Two Movies, Eight Straight Men: Part II
Part I eviscerated a movie that spent a great deal of its time eviscerating any shred of manhood left in our culture. Part II is a celebration of some spark of manliness left.
Part I eviscerated a movie that spent a great deal of its time eviscerating any shred of manhood left in our culture. Part II is a celebration of some spark of manliness left.
Sure, not all women are fat lesbian man haters that pen scum manifestos on their free time. However, how many women have trapped men via child support and alimony; a form of legalized slavery?
Multi tasking it seems is something that a person is only capable of doing when the tasks are menial. Any highly skilled job or operation requires absolute concentration on the task at hand. This is why a surgeon does not take the time to answer his phone during heart surgery. If you want something done well you give it your full and undivided attention; it’s that simple.
The first half of this two-part article will focus on comedic, misandric, cinematic garbage.
I could tell by the way these kids responded to me that every one of them was a damn fine kid just bleeding for some attention, and specifically from a father.
Detractors of masculinity, of the men’s rights movement, and apologists for gender feminists will be quick to define men forging this new role as losers, malcontents, failures – and so on. Zeta males don’t care at all
Momma — The woman that beat the shit out of every single one of these kids, (and now I know from the daughter that I ran into, poppa, as well) now resides in a comfy condo in Florida, thanks to the life insurance poppa paid no-matter-what….and the sale of the big fucking house he bought, and God knows what else….to live out the rest of her days.
Somewhat of a startling addendum to this coitus cooing is a team researching Harlequin Romance novels. They determined that sales may be driven by a repetitious theme of sexual assault.
“A man and his young son were apprehended in a robbery. The father was shot during the struggle and the son, in handcuffs was rushed to the police station. As the police pulled the struggling boy into the station, the mayor, who had been called to the scene, looked up and said “My God, it’s my son!” …
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