Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
We are afraid right now. Men find themselves in desperate times. I know all about it, because I’m getting massive amounts of calls and emails. MAYDAY. Our gardens have entered a premature winter, or maybe this is long overdue. Regardless, the garden is figuring out ways to get watered without us. Everything in nature finds a way around a problem if it directly impacts their existence and ability to survive. It’s called evolution.
Where is the fucking water? Women are no longer asking us that because they know the answer. Men have drank it, and most of what’s left, we’ve contaminated with manipulation and lies. Where is the gotdamn sun? We have destroyed it with verbal abuse, known as gasses and pollution. Where is the soil? We’ve dug it all up, slung it at each other in dick slinging contests, and poisoned the rest with pesticides and pettiness. Then we have the audacity to be upset about the jacked-up produce and foliage of the garden.
No, sir. You don’t get to throw stones and hide your hand. Fruits are a direct reflection of their environment and care. Rather than look in the mirror, we deflect. We make up irrational reasoning. We blame our mothers, and their mothers, too. Meanwhile, fathers get off scot-free, only to go on and make the exact same mistakes they did last decade, and the decade before that. When you don’t reprimand wrongdoing, the wrongdoer believes they are right. Men say they are doers, even though they – WE – do every fucking thing except take accountability.
The worst thing the women of Earth ever did was hand us the keys to drive. Since then, we chose to drive them over the cliff. Look at the world. Murders all over the damn place. Sex exploitation and sex trafficking. Robberies, senseless attacks, theft, elder abuse, and sexual assaults. Men hitting women in the face with closed fists when they turn them down for a date. We have run our countries, our continents, our world and our women into the ground. Look at all these wars and all this poverty across the globe. We did that. Nothing has been solved. The same wars have continued for what seems like a lifetime. All for the three Ps. Pussy. Power. Pennies. Our families are destroyed. We run the world, and the world is now running away from us.
We can’t blame women for that, too, though we try to. The Earth is a hellhole because of US. Because of you. Because of me. This is the aftermath of trauma. When you try to dominate that which you were never supposed to have dominion over in the first place, eventually, the oppressed will rise up. They will find a way to either hide from you or defeat you. At the end of the day, it comes down to this: They don’t want you. Not because of how you look, but because of how you behave. That’s why I am here, gentlemen, after all of these years of protecting the Black Queen, encouraging men to pursue women the right way. And I am still learning. I too fall short at times.
Protecting and loving hard on your woman is a sign of potency, not limitation. The fact that we believe this is a flaw in this day and age shows just how messed up we are. Who told us this? Who taught us that showing emotions in a healthy way, openly expressing love and desire for a woman rather than anger, is a pathetic thing? We’re so afraid of other men thinking that we’re weak, we’ve allowed fragile men to define what is power.
Who told us that we no longer have to earn a woman’s trust and body? You have so-called relationship experts who have not stepped one foot in a class about human psychology or relationships, telling people with a straight face that all women need to be putting out. That they’ve hit the wall. Every straight man isn’t promised pussy! That’s some incel shit because let me tell you right here, right now: No true alpha male has ever had to force himself on a woman, or demand pussy. The panties drop when we walk up in the motherfucking room! Half of you motherfuckers shouldn’t even be fucking in the first place, and quite frankly, half of you in that same percentage shouldn’t have even been born if the correct rules were actually in place and being adhered to. You’re a liability! An embarrassment! A walking disaster! You can’t cut it, and you blame women instead of yourself. All you’re doing is wasting that woman’s time, and standing in a real alpha’s way.
Who told us that women have to submit to us, just because we have a dick? That’s not how this works. I am a scholar. I am a learner. I am a teacher. I am a sprinkler, trying to be a farmer. A garden provides beauty, health, and nourishment. But you have to water it. If you take care of her, she will grow.