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.
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Saturday, January 10, 2026
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.
Wednesday, December 24, 2025
Former Feminists Are Still Dictating
There are women out there now calling themselves antifeminists, proudly claiming they were once hardcore feminists before they “saw the light.” They parade themselves as repentant insiders, as if that gives them moral authority to speak against the beast they helped create. Do not be fooled. These are the same women who once thrived on attention, poisoning the culture with their vile demands, pushing the war on men further every year. Now they have simply switched lanes, jumping from the feminist highway to the antifeminist bandwagon, still chasing the same drug, attention.
They loudly denounce their feminist past, the last 60 years of their own ideology, yet they reject any return to proven traditional roles that worked for centuries. They are not looking for stability or balance. They are looking for a new way to control the direction of society without admitting that they were the architects of its destruction. In the past, women like them wanted the world to bend to their demands. Now that their demands have rotted the foundation, they want the world to try a new experiment, undefined, untested, and still under their control.
They will never accept the truth that the most functional society is one where people are left alone to live as they choose, without ideological engineering. That is not good enough for them because it means surrendering their grip on power.
So I ask, where do you want to go? Do you want to take a road planned by someone who has already led you into a ditch and trust them to choose the next route? Do you want to waste decades walking blind into another failed social experiment? As for me, I will not follow them, I will not walk the path of those who destroyed what worked, and I will not dictate where another man should go. I am going my own way, and I will burn every bridge they try to build to pull me back under their control.
They loudly denounce their feminist past, the last 60 years of their own ideology, yet they reject any return to proven traditional roles that worked for centuries. They are not looking for stability or balance. They are looking for a new way to control the direction of society without admitting that they were the architects of its destruction. In the past, women like them wanted the world to bend to their demands. Now that their demands have rotted the foundation, they want the world to try a new experiment, undefined, untested, and still under their control.
They will never accept the truth that the most functional society is one where people are left alone to live as they choose, without ideological engineering. That is not good enough for them because it means surrendering their grip on power.
So I ask, where do you want to go? Do you want to take a road planned by someone who has already led you into a ditch and trust them to choose the next route? Do you want to waste decades walking blind into another failed social experiment? As for me, I will not follow them, I will not walk the path of those who destroyed what worked, and I will not dictate where another man should go. I am going my own way, and I will burn every bridge they try to build to pull me back under their control.
Tuesday, December 23, 2025
You Can't Compromise With Greedy and Selfish Women
Feminism is the art of taking a gift and turning it into a ransom note. A man freely offers an inch out of kindness, and she demands ten miles, or she takes everything outright. If you give in, you are a sucker. If you refuse, you are cheap and stingy. Meanwhile, the weak men around you tell you to compromise, to meet her in the middle, as if there is a middle ground with a parasite.
Never, under any circumstances, offer anything to an ungrateful woman. She will never respect it, she will never appreciate it, and she will always demand more. Gratitude is foreign to her. Entitlement is her native language.
Never, under any circumstances, offer anything to an ungrateful woman. She will never respect it, she will never appreciate it, and she will always demand more. Gratitude is foreign to her. Entitlement is her native language.
Monday, December 22, 2025
A Married Woman and My Brother
It was Halloween night at my dad’s place when the doorbell rang. I figured it was just Trick or Treaters, so I grabbed a bowl of candy and opened the door. Instead of kids in costumes, there stood a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, holding an envelope. No smile, no costume, just standing there like she had a mission.
She said she lived down the road and had a “peace offering” for my son. I told her I had no son, only brothers. Then she admitted she was dating my brother and that their relationship had ended badly. She claimed she wanted to make peace before leaving the country that night. She handed me the envelope, her so-called offering, and asked me to give it to him. I told her I would.
After she left, I texted my brother. I told him some woman had stopped by dad’s place to leave him a card, said she was leaving town, and thought I was his father. He replied, “It is a married woman who is obsessed with me. But thanks man.”
