Feminism is a failed social movement because it perverts nature. It fails to understand that men and women are intrinsically different, both physically and mentally. Warped by hate and greed, women are the sorriest kind of short-term thinkers. Like a spider spinning a web in a sealed tomb, they are oblivious to any reality wider than the scope of their self-focused egos and glandular "logic". Like spoiled brats, women demand privileges which, once granted, they come to expect as rights and always cry for more. The feminist movement is more characterized by overindulgent self-pity than heroics. Feminism is a blueprint for deceit and despair, for a beleaguered present and a barren future. It rankles women to confront the truth about gender equity face to face: that equality means equality, and nothing less. You cannot have your cake and eat it, too. True equality means being slaughtered on the front lines; it means paying a fair share in dating and marriage; it means back-breaking hours at the office to earn a "man's salary". To compete for an equal paycheck a woman must have intelligence, drive, and ambition, not just a pair of breasts; to earn 20% more she must work 20% harder, as men have to do. All of this quarrels with the ease of traditional female whoredom. And so women blame men because now they are paying the price of the male worker: 60 or 70 soul-killing hours a week at a job which smothers them; interminable rush-hour commutes; jaw-clenching stress; ulcers and heart disease and early death; non-involvement in family life; divorce; and no time for "communicating". Suddenly women are opening their eyes and realizing that Lucy Ricardo and June Cleaver and Laura Petrie had the world literally by the balls-a little housekeeping and occasional sex for a life of comfort in the suburbs, spinning away the afternoons playing bridge or gossiping with the neighbors, while their husbands slaved at the office and worried about the bills. But women were determined to make it in a "man's world". The feminists had brainwashed them and sold them a bill of goods. Their journey has led them on a circular path, like a dog chasing its own tail, from awareness to protest to victory to unvarnished reality. The fist clenched in righteous indignation of the early struggle has transformed itself into an accusatory finger shaking with rage. Women have found out-the hard way-that the "man's world" is hard work, and they don't like it a bit. "Liberation" has come to mean slogging home alone from a power-bitch job and falling asleep in front of the television set, just like their fathers did. Only now there's no one there to scream at them for more money or more attention. The jailers have become the jailed. Slowly women are beginning to brush away the wool the feminists have pulled over their eyes. What women are looking for now is a way out of the prison their greed and self-indulgence has built for them. What they want is the cozy life their mothers led. They are tired of working and want to be taken care of again. You've come a long way, baby, only to arrive back at the starting point, but it's too late. By usurping men's jobs, by blatantly stealing men's money, by arrogantly abusing their sexual power, women have killed the goose that lays the golden eggs. Disgusted by female behavior, men are finally wising up.
A backlash is coming which will shake society to its foundations. The winners will be men, who will finally be free of the shackles of female domination. Women will be the losers, casualties in a senseless war they waged against nature itself.
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