids the fire is soft metal, brittle and weak, snapping under the first strike. A man who forges himself cannot be broken. No insult can touch him, no betrayal can crush him, no woman can destroy him, no failure can stop him.
You will be unshakable, unmovable, untouchable. A man carved out of fire and iron who does not bend, who does not beg, who does not back down. That is what it takes. That is what is required.
And remember this:
Nobody loves you.
Nobody will ever love you.
Nobody has ever loved you.
Maybe your mother, maybe your father, but that is where it ends.
This is not tragedy.
This is freedom.
Nobody wakes up thinking about you.
Nobody wakes up planning to make your life better.
Nobody is coming to save you.
You are the master of your destiny.
You are the architect of your strength.
You must build the man you want to be with your own hands.
Nobody will do it for you.
Nobody will care for you.
Nobody will ever care for you.
Embrace this.
Harden yourself.
Free yourself.
Stop waiting.
Stop begging.
Stop hoping.
Act.
Build.
Dominate.
Become strong.
Steel is not soft, steel is not born, steel is forged in fire, beaten without mercy, hammered until it cannot break. You will be melted down by pain, hammered by betrayal, quenched in ice when life decides you deserve no warmth, sharpened by failure until you are dangerous to anyone who tries to dull you. Every hardship is a strike of the hammer, every disappointment the anvil, every scar proof you did not run. If you are not being forged, you are rusting.
If you waste your life on distractions, you are already finished. Men rot in front of glowing screens watching strangers chase a ball while their children collapse in school and their bank accounts bleed dry. They drown in headlines about riots in Sweden, migrants in Nigeria, a plane crash in Canada, a train derailment in Mexico — none of it matters, none of it saves them, none of it makes them strong. Distraction is a leash around your neck, and every minute you give to it you are choosing weakness, you are choosing slavery, you are choosing death.
Ignore your boss’s insults. Ignore your parents’ complaints. Ignore the laughter of friends who want you small. Ignore the politicians who promise salvation because history proves they will always lie, always betray, and never save you. Politicians do not love you, they never have, they never will. If you cannot cut off distractions, you will stay chained to them forever. The world is designed to keep you weak, and if you do not resist, you deserve to stay weak.
Reject therapy. It will keep you weak for decades. Stay out of churches. They exist to feed broken women new providers, to replace the men they already used up and discarded. Be your own priest, your own confessor. Stand tall, bleed in silence, fix your own problems. Your pain is yours to master.
If life does not forge you into a man, forge yourself. If life will not break you, break yourself before it’s too late. Comfort is poison, it rots men from the inside until they are soft, weak, useless. Put yourself in the fire on purpose. Go into the gym and lift until your arms shake, until the bar crushes you and you fight to rise again. Run until your lungs are on fire, until your legs collapse under you. Crawl, rise, run again. Hurt, bleed, suffer until nothing is left, then go back and do it again. Self-imposed pain is the only honest teacher.
Become the best person you could ever be or stay worthless. There is no middle ground. Become the best at your job no matter how small it is. Become the best at whatever you touch. If you cannot be physically strong, become mentally strong. Spend hours in study, hours in learning, hours sharpening your mind into a weapon. Master your craft until no one can touch you.
If your job is menial, dominate it. If you flip burgers, flip them perfectly. If you stock shelves, make them shine. You are not working for your boss, you are working to sharpen yourself into a weapon no matter who signs the paycheck. Make yourself precise, relentless, unstoppable. Stop crying. Stop complaining. Stop bitching. Stop moaning. The world does not care. Find ways to improve yourself at work, home or play. Be the man they cannot replace, the man they cannot break, the man they cannot ignore.
Seek pain before pain seeks you. Choose harder roads, heavier weights, greater challenges. Stop chasing easy days, start chasing days that scare you. Burn until you are fireproof. Sweat until you are empty. Look pain in the eye and dare it to do worse. Pain is not your enemy, pain is your test, and every time you survive it you rise stronger.
Learn to fight. Learn when to fight. Not every battle is with fists. Some fights are words, some are silence. Fight rarely. Fight precisely. Fight to win. You are a lion. A barking chihuahua means nothing to you. Ignore insults. Ignore weak attempts to provoke you. They are just noise. Protect your family. Protect yourself. Protect your property. When you must fight, end it fast and end it clean.
