When Men Were Men & Women Were Women

Friday, December 08, 2006

Something very sad has happened to love.

..As obvious that sperm and egg make baby- so too does love protect him.

Men who do not love are weak. A point not made for sake of mere character assassination, but from scientific observation. The chemical response triggered by a threat to ones dearly loved produces a formidable force easily articulated in one sentence- Mess with my baby- and I will kill you. This extends further to the protectors and providers of our babies. Mess with my woman, by god, I will kill you.

Like the lion or the silverback, not only does he mean it, he'll have the adrenalin to back it up. True love does something to a man. It makes him tough as hell.

So where did all the strong men go? Now exists an age in the Western World of the epidemic abandonment of woman and child. The exhausted, single mother struggling to maintain all the child raising duties an entire tribe once performed, is not an unfortunate exception. She is the norm. A far, desperate cry from women's liberation.

What happened?

Imagine, just for a moment that the black rights movement in America was fiercely responded to by the establishment press- with the mass production of racist imagery. Masses upon masses of images of the African American naked, splayed in all thinkable positions, and then some unthinkable. Splayed naked and degraded purely for the consumption of white man.. Images scrawled over and over and over with the words "dirty filthy c#ck sucking niggers

The damage would be the envy of every aspiring Klan member.

Imagine then for a moment, you are black.

Imagine that almost every white person you know fully embraces this deliberate attack on your people, and has their own personal collection of racist catalogues hidden under their bed… To fill the mind with just before the lights go out.

How could you take a white as a lover- when they so clearly appreciated the degradation of your entire people, as a means to become sexually exited? A white who places their own gratification so highly above your own liberation?

And then if you do lay down with the white… how can you believe they do not take you as their own, personal little nigger? How in any sense of skewing the obvious can you find the faith to believe that they may indeed respect you? Or even love you.

No, it's not a black and white issue. At first glance it's male and female issue.

Just a few short decades ago women finally managed to seize the main stage and like terrorists made demands. The right to work. To be paid for our labour. Help around the house. And most predominately we asked to be treated with respect, and not as pieces of meat.

The establishment response was fast and furious. A kick in the teeth-but almost understandable. At over half the population, carrying more than two thirds of the population's work load, society as we knew it simply couldn't run as it did, should women be treated a little more fairly. Rich men grow fat off the free labour of the disenfranchised. They had to do something.

As quickly as women seized the stage it was snatched straight back in an immense retaliation, personified mostly by the words dirty, filthy c#ck sucking sluts, and the mass production of overtly crude and sexist imagery, to be sold to our husbands, boyfriends, fathers, brothers and uncles.

They got us where it hurts the most. And it hurts, because with a resounding "I'd buy that for a dollar!" those who should protect us, rolled over for the establishment and brought its' retaliation home to us. Hid it under the bed. Put it on the wall. Stashed it next to the toilet.

A far cry from respect indeed. One step forward and we were thrown hard against the wall. We were being taught lesson.

It hurts women all right. It hurts a lot. For a while we've tried to go along with it. Reconstructed the ashes of still smouldering bras to create the padded, wired push up bras we thought would please. Ripped the hair of our bodies with hot wax. Spent our hard won money on endless beauty products. Undergone the knife so that some qualified man could make better breasts than the "ugly" ones provided by nature.

We kept quiet about women's rights. The last thing a young girl wanted to be seen as was a feminist. Perhaps it was a convenient lack of education… the fact that no one taught us in school that our very few rights were only very recently hard won and never to be taken for granted…that women forgot to keep on defending themselves.

Women made hard the effort to be good. To submit. To woo our men back. To emulate. To be as good as the paper on their walls.

For above any need for respect and emancipation was the biological imperative to find and keep a mate who will one day protect our babies.

We've even started bleaching our anuses.

It hasn't worked. Our men have left us anyway.

The backlash against women worked perhaps better for the establishment than they ever could have guessed. At first glance, it would seem that it's man against woman. But ever the conspiracy nut- I can't help but discern a pattern far more prejudicial.

What old man sat lonely at the local, drinking to a back drop of gamblers and dog races, returning home to an empty house… is wealthier than the twinkly eyed grandfather swarmed by the adoration of little people? The knowing familiarity of an old woman who can remember where he's come from? Who he is. Grandchildren who will time and time again pull his finger. Cuddles. Laughter. Love.

Men have been sold the lie that the primary function of a woman is to provide sex, the best part of sex is ejaculation, and everything else is a complication to be avoided. They have been lied to, and those who have fallen for the lie are stripped of their honour, and their noble, heroic role as fathers. As strong, tough as guts men. They have been tricked. No longer do men protect families. They protect something far more important to the establishment. They protect the economy.

It makes sense.

