Over the last 20 years I have watched several women’s lives, including my own, be devastatingly destroyed by spoiled, selfish men and their silly, stupid wives and girlfriends. Why? Because these women dared to tell the truth about their lives, they dared to stand up to men and to silly gossipers, they dared to try to make the world a less abusive place to live. It turns out that the mainstream, the normal, the so-called good, don’t want the world to be a less abusive place, that when push really comes to shove, these so-called good people are really only just looking for a perfectly orchestrated little gated community where they can leave those who suffer to moan negatively on the other side of its soundproof walls.
Yes, it seems, that the so-called heroes, the men, want women to simply put up and shut up as best they can and if the abuse, including starvation, is too great, then they should just stay in their miserable little part of life and not venture out to disturb anyone with that reality. It seems, also, that their silly stupid women have become so skilled at appeasing these beasts in return for precarious illusions of stability and love that any hint of the reality that so many suffer on our planet sends them into a frenzy, suddenly they become the warriors they should have been against the abusers. Suddenly they’re into speaking up – about THEIR rights – the ones they earned appeasing, enabling, and even deliberately promoting the abusers.
C. Villeneuve
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