Time for another short story about the adventures of my son- a Red Pill certified Alpha, football player, pilot, and way to smart to be working at McDonalds.

My son, we will call him “Chad” is a late teenager who recently graduated from High School and despite pressure from his mum to go to the 13th Grade at a Junior College, he decided to work at McDonalds. Today was his first paycheck and he came straight from the mailbox screaming and howling like a Banshee. Turns out his effective take home rate is less than $7.50 after taxes. Who knew, right?

So during Chad’s mewling rant about how it is better to just be on welfare and watch the system crumble, and vows that he is not working to keep this pathetic society afloat, he threw out a Red Pill gold story:

“This bitch I work with came into the breakroom complaining about guys. She wanted to know what was wrong with guys and why don’t guys talk to her anymore.”

My son looked at the 20 something quite attractive girl. First he checked her out up and down and left her with a look of total disdain before giving her the answer in three words: “Me Too darlin.”

The girl was immediately defensive, demanding to know what he was talking about and my son gladly advised her that if women are going to make it into a rape case every time a guy shows any interest or asks a girl for a date then why would we make the effort.”

She huffed and puffed and they laughed at her. Then she tried to shame the boys at the table- ‘I guess only real men ask girls out on dates anymore.” They laughed at her even more and made jokes about their tiny penises without a shred of shame. Then she tried NAWALT- “Not all women are like that” you know. I don’t know what yous guys problem is.” (Yes she is an inarticulate gutter snipe already showing lines from her teenage and early 20’s life of parties, drugs, alcohol, and rough pumps and dumps with Chad).

My son laughed at her some more and after wiping away his tears asked to see her phone. The girl immediately clutched it like it was a life jacket.

“What…wh…why..why do you want to see my phone.”

My son smiled at her brightly. “I want to see your “Hashtag Me Too” post that proves you are not like all the others.”

She looked from face to face trying to find a White Knight to come to her rescue but all the boys sat stoic or grinning like Cheshire cats.

“You guys are all jerks” she said while stomping her feet like a little girl.

“Me too! Me too” the boys cried, slapping high fives all around.