Back in the days that pissing off a woman meant that someone at least twice as big as me either beat the pulp out of me, or spanked my ass, the thoughts and emotions of others mattered.

Of course, you can't beat up your child if they're crying and you feel guilty about all your bullshit. I'm 31 years old, I looks back at the reasons given for my "disciplining" and recognize it still as bullshit - and I'm a fully autonomous adult with a big-boy job and my shit together. It's a lot easier to beat a submissive child than one that fights back. Therefore, it's important to teach boys not to cry assuming that you're a sick fuck.

One of the reasons men are so compliant to the emotional manipulations of women is because of old fashioned violence. Mothers are far more likely to beat their kids than fathers (got both, but, statistics trump personal anecdotes). If a mother beats her son when he upsets her for whatever reason, then the boy learns by pain to pay attention to how she feels. The more savage the beatings, the more sensitive he becomes (until or unless he breaks).

The thoughts and emotions of women, their offense, their nagging and bullshit - they don't matter. I'm bigger, stronger, and smarter than others now. I'm fit and strong, and if someone tries to force their opinions on me like they did when I was a child, then I'll fight back.

"Who hurt you?" they ask.

Women (more than men). Idiot women.

They are creating a shift toward sociopathy, inventing Christian Greys. It is important to leave women alone and let them fail, and collapse under their own weight. We absolutely need to let them fail on their own merits, otherwise we are sacrificing the best for their worst.

With the power to say no comes the responsibility to stay true to one's convictions: Justice is to reward good behavior and to punish bad behavior... and the most punishing thing you can do as a strong, smart, capable man is to ignore something, such that it decays.

Let the matriarchy die. I will not farm my labor out to its continuance, to let myself be reaped by their dark harvest.

Despite my bad luck in childhood, I'm lucky to be alive here and now. It's a good life that I've made for myself.