A man who avoids the fire is soft metal, brittle and weak, snapping under the first strike. A man who forges himself cannot be broken. No insult can touch him, no betrayal can crush him, no woman can destroy him, no failure can stop him.
You will be unshakable, unmovable, untouchable. A man carved out of fire and iron who does not bend, who does not beg, who does not back down. That is what it takes. That is what is required.
And remember this:
Nobody loves you.
Nobody will ever love you.
Nobody has ever loved you.
Maybe your mother, maybe your father, but that is where it ends.
This is not tragedy.
This is freedom.
Nobody wakes up thinking about you.
Nobody wakes up planning to make your life better.
Nobody is coming to save you.
You are the master of your destiny.
You are the architect of your strength.
You must build the man you want to be with your own hands.
Nobody will do it for you.
Nobody will care for you.
Nobody will ever care for you.
Embrace this.
Harden yourself.
Free yourself.
Stop waiting.
Stop begging.
Stop hoping.
Act.
Build.
Dominate.
Become strong.
Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Think About This
Do you want to waste your time, energy, and money buying expensive dinners, gifts, and entertainment for a creature that believes she is entitled to your resources, just for the slim chance she might grant you the privilege of being her personal servant and financial slave?
Or do you want a woman who is constantly on her toes, working to pamper your life, proving through her actions that she values your presence, and ensuring that when the time comes you will protect her without hesitation?
The choice is simple. One path bleeds you dry while she measures your worth in dollars spent. The other path builds loyalty and respect because she earns her place beside you. Most men chase approval like trained dogs, handing over their wallet for scraps of attention. A man who knows his value will never compete for the chance to serve, he will make her compete for the privilege of being protected.
Or do you want a woman who is constantly on her toes, working to pamper your life, proving through her actions that she values your presence, and ensuring that when the time comes you will protect her without hesitation?
The choice is simple. One path bleeds you dry while she measures your worth in dollars spent. The other path builds loyalty and respect because she earns her place beside you. Most men chase approval like trained dogs, handing over their wallet for scraps of attention. A man who knows his value will never compete for the chance to serve, he will make her compete for the privilege of being protected.
Thursday, December 25, 2025
I Can't Believe What Fabio Told Me
A number of years ago I was sitting at a bar in Caffe Roma in Beverly Hills, California (http://www.cafferomabeverlyhills.com/) waiting for my friends to arrive. They were late, again. After a while of sitting there nursing my drink, a well-dressed man with long blonde hair stood next to me. As it turned out, this gentleman was Fabio, Fabio Lanzoni (http://tinyurl.com/zvbsj5b). You know, the Italian model who graced the covers of countless Harlequin Romance Novels (http://tinyurl.com/j3gq8jw) and starred in the famous I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter ads (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xszIaNpYILY). Yes, that Fabio, the icon of female desire.
We began talking. It was surreal. After a while, I asked him if he was married. A very serious look came over his face, and with a tone I will never forget, he replied,
“Do I look stupid to you?”
Then he added, “Women are crazy.”
Here I was, sitting and talking with a man who could attract any woman he wanted purely by his looks and popularity, yet he kept women at arm’s length and nothing more.
As you can see from his Wikipedia page (http://tinyurl.com/zayz5hm), he has never been married. If a man like him won’t get married, why should you?
By the way, congratulations to Fabio on becoming a U.S. citizen as of March 16, 2016. Welcome to our country, we’re proud to have you.
We began talking. It was surreal. After a while, I asked him if he was married. A very serious look came over his face, and with a tone I will never forget, he replied,
“Do I look stupid to you?”
Then he added, “Women are crazy.”
Here I was, sitting and talking with a man who could attract any woman he wanted purely by his looks and popularity, yet he kept women at arm’s length and nothing more.
As you can see from his Wikipedia page (http://tinyurl.com/zayz5hm), he has never been married. If a man like him won’t get married, why should you?
By the way, congratulations to Fabio on becoming a U.S. citizen as of March 16, 2016. Welcome to our country, we’re proud to have you.
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