TL:DR: Women are parasites, comparing their personal achievements to match that of legendary men when sucking his arteries... dry.

EmeraldScaleDec here. For starters, I am a bloke. PM to verify me, you cunts, Right, so on wards I guess?. Well, I am from Australia. So fuck you just because, and fuck our fucking cold winters and sizzling summers (still winterish here: -2 to -5 degrees). I’m 29 and that feels old to me, being overworked and overtaxed since 14 yo or younger. Anyway, hello global MGTOW.

I guess what I want to say here is, you’re all dickheads. Good dickheads. Punch in the arm dickheads. If anyone identifies me, then good on you. Just know that I take men’s health seriously, and you can roll your sleeves up at the next men’s shed and help me out.

Anyway, I’ve had it up to pussy’s bow with this shit. Firstly, I’d like to incite my right of red pill rage. Here goes:

NO!!! The Men’s Shed is not a fucking personal request service of woodwork to make your fucking KNITTING BOWL, MRS KY. Fuck You! And you’re stuck up entitlement. The young boys (65yo+) here are men, and to be respected. They have lived lives of absolute gruelling work of the mines, electrical grids and rail ways to provide you and your pretty little house with power, gas and a source of heat. All that nice heat and coal, plus goods and services to make your bones feel warm while the men are 60 ft below the surface to give you what you want or what you need feels good, hey? In reality, the trade off that these men got was excruciating lung disease and physiological fuck ups (loss of fingers, limbs or other externals because of the old times).

I didn't see you down there, working your ass off to extract coal and such. Oh, I forgot, you were a woman entitled to a cushion job. AKA the ‘illusion' of back breaking work in this country. You think these boys want to make a knitting bowl for you because you nicely asked? NO!!! They’re in their years of freedom, till you’ve come along with your demands. I've sat with these men as a 29 year old, and they are like young souls who make me laugh when they bang on about their own young times, lauding their grievances of the 2nd world war and their adventures. The best jokes they have are about the old times. Seriously, these boys are amazing. Sure they got married and such, but I do not blame these men. I blame the ego of infiltration, I.e feminism and the movement of a woman seeping into our spaces.

I’ve sat with them and listened to every woe they’ve had. I’ve sat with them and laughed, cried and smiled. These are my boys. These men are my hope. They are good men, knowing they’ve made mistakes by being married and enjoying their new found freedom of old sake and kinship since finding the Men’s Shed.

But, just recently, RM passed away. If you dox me, you’ll know who RM is. So yeah, I fucking cried. But what’s more heart wrenching is, how do you think the boy’s are gonna react? Yet, above all and the Christ lord almighty himself, you wanna come in here demanding the progress of your fucking knitting bowl on the same day we lost the best of our dickheads??? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? Seriously, who the fuck are you to cast aside our grievances just to know that your knitting bowl takes place above my mates? My ass holes who give me shit for being young and cuss me out for not seeing the bigger picture. My dickheads who make crude jokes about their wives and what not (the constant saying of don’t get married). My wankers who explore things and try to to understand them, be it Lego, electronics, woodwork, fishing, sailing, yachts, gardening, herbs, stained glass, mathematics, mycology, go kart racing, motorbikes, business, money, cars, engineering, metallurgy, landscaping, men’s mental health, skiing, mountain hiking or whatever ETC. ETC.

Jesus Christ my blood boiled that day. Of all days, did you not know that you were entering a man’s space? Did you not know that the biggest motorbike lover and wrench monkey (nickname) wasn’t with us anymore? Or the giant fucking sign that says: MEN’S SHED. Didn’t you understand our vibe when you walked through those doors, our loss and grief in the air? HOW CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? How can a creature of the same species not UNDERSTAND loss in the capacity of a man?

Oh, who am I kidding, you fucking pea brained, bitch. Although I don’t condone violence, I was so close to fucking high kicking your god damn head in that day.

You, off all things in the humanity of humans, think that your knitting bowl takes place above a man’s career and his legacy? In one single second, everything about you can be surmised because you are not that fucking grand or special. In fact, it fucking disgusts me because in the moment, I saw you. I saw your kind. You are a tick, sucking from the arteries of the greatest legends, comparing your own achievements to that of a legend just because you either: latched on like a parasite, or corrupted him enough so that he marries you through the sake of ‘marriage' and ‘ego’. Vile and disconnected, you cannot appreciate your host who sustains you. Instead, you’ll drive him to paralysis in order to feed your attention quotas, your lust, your strive for control, but above all, your need for validated power, even though you cannot understand it. Not even in the slightest.

Again, the mere surrounding events and concepts disgust's me. In that moment, I saw you. I saw your kind. Disconnected, you are vile creatures who have long fed off of men. For a split second, I smiled, knowing that there will come a time when the tick is removed from it’s feeding source, the man understanding that it’s tick (woman) who’s sapping him.

And with that, my red pill rage phase is concluded… for now.