Anger. That natural, biological response to external stimuli, often amplified by testosterone. Anger is a man's emotion.

Do women get angry? Of course they do. But they exhibit it differently. In passive aggressive, pussified ways. In ways that are plausibly deniable, or at least justifiable, to the matriarchy. Yeah, that's right. I'm using that word. Because I don't fucking care.

I don't give a good god damn what you think. I am being openly aggressive. Actively aggressive. Not, and this is the important part, NOT passive-agressive. Because natural, hormonally fueled aggression is a primal part of the essence of man. Do not under any circumstance allow yourself to be shamed for being aggressive. Stop being aggressive, and you stop being a man.

I read that shitty Salon post about our little "angry" corner of the manospher, and that word struck a chord. When I was married, I was constantly accused of being "angry." And you know what? Goddammit, I was. I was angry because I didn't at the time understand women. At all. The concept of a shit test was so foreign to me I might as well have sent invading troops. So I would treat my ex-wife like a person, and take her shit tests seriously. And when her insanity made me rightfully angry, as it should have, I was chastised. And when I lashed out, I was demonized. And when I put my natural responses in check, I was mocked for being "passive-aggressive."

Thank fucking god for that. Thank fucking god I was blessed with the opportunity to see the true nature of women, and in so seeing, to discover the true nature of myself. That ordeal forced me to finally find my balls. Forced me to look with eyes that have never seen before for the true nature of things. My beta days were the crucible in which my current self could be forged.

Do you know what true anger is? True anger is the look on a woman's face when she finally realizes you are no longer under her thumb. When she realizes that you've found your balls, taken them back, and you're just. Laughing. At. Her.

I divorced my anger problem. I can count on one hand with fingers left over how many times I've been angry since. My ex wife? Not so much. She's reaping tenfold what she's sown. I love every minute of it.

Angry? We're not angry. We're aggressive. Aggressive in the way that feminist writers like whatshercunt hate themselves for loving. But angry? Fuck no. The opposite of anger is enlightenment.

Be enlightened. Be bold. Be aggressive. Be unashamed. Be men.