That told me everything. Another married woman chasing excitement outside her vows, another walking disaster ready to drag a man’s life into the gutter. I am thirty two years older than my younger brother, and no one in my family knows about my MGTOW convictions or my alias, AKA John Stone. But it is obvious, he is facing the same type of poison I had to deal with decades ago. Different woman, same game, same script. They never change, only the faces change.
A man does not need to study MGTOW to feel the burn of betrayal or the chaos of a woman who treats loyalty like a temporary arrangement. He only needs to live long enough to see it happen to himself or to someone close to him. And when it does, he understands why a man must go his own way.
She said she lived down the road and had a “peace offering” for my son. I told her I had no son, only brothers. Then she admitted she was dating my brother and that their relationship had ended badly. She claimed she wanted to make peace before leaving the country that night. She handed me the envelope, her so-called offering, and asked me to give it to him. I told her I would.
After she left, I texted my brother. I told him some woman had stopped by dad’s place to leave him a card, said she was leaving town, and thought I was his father. He replied, “It is a married woman who is obsessed with me. But thanks man.”
That told me everything. Another married woman chasing excitement outside her vows, another walking disaster ready to drag a man’s life into the gutter. I am thirty two years older than my younger brother, and no one in my family knows about my MGTOW convictions or my alias, AKA John Stone. But it is obvious, he is facing the same type of poison I had to deal with decades ago. Different woman, same game, same script. They never change, only the faces change.
A man does not need to study MGTOW to feel the burn of betrayal or the chaos of a woman who treats loyalty like a temporary arrangement. He only needs to live long enough to see it happen to himself or to someone close to him. And when it does, he understands why a man must go his own way.
Sunday, December 21, 2025
That Girl Likes You
After my divorce was finalized and several months had passed, I decided to try something different. I thought maybe going to church for the first time might improve my odds of finding a decent woman to share my life with. I picked a church far from my neighborhood, somewhere no one I knew would attend, and I sat quietly through the services without drawing attention to myself.
Before long, a few men approached me and welcomed me warmly. They offered me genuine support and solid, logical advice without trying to preach at me. They invited me to Wednesday night Bible studies, before-and-after sermon discussions, church events, and even welcomed me into their homes for private study sessions. These men opened their hearts to me, and I will always appreciate that.
Then the test came. One Sunday, while I was setting up snacks for an after-sermon lecture, an older woman approached and asked my name. She introduced me to two of her elderly friends, then pulled me aside to quietly ask what kind of work I did. My guard was down. I had no idea she was sizing me up like a cattle buyer at an auction. I told her my occupation. Her eyes lit up and she nearly exploded with excitement, saying, “Oh! Oh! Oh! You’re rich! This girl, Wilma, likes you.”
I told her politely that I was not there for that. Still, the name Wilma stuck in my head. I had never spoken to a Wilma or been introduced to one, and with a name like that I knew I would remember it. All I could think of was Fred Flintstone’s wife from the old cartoon.
A few weeks later, the second woman out of that trio cornered me and asked the same questions. When she finally got to “What do you do for a living?” I told her, already suspicious. Just like the first one, she squealed, “Ooooh! You’re rich! Did you know that Wilma likes you?” It felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone. I told her again that I was not there to be set up with anyone and that I was perfectly fine as I was.
The following week, the first woman told me I should pray during the sermon for GOD to introduce me to someone after the service, and that my prayer would be answered. I told her I was not interested. She insisted that I should pray anyway so God’s will could be “revealed” to me.
I will admit, the mystery of who Wilma was kept nagging at me. Over the following weeks I looked for her without asking. I attended different groups, lingered in the hallways, scanning the crowd. Then one day, I saw her. Wilma. A tall, elegant, very attractive black woman.
I walked over and stood near her, waiting for her to say something. After all, two women had told me she liked me. Why would they lie? But she said nothing. She did not even seem to know who I was.
Later, while preparing for a children’s event, the third old woman approached me in front of others and asked what I did for a living. I thought, here we go again. I told her my occupation, and right on cue she said, “Ooooh, you’re rich…” I cut her off before she could continue, saying, “If I had ten times the money of Bill Gates, I would still not be as rich as Jesus Christ.” The three old women exchanged puzzled looks. I was done with their nonsense.
