MGTOWN
MGTOWN. Picture tumbleweeds rolling down a dusty road, through a town of four hundred and twenty-one hard and lonesome–but not lonely–men and women. Picture three outlaws. Bandits. Ner’do’wells, eager to drum up some quick cash. Feminists, eager for a rape hysteria cash cow. They see some likely prospects but these critters might be a bit too ornery to rustle, a bit different then the placid cattle they’re used to.