This morning, at 10:08, as I stepped out of my workplace with an iced coffee in my hand, I saw two Caucasian people get out of a car. The driver was a 65-year-old man, with an emaciated boxy build that might have once been stocky before the arms shrunk. He was dressed like an innocent unarmed youth with baggy cargo shorts, oversized double T-shirts and a wide nylon key cord around his neck. He had forgotten to cock his fitted hat to the side. He walked around the back end of the car while his owner slammed the passenger side door shut.

She—or it—had never been attractive, not even if she hailed from Klingon. Her sagging box of a pinched face was puffed blotchy beneath her gray and dirty blonde bird’s nest. Her blotchy arms hung out to her side, the right hand sporting a smoking cigarette. He vestigial breasts poked through her golf shirt almost as far as her small swollen belly. Her bird legs were exposed between her white shorts and white sneakers as she walked briskly ahead of her servant and cursed him without even looking. She swore loud enough to be heard clearly for about 50 yards.

“I fucking hate you!”

“I hate the fuckin’ ground you walk on.”

“I’d pay a motherfucker to shoot you!”

The man walked meekly behind her, enthralled by her dominance. The old black dude who was waiting to place his ancient mother’s groceries in her car, shook his head sorrowfully.

The woman continued to berate and snap at her servant as he walked obediently behind her.

I walked off.

Most women never get to this point. I have known a few who have, and what they do to any man's mind who stays with them is terrible to behold. Be warned though, this is the woman that our society is currently designed to produce. When the Western World was on the rise, and then on top, women kept men enthralled to the imperial systems as veritable hostages of the heart, kept at home, fed by the husband who obediently worked for his master, and protected by the State when her husband was off fighting wars and toiling in factory and field.

A society is a living social organism which adapts to preserve and propagate itself. Western Society is currently on the decline. The woman’s role is now primarily the emasculation of the men she raises and mates with, in order to ensure a docile pool of slaves to sustain the atrophied remnants of the system and not threaten it from within. If you think a State which has already gotten what it wants from its subjects wants its women shaping, or helping to shape, restive, masculine minds discontented with servitude, then think again.

If you are ever spoken to like this by a woman you are joined with through maternity, marriage, paternity or some lesser means, there are only three possible actions that could preserve your manhood:

1. Beat or kill her

2. Abandon her, utterly

3. Kill yourself

Any other action is the act of a bitch.

That man is a bitch.

I have often been critical of the hyper-aggressive, child-abusing, man-beating, African American woman. That acknowledged, the “Black Terminatrix,” so labeled by actual black American Tommy Sotomayor, does have her uses. For instance a dusky bubble-butted ball of fury would have come in handy at 10:08 this morning in Middle River, Maryland.