The next Sunday, I sat on the opposite side of the church. At the end of the service, the announcements included the engagement of Wilma and Jacob. I turned to look at the three women. Their faces were sour. My suspicion was clear: they did not approve of Wilma being engaged to a white man. They had been trying to maneuver me into the picture as some sort of “acceptable” match in their eyes. Maybe I was wrong, maybe not. Either way, they never mentioned Wilma again.
This is the lesson. Even in a church, the politics of attraction, money, and social approval are alive and well. They will size you up, assign you value, and try to place you where they think you belong. If you are not careful, you will find yourself playing a part in a script you never agreed to.
In retrospect, I guess I should’ve initially asked them to introduce her.
Before long, a few men approached me and welcomed me warmly. They offered me genuine support and solid, logical advice without trying to preach at me. They invited me to Wednesday night Bible studies, before-and-after sermon discussions, church events, and even welcomed me into their homes for private study sessions. These men opened their hearts to me, and I will always appreciate that.
Then the test came. One Sunday, while I was setting up snacks for an after-sermon lecture, an older woman approached and asked my name. She introduced me to two of her elderly friends, then pulled me aside to quietly ask what kind of work I did. My guard was down. I had no idea she was sizing me up like a cattle buyer at an auction. I told her my occupation. Her eyes lit up and she nearly exploded with excitement, saying, “Oh! Oh! Oh! You’re rich! This girl, Wilma, likes you.”
I told her politely that I was not there for that. Still, the name Wilma stuck in my head. I had never spoken to a Wilma or been introduced to one, and with a name like that I knew I would remember it. All I could think of was Fred Flintstone’s wife from the old cartoon.
A few weeks later, the second woman out of that trio cornered me and asked the same questions. When she finally got to “What do you do for a living?” I told her, already suspicious. Just like the first one, she squealed, “Ooooh! You’re rich! Did you know that Wilma likes you?” It felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone. I told her again that I was not there to be set up with anyone and that I was perfectly fine as I was.
The following week, the first woman told me I should pray during the sermon for GOD to introduce me to someone after the service, and that my prayer would be answered. I told her I was not interested. She insisted that I should pray anyway so God’s will could be “revealed” to me.
I will admit, the mystery of who Wilma was kept nagging at me. Over the following weeks I looked for her without asking. I attended different groups, lingered in the hallways, scanning the crowd. Then one day, I saw her. Wilma. A tall, elegant, very attractive black woman.
I walked over and stood near her, waiting for her to say something. After all, two women had told me she liked me. Why would they lie? But she said nothing. She did not even seem to know who I was.
Later, while preparing for a children’s event, the third old woman approached me in front of others and asked what I did for a living. I thought, here we go again. I told her my occupation, and right on cue she said, “Ooooh, you’re rich…” I cut her off before she could continue, saying, “If I had ten times the money of Bill Gates, I would still not be as rich as Jesus Christ.” The three old women exchanged puzzled looks. I was done with their nonsense.
The next Sunday, I sat on the opposite side of the church. At the end of the service, the announcements included the engagement of Wilma and Jacob. I turned to look at the three women. Their faces were sour. My suspicion was clear: they did not approve of Wilma being engaged to a white man. They had been trying to maneuver me into the picture as some sort of “acceptable” match in their eyes. Maybe I was wrong, maybe not. Either way, they never mentioned Wilma again.
This is the lesson. Even in a church, the politics of attraction, money, and social approval are alive and well. They will size you up, assign you value, and try to place you where they think you belong. If you are not careful, you will find yourself playing a part in a script you never agreed to.
In retrospect, I guess I should’ve initially asked them to introduce her.
Saturday, December 20, 2025
Women and Tipping
I have spoken with waiters, waitresses, and cab drivers. They all say the same thing, men tip better than women. In the hospitality industry, the overwhelming majority of tips come from men. I know many New York City cab drivers who will pass over a female passenger and choose a male instead for one simple reason, men pay better and they know it.
The only time I have ever seen a woman tip well is if she has worked as a waitress herself. That is the rare exception. Most of the time, the money leaves her hand like it is a piece of her soul being torn away.
So which sex is greedy, stingy, and selfish? Keep that in mind the next time a woman calls you cheap because you refused to buy her the most expensive meal and wine on the first date. Remember it when she expects you to pick up every tab, cover every outing, and fund her evening without a word of thanks. The truth is, the ones shouting “cheap” the loudest are often the ones who tip the least and give the least.
The only time I have ever seen a woman tip well is if she has worked as a waitress herself. That is the rare exception. Most of the time, the money leaves her hand like it is a piece of her soul being torn away.
So which sex is greedy, stingy, and selfish? Keep that in mind the next time a woman calls you cheap because you refused to buy her the most expensive meal and wine on the first date. Remember it when she expects you to pick up every tab, cover every outing, and fund her evening without a word of thanks. The truth is, the ones shouting “cheap” the loudest are often the ones who tip the least and give the least.
Friday, December 19, 2025
Women in Prisons
Over my lifetime I have spoken to many corrections officers, both men and women, from New York City, New York State, New Jersey, New Hampshire, Arizona, and California. One truth stands out without question. The men in prison are violent and dangerous, and the worst of them end up featured on television shows about maximum security nightmares. But the women, according to every officer I have spoken with, are a different breed entirely, nasty, filthy, manipulative, and disgusting in ways that make violence look almost straightforward by comparison.
Every officer I have spoken to has told me they would rather work in a men’s prison than a women’s. In a men’s facility you know what you are dealing with. Violence is open, visible, and predictable. But in a women’s prison the filth is not just physical, it is mental. It is constant scheming, constant drama, constant attempts to weaponize lies and manipulation. The danger is not just in fists and blades, it is in the games they play to ruin anyone they can reach.
When seasoned officers, hardened by years inside the walls, tell you they prefer the company of male inmates over female ones, it should tell you everything you need to know about the reality of female behavior when the masks come off.
Every officer I have spoken to has told me they would rather work in a men’s prison than a women’s. In a men’s facility you know what you are dealing with. Violence is open, visible, and predictable. But in a women’s prison the filth is not just physical, it is mental. It is constant scheming, constant drama, constant attempts to weaponize lies and manipulation. The danger is not just in fists and blades, it is in the games they play to ruin anyone they can reach.
When seasoned officers, hardened by years inside the walls, tell you they prefer the company of male inmates over female ones, it should tell you everything you need to know about the reality of female behavior when the masks come off.
Thursday, December 18, 2025
The Divorce Equation
There is absolutely a formula for predicting when a woman will separate from her man. It is not based on feelings, romance, or fate, it is a timeline driven by cold calculation and self interest.
• If there are no children between them, she will leave within three years. That is the limit of her patience when there is nothing binding her to him.
• If there are children, she will wait until the youngest is four or five years old before ending it. This is when the dependency stage is over and her need for the man as a provider begins to feel optional.
• If the relationship survives beyond that point, you may have one of the rare ones who values commitment, but understand that rarity is not the rule.
• If a woman divorces her husband after seven or eight years, you can almost guarantee there are at least two children involved. The timeline matches the stage where she has secured the family she wanted and now feels free to leave.
I have never seen this pattern written anywhere, yet I have seen it play out again and again for decades. The variables change, the excuses vary, but the equation remains the same. It is not an accident, it is not random, and it is not love. It is strategy.
• If there are no children between them, she will leave within three years. That is the limit of her patience when there is nothing binding her to him.
• If there are children, she will wait until the youngest is four or five years old before ending it. This is when the dependency stage is over and her need for the man as a provider begins to feel optional.
• If the relationship survives beyond that point, you may have one of the rare ones who values commitment, but understand that rarity is not the rule.
• If a woman divorces her husband after seven or eight years, you can almost guarantee there are at least two children involved. The timeline matches the stage where she has secured the family she wanted and now feels free to leave.
I have never seen this pattern written anywhere, yet I have seen it play out again and again for decades. The variables change, the excuses vary, but the equation remains the same. It is not an accident, it is not random, and it is not love. It is strategy.
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