The only solution to the female problem? Loutish, piglike, male
FORCE. Ain’t nothing wrong with women that a good backhand
won’t solve. Punch her in the stomach until she doubles over and
wheezes. Crush her nose with one shot. Throw her up against
your fish tank. Break things. Break everything. Smash
telephones, destroy appliances, and kick down doors. Neighbors
will call the cops. Shout threats to her as they hustle you into a
squad car. She takes out a restraining order. That won’t stop you.
Women are on the RECEIVING end, and we all know ‘tis
better to give. Females are egg-bearing brine shrimp. Sex objects.
Men are the nouns. Fucking is the verb. Women are the direct
OBJECTS. Two-dimensional. Why kid around? Women are
defined by those cunts and nothing else. They were fashioned by
nature as achingly beautiful mannequins, dead girls in store
windows. Victims. See all the dead lilies in the trash can behind
the flower shop. Fragile blossoms. Used. Decaying.
Women. Weak. Very pretty in their weakness. Ugly otherwise.
Don’t give her power—she doesn’t know how to handle it.
Women are intriguing little house pets, but they need to be tamed.