Good morning “gentlemen”. I use the quotation marks around the word gentlemen so that we might know I use this term in the masculine; I use it in the tense in which we men use the word (as in gentlemen of yore. Guys who got s~~~ done, honoured their commitments, displayed loyalty to the important things in life, and forged a world in which we no longer had to swing from the trees). I do not use this word in the sense that women use it. If one desires to seek that definition, simply google “cuckold” or “wallet”.

This will be a long read, so feel free to not take up your time with my bulls~~~. But hey, if you’re currently bored or of interest at the moment, have a gander.

I was pleasantly surprised to come across this website yesterday, and today I am the MGHOW of the day at this finely-tuned community. Many thanks for the honour. I caroused the articles before joining, and it gives me great satisfaction to know that I’ve been living the MGHOW life before I knew what the hell a MGHOW actually is.

One thing is for certain. In these media-laden, brainwashed candy-ass, feminist (spelled cancer)- ridden times, it’s good sense to have a place in which rational people (spelled men) may converge to share their experiences, and general thoughts regarding one of humankind’s oldest diseases. I don’t speak of Rabies or Anthrax, both ancient diseases which even grace the pages of the bible: I speak of Apathy.

The state of being apathetic about current political events is one thing. Being in a state of apathy with one’s own well-being and life is a very alarming and dire situation which demands immediate attention. If one’s own well-being is at risk, regardless of the external influence which may be perpetrating the risk (it could be women, industry, the economy, warfare, what have you), then one must take self-conscious, analyzed, well-informed steps to ensure one’s own survival, whether it be for the sake of mentally, emotionally, or physically preserving one’s self. As men, we tend to deal with threats swiftly, successfully, and damn the consequences. While this can feel instantly rewarding when dealing with a festering, conniving, disloyal opportunist (also spelled “woman”), one might want to orchestrate a successful exit plan, instead of feeling doomed, and trapped in this wonderful “relationship” and succumbing to our own desire to make a problem go away quickly, efficiently, and quietly. It’s nearly impossible to achieve the “quietly” portion of my statement when dealing with a woman (see also “child” or “addict”).

Let’s be clear: today’s heterosexual, common relationship in the western world is just that. It’s a relationship. Nothing more. Women tend to use the word “relationship” as a catch-all, positive word for “two” “happy” individuals partaking in an equal relationship in which two entities are existing on a plane of bubbly happiness. They absolutely love to espouse this, and portray to the outside world that all is well, and all is as it should be, while they constantly attempt to undermine the security, happiness and safety of the family from within, by their own devices. Indeed, marriage today, or monogamous dating today are “relationships”, but we men of science, even those of us who have taken the most basic of studies in biology can quickly deduce just what kind of “relationship” western women and men are experiencing today. One can break down, for the sake of simplicity, the different types of relationships in this vicious game of survival into pretty basic groups. There’s no need to list them all off, as we are most concerned with the Symbiotic relationship (sensible, necessary relationships of old), and Parasitic (today’s relationship between man and woman).

Let’s face it; we are still animals. Humankind is most certainly not very far off from swinging in the trees to find food. We’ve just become much more fancy about it. I don’t swing in a tree at the break of dawn to seek out fruit and rotting carcasses (also spelled “woman”). I do however, warm up my snow-laden GMC’s 350 cubic inch engine, and proceed to drive to a job so I can secure food, and more importantly, vast quantities of lager and ale. I do this “alone”, as I am no longer married (spelled “Indentured Servant”). I think you have to be careful with the word “Alone”. I have Me, several thousand interests, and all of the time of my remaining life to explore them. I would hardly call that “alone”, using the word as we know it. Depending on which generation one is spewed out into, our expectations of a relationship can be quite different, but I’ll write from my own standpoint. I like to think I came by the mistake of entering into marriage pretty honestly, considering the psychological programming I received from my “family unit”, media and external force as a young man.

My old man was a Royal Canadian Air Force vet, and my mother worked in the medical field. We would have been what was a pretty standard “nuclear” family when I unsuspectingly landed in the world in 1973. So that’s my generation as a backgrounder. I lived my life watching an honest, hard-working man, work honestly and with great determination his entire life, only to die of cancer. He lived in misery, and died in misery. This misery was not an intangible force. This misery was 100% manufactured by a woman. His wife. My mother. It really is as simple as that. Having come from the generation which he came from, he was successfully patterned into an individual whose life’s purpose was to have children, succeed, and provide. While engaging in those activities, he forgot to live, and subsequently died, having lived only for the sake of others.

My father was an exceptionally outgoing young man: he was a high school dropout who went from being a laborer, to joining the air force at 17 years of age with his parent’s consent. Ten years later, he was the chair of a highly successful program at a respected institution, as well as a professor. Not long after, he was proud to call himself the president of a college. It was at this pinnacle that I began to notice a very distinct change in my mother. From the age of approximately 42, until his death at 71, my father lived an existence of indentured servitude carrying out the tasks expected of the modern man.

My mother simply went on strike, and began to exhibit what I found to be a disturbing personality. Being a fairly analytical thinker, I made the mistake of thinking that perhaps my mother had undergone a significant life change, when in stark reality, her true colours and intentions were simply becoming very apparent. She had long stopped making any sort of career moves, even before my birth. Her formula for life was that which women of her generation calculated carefully: to live the life of a child. Children demand (not work to achieve) that which they need, while demanding to not be held accountable, and while demanding that regardless of how they behave in their adult lives, and I use the word adult very loosely here.

Women reach the level of adulthood in a physical sense only. There are old, often spouted statistics regarding girls reaching maturity faster than boys, but it is highly important to recognize that this is not in a psychological, intellectual or physiological sense. Their brains stop developing very early, and I highly doubt that I’d be able to find scientific proof of this in today’s feminist dominated world (they simply would never allow such information to be released, it’s contrary to their platform and indoctrine). One simply has to observe them in the modern workplace, or modern relationship, take a few notes of concrete instances, and it won’t be very long until you arrive at a sound conclusion. Women operate solely to protect their own self-interests while exerting as little effort as possible. This is something which is genetically ingrained in them. It’s been this way since the inception of our species. The only reason that it is so blindingly apparent now is because they have shot themselves in the foot with their own organization, and communal approach to advancing their own agenda beyond that of being in a relationship which benefits them. In today’s modern age, they have enough protectionist legislation, law and appointment that they may blatantly now come forth and show their true intentions. Their true intention is, and always has been, the preservation of themselves at the expense of the greater good. While men have generally worked throughout the generations for the common good, we, if done properly, can opt out of these commonalities which now only serve to harm us as men. The common good which we have traditionally felt so strongly about, no longer exists. We’ve felt strongly about this for thousands of years, hence warfare, the progress of medicine and science in general. Men manufactured a world which would serve to make everyone’s lives better. Women are currently manufacturing a world which serves and will continue to serve their interests only. The common good is dead. Or is it?

We can create a new common good. One in which women are not part of the equation. An individual male may fear that the harsh repercussions of removing himself from the family unit or role may outweigh the benefits. This is not the case. Alimony, child-welfare payments, property and the like are significant perceived barriers in this process. However, none of those things are worse than death, and if you are currently living the life of the modern man, you are already dead inside. If you feel that you are justified in participating in the role which society is currently forcing on you, then you are most likely beyond the help of intervention. A man must arrive at these conclusions for himself, and fight fire with fire. In essence: society wants to behave in a fashion which is designed solely for the self-preservation of the individual, or namely, the woman, at the expense of the man. This is an incredibly weak formula upon analysis; if the man opts out, the system crumbles very quickly. So I say to you: don’t wait for things to crumble. Smash that f~~~er down. MAKE it happen. We are free agents, able to do so as we choose, and able to manufacture the lives which we desire. Women used to be an integral part of this, in that we needed them to carry on our bloodlines, and obviously, as a place to keep our dicks. From time to time, there might have once even been interesting conversation with which to pass the time of day. These are not only no longer necessities, but these needs simply do not exist anymore. We’ve already been branded as sex-crazed, unfaithful, childish creatures (ironic, in that I’ve just described every woman I’ve ever met), so…..f~~~ it. Let’s be just that. Let’s exist to solely serve ourselves and our own desires.

I did that very thing in 2006. If you like, I will gladly share that full story with you in detail, but I would imagine if you’ve made it this far in my nearly illegible rant, the last thing you want to hear is more of me. The short version is simple. I packed 2 guitars, a PC, and three suitcases into my oldsmobile cutlass in March of 2006, and drove three provinces away from the compacted ball of misery and s~~~ which is today labelled marriage. I experienced financial hardship for a period of time, but I’ll tell you this: while sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of an empty goddamned apartment with nothing but my clothes, a six-pack and a pack of cigarettes with only my clock radio and PC to keep my company, a tangible freedom and renewed inner strength was the order of the day. I’ve never f~~~ing looked back.

Let’s live life for ourselves, for our brothers and for the sake of living. My life was not predetermined on a grand scale, and I sure as f~~~ am not going to have it determined by those who possess the mind of a 12 year old.

I’m not some stud, but I get laid when I need to, and I’ve removed negative and counter-productive influence from my life.

Gentlemen: do not wait for your lives to crumble. Smash your way out of your misery with the biggest f~~~ing hammer you can find, and do it with a smile on your face.

The only thing worse than death is slavery, and you’ll not experience either when you take control of your own destiny by removing society’s (also spelled “women’s”) constructs from your life.

Have a great week fellows. I know you’ll be working hard; a concept which can’t possibly come to fruition for the children of the world.