Last night God came to me in a dream and commanded that I write this blog post. He said that the survival of the human race depended on it. I awoke at 5 AM and have typed non-stop ever since. Please forgive my choppy, rough paragraphs, in that I am too tired to check for spelling/grammar errors, or run-on sentences. God is perfect … I am not!
Over the years, on dozens of occasions, females have asked me “Have you ever hit a woman?” to which I usually respond “Why do you ask? Are you into that? Does it turn you on when a powerful man smacks you around?” By following my response with a kiss of the hand, and an abrupt change of the subject, I leave these meddling sluts guessing … and they become even more intrigued! Nonetheless, it should be pretty obvious to anyone with any common sense, that a man with my level of pride, self-respect, and sense of justice, would have encountered numerous occasions in his life where he was forced to mete out quick and effective corporal justice upon females that could not be controlled through the utilization of calm, rational, male-based reason.
One cannot blame females for occasionally becoming so neurotic or hysterical, that they must be administered a firm slap, or pinned up against the wall by the shoulders and threatened with anal rape, in order to both help them regain their composure and remind them of who is ultimately in charge. In the same way that temperament varies from dog to dog, even within the same breed of dog, the degree to which hormonal biorhythms bring out human female irrationality, varies from slut to slut. Continue reading