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As we all know, once you wash away the candy coating of love, romance, and warm fuzzies; marriage is, was, and will always be a business transaction. A woman endows a man with sexual pleasure, feminine affection, and reproductive capability in exchange for material provision. Wether a man wants a family or just some good old fashioned carnal pleasure, he must negotiate with a woman in order to obtain it. Women are the gatekeepers.
Of course, women know this. The key to a man’s happiness, and the future of his genealogy lies within the beautifully constructed miracle of God called the vagina. Women realized long ago that with a vagina (obviously connected to a uterus), they could rule the world by proxy even though they are the weaker sex. They don’t need an army, they don’t need a political system, or a religion, and they don’t need a charismatic leader to unite the people to mobilize against the naysayers. They have the most powerful weapon of all, PUSSY!
That is why, even in the most crude and oppressive periods of patriarchy, gynocentrism has always existed. This is why women have been protected, deified, worshipped, and put upon a pedestal. They hold between their legs a commodity (and yes, it is a commodity) that is absolutely essential to the survival of mankind.
PUSSY, just like any other commodity, can be sold on the open market to the highest bidder. This is called prostitution. Prostitution exists in many different forms. The most obvious is the scantily clad, tarted up streetwalker. But there are also more subtle forms that aren’t as easy to identify. I’m sure that, many moons ago in pre-histoy, a young girl came of age. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs and her heart started racing for some hunky neanderthal. So, she decided to give it away for free to this handsome, homo sapien suitor only to be left alone with a baby in her belly and no one to protect and provide for it.
After that, women got smart. They observed and realized that men would do just about anything to gain access to the sacred va-jj. They would fight and compete with each other. They would shower a woman with gifts and provisions. With their knack for mathematics, engineering, and architecture; they were even willing to go as far as building a safe haven for women to raise their children; as well as providing perpetual protection and provision. And viola! Civilization was born!
Women were now able to sell their precious commodity to the man who, not only possessed the most dominant, high quality DNA, but was most able to provide the highest level of comfort and security. Women soon realized that if they hoarded their commodity and created artificial scarcity, the market value would shoot up through the roof and they could raise the bar even higher in terms of what they were able to demand from men. And thus, traditionalism was born!
Women, in essence, got together collectively and formed a