When subjugating the people, the last thing the lords want is a furious silverback ready to kill for the sake of his woman and child. An independent hero strong of heart and honour is an inconvenience to the kings. It is a wise tactical move to poison his love.

So you brainwash him.

You don't need her. Here, have this magazine, it's got everything you need. It's better than her- look at her ugly cellulite. She's Disgusting. Men don't settle for cellulite. You want to be a man don't you? A real man? Real men want sex, sex and more sex! Women don't look like that- they look like this. Here, look at this picture. We've sterilized it for you. None of that horrid nature stuff here. And don't you like her fun bags- we made them ourselves! As pretty as plastic she is. You don't need a woman you can do it yourself. That's right, go on, no one's watching. Now be a good boy, have a little look, wipe yourself off and get back to work.

Surely there are more factors in the abandonment of child that seems endemic than simply just pornography. But one must surmise that the continual and unrelenting pressure on a man to view a woman only as a piece of meat and not as a mother, to see a breast as play thing for boys, and not as a natural god given gift to babies… surely this must have some effect on his psyche. Surely mans abandonment of the family must have some connection with the establishment presses unrelenting encouragement to do so. Surely, when told over and over and over and over, that a woman has little more value than the sum of her obvious body parts, some men may come to believe it.

The ruling elite are a crafty bunch. Cast your mind back to the deliberate destruction of the tribe. The construction of the nuclear family- A breeding division capable of sustaining a work force but lacking the political clout and the brute force of the clan.

But even with the nuclear family, there was still a world of daddy's to answer to. Fathers who had something worth fighting for. Mothers who would defend those men. Children who grow up to do just the same. The masters had still not brought the masses to it's knees.

Divide and rule. The family simply had to go.

Perhaps there was never a time when the rulers sat chuckling in the board room crafting ruthless plans to polarise the sexes, disintegrate families, and capitalise on the damage done. Perhaps by accident they got lucky.

But with the unfathomable amount of money spent by the financially elite on predicting, manipulating and controlling the market, one thing is beyond speculation. Our masters must by now have noticed… the mass produced degradation of woman and family serves them well.

A worker without a family is a vulnerable target indeed. A single man who has nothing to work for but his master is the perfect working unit.

A single mother without a spare moment to defend her self is the ultimate subdued feminist.

A child forbidden from seeing two humans make love yet exposed to an endless catacomb of dirty sex and plastic breasts is the ultimate labour reinforcement.

How is a child to know any better when all they know of sex is found in mens magazines and moments snuck online? A child who is educated to see sex as a naughty, filthy embrace, a woman as a toy, how may they ever grow up to understand that sex may be exquisite.

That it may indeed be an act of honour and respect.

One must wonder about a society that censors love.

One must wonder at whose benefit comes this loss of true connection?

Certainly not man, woman or child.

Strategically If you're at the top- keeping man and woman at odds with each other is a smart move.

Devided- never shall man and woman stand strong together and throw revolt against the masters who feed off us.

Sex is not dirty. The nude is not dirty. The body and all of it's expression is a wondrous playground.

Mass produced pornography however is a thing of it's own. It is deliberately destructive and extraordinarily efficient in widening the gap between male and female. It crawls into bed with us. It weakens our ties. It works overtime teaching men that women are worthless sluts. A dime a dozen. Teaching women that men are worthless pigs.

It does not take too much to brainwash the trusting.

Ours is a society of lonely men, exhausted women, abandoned children, and an ever booming market.

It would be simplistic to believe that pornography is a little present to all men, for men. It is a stronghold in the corporate arsenal. A cog that cracks the whip that drives the beast to pull the chains.

Men, pornography is not made for you. It is probably made to make it simpler for the ruling elite to use you. It is not a trophy to be proud of. While you have been trained to believe that it is by nature that you think about sex every three and a half minutes, perhaps you might be suspicious enough to observe that this is directly proportionate to the rate at which the establishment exposes you to overt sexual imagery.

They may wave the carrot, but you don't have to pull the cart.

In abandoning your families at the command of your masters, you leave behind you the full, unbridled strength of a father. You cannot know what it is to be fully a man. You become a product. A product to whom products can be sold to. In the unrestrained effort to convince you that women, besides the sex they offer are worthless, you have been harnessed as a work force answerable to no one but your bosses. Protective of little but the companies you work for. Providing only for the economy.

You have been hijacked and stolen from your women and children. From the extraordinary opportunity to be a daddy. Your opportunity to be loved until the very last time you close your eyes.

The lie, the damned lie that men who love are pussy whipped will reveal it's fraud only too late when the man who never truly loved dies hopelessly alone.

Daddy; we miss you, we want you, we need you. we love you.

We forgive you.

Our beautiful, strong courageous men lost out on the battle field, we are waiting for you.

Come home daddy… come home.

Posted by Pablo at 12:36 AM 0 Comments