Jew World Order

May 9, 2012

Male Frustration Rage

Young women auction themselves
 to the man with most money.
 They can smell a man who is
 struggling in a difficult economy
 a mile away.

“Matt Johnson” is a 33-year old Los Angeles musician who has a small vintage clothing business.

by Matt Johnson
(henrymakow.com)

I wrote to you and about 20 other girls this week; haven’t heard back from any of you yet.

I know it’s kind of a numbers game but I took the time to write something witty referencing something you said in your profile, but after having tried this online dating thing for a while I’m starting to question whether it proves Stephen Hawking’s theory on black holes.

Because that’s where all my thoughtful e-mails seem to be going, right into a black hole never to be seen or heard from again. So just give me the Nobel Prize already because there doesn’t seem to be much more coming my way right now.

I’m lonely, disillusioned, and I haven’t had sex in months. I know I’m a bit overweight right now but the last few years have been tough.

I opened a new business right when the economy decided to tank and frankly it might not have been the right industry.

Well guess what? You’re really not all that youself. You are a shell, a fraud.

You do put on a great show though, what with all that sexy, empowering clothing gay male fashion designers and drug-addicted female celebrities convince you to wear, but deep down behind the high quality photos some schmuck male professional photographer took of you for free, you’re at best a naïve innocent riding the wave of power your body affords, but at worst (and more likely) you’re a petty, opportunistic, short-sighted and self-serving leech.

You may not consciously realize this–it may simply be your DNA channeled culturally–but the whole purpose of your existence is to ensnare a good-willed male into a binding lifelong contract to pay for your whimsical spending, your therapy, your cosmetic surgeries, and, after you cheat and decide to leave him, your alimony and child support.

Because we can’t separate kids from their moms! No, not even if these moms are addicted to prescription pills and the dads’ only crime is to be out there busting their asses paying the bills.

But let me get back to this trap your tight little body lays out for us men. When we see you–fresh, young, beautiful–our mind envisions all the fairy tales our parents and preschool teachers read to us of princesses and damsels in distress, and of gallant young princes rushing in to save them from some awful monster, then living happily ever after.

That is, assuming you princesses can keep your mouths shut about the abortion you had awhile back, or about those three-month trips to Belize where you “didn’t do much,” or the trashy stories behind those generic, fading tattoos you have in all the stereotypical places.

And yet despite all this, a man’s blind will remains strong. We will overlook your past and its ruinous consequences because when the fairy tale readings ended they simply gave way to more subtle but equally pervasive assaults on our psyches.

So why the hell am I even on this damn dating website in the first place? It seems as if every one of you women will only serve to enslave, bankrupt, and humiliate me in the process.

 Do I need to rent a helicopter and fly over the fields of Romania looking for a good innocent farm girl? Should I petition a local convent to release one of their young nuns into my custody on the grounds that there are no other worthwhile women today?

Bleak options indeed. But when you have a culture of women who were “empowered” from the early days of elementary school, who were encouraged to be just like men, and who as adults compete with us then come home with the same stresses and frustrations that come along with working, this does not make for happy, healthy couples.

EXPIRY DATE SCHADENFREUDE

Which brings us to the, ahem, climax, when your biological clock approaches zero hour and howls that it’s finally time to start a family. But guess what, your eggs are too old! And probably toxic to boot. But not to worry, let’s go get hormone therapy so you can have twins, triplets, or quadruplets–that’s right, four new babies at the same time that you don’t have the money or energy to take care of!

Meanwhile if you’d walked away from the Poker Table of Fun just a few years earlier you could have spaced out your family nicely, but no, all the free drinks, all those trips paid for by boyfriends, all that non-profit work you could survive on since you never had to pay for anything, twenty years of reaping the benefits of being attractive and you never even sensed when it was time to stop taking and start giving.

Only when nature forced your hand did you “feel ready” to have kids and shifted into that mode, all the while maintaining that air of entitlement that previously saw you gallivanting across men’s lives like a drunkard trampling a beautiful flower bed, and now with these four crying and pooping infants as ammunition you’ve got your husband’s balls on the chopping block.

So it’s off to Sears and Best Buy and Babies R Us, you’re gonna use these four helpless little souls to grind him down into a lobotomized non-entity whose only hope is that in twenty years he may still have a pilot light on deep down in his soul that remembers whatever dream it was he had of achieving in life.

So you know what, I think I’ll take down my profile actually. It’s been nice getting to know each other but the more I think about it, we must not be a perfect match. But good luck on your search though, I’m sure the right one’s out there!
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Makow Comment- If it weren’t for sex, men would have nothing to do with
the majority of young women today. Thus young men are in the humiliating position of being rejected by women they don’t even like.

Heterosexual relationships have been deliberately destabilized by “empowering” women. Power is a masculine trait. (Women want it but in a man.) When women have it, they mutate and become sexless.

My advice to men like Matt is to AVOID the 85% of women who have drunk the feminist poison and focus on the remaining 15% who want the man is to be the boss.   

Henry Makow is the author of A Long Way to go for a Date. He received his Ph.D. in English Literature from the University of Toronto. He welcomes your feedback and ideas at