red pill blues

it's still raining outside.

sunday morning, eight am.

watching the red pill, wanting to marry cassie jaye. wonder if she realizes how many men want to marry her now, i know i'm not the only one, we're in love.

one of my biggest questions, that i know there's only one good answer to, is 'who raises the children?', because the only good answer to that, i know for a fact, and i wish that this is what society was built around, literally, i think it's very vital for the village to raise the children, no exceptions, we've gotten this fucked because we haven't been raised by the village!

men can't understand women, women can't understand men, and neither of us are very much attracted to eachother right now because we've been so conditioned and indoctrinated to be attracted to mister suit and tie and little miss boob job. little miss 'sex object', and mister 'success object'. ladies, you can bet your tushie that's how i feel.

i do not want a woman who's just going to be attracted to what i've got over who i am. if women want equality, the way i see it, you need to grow some balls and rape some of us. i'm first in that line. i'm drivin' that fuckin bus and i've cut the brake lines.

too many of these people don't want to admit or realize that money and wealth are the true enemy, it's not a patriarchy because men built everything, it's a patriarchy because rich men built everything while simultaneously using and oppressing the poor to do so. when are they going to realize, the reason we're all so confused, misled, and alone right now, is because of the control that wealth has had over us. it's not the people who are evil criminals, it is and has always been the conversations between these people that is the true evil. the sooner we realize that, the sooner we'll figure out how to balance ourselves off this unstable foundation.

the wealthy man has done a good job of cloaking himself in the skin of a regular man. he has deceived you. remember the sale. the handshake, the flaming sleeve.