Feminists are a bunch of White girls telling us how difficult they have it.

Bitch, I’m on a yacht and you’re right there with me soaking up the rays. Don’t tell me you have it tough.

Feminists are over-privileged White girls who have no clue what they’re talking about.

You wanna talk about having it tough? Let’s talk to the Black girl who has 3 children and works three jobs just to make ends meet. Does she want “intersectional feminism“? No, she just wants the government to get the FUCK out of her life and stop taxing her to death.

White feminists have never spoken to a person of color in their lives. And it’s probably a good thing. They’d learn just how conservative vulnerable minorities are.

White feminists are bitches from privileged homes with privileged Daddies who have no idea how good they have it. They preach from university pulpits while Daddy pays for their meals out. Have they actually spoken to a Native Indian about the Washington Redskins? Not on your life. If they did, they’d find out the Indigenous People don’t give a damn about football team names – they have bigger, more pressing issues.

If feminists actually talked to the people they claim to represent, they’d find out how conservative they really are.

And that would change their perspective right quick.


Intelligent Bimbos

There is nothing better than when a very intelligent girl dumbs herself down for your amusement.

Take my Willow.  Top of her class.  4.0+ average.  Yet when we’re together, she barely remembers how to speak, let alone hold a conversation.  When I talk about the environment, she asks, “what’s an environment, Daddy?

Intelligent girls who become complete bimbos in your presence are priceless.


Tesla, Willow, and me.

Nikola Tesla once said, “if you want to understand the universe, think in terms of energy, vibration, and frequency.

Willow and I have some sort of strange energy, vibration, or frequency between us (no, it’s not a remote control vibrator … get your minds out of the gutter).  When I feel physical pain, she feels it.  When she feels blue, I feel it.  And it’s not because we tell each other.  We could be miles apart and out of contact and she’ll suddenly feel what I feel or I’ll feel what she feels.

For example, when she’s anxious, I can sniff lavender essential oil and she relaxes. We’ve tried it before and it actually works – within 5 seconds.

This energy between us can be incredibly useful.  We could harness it to feel empathy with each other.  Unfortunately, it also works the other way – if one of us is hiding something (such as a surprise gift), the other one feels the secrecy.

It’s a stranger universe than we imagine and Willow and I are a stranger couple than either of us could have suspected when we met.  We have to be careful what we think and feel – not just for ourselves, but for the sake of the other.

Figure this one out, Tesla.


An Open Letter to All Gentlemen


Honor isn’t just a word.

Integrity isn’t just a concept.

Chivalry isn’t just a fable.

These three virtues should be part of your basic moral code.  No matter what storms you face in life, honor, integrity, and chivalry should become a part of your being – your very soul.

Be honorable.  When you’re offered a bribe, refuse it – no matter how much it is. 

Have integrity.  Make sure that you not only talk the talk, but walk the walk.

Be chivalrous.  Defend children, the elderly, and the vulnerable.  Do not take advantage of their weaknesses. Earn the respect you desire.  Because even if the world goes to hell in a handbasket, you can hold your head high and know you were above it all.

You’re a man of principle.  Live like it.


Don’t Let Her Tears Sway You

Every girl on earth deserves an Oscar; they have the ability to cry on command whenever they need to.

Your girl may use this talent if she claims to want something that you have forbidden.

Remember that when her tears are gone and the air is clear, she will thank you for making the right decision.  Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually she will understand that you were right to see through her tears.

Be strong.  Be resolute.  Be a man.


I could so easily be a misogynist if women weren’t so goddammed mystical.

No wonder Fallen Angels were seduced by women’s long hair.

No wonder empires have been lost over a single woman’s eyes.

No wonder an average man risks his life just for the honor of calling one woman his own.

My Willow, my soulmate, my life … she makes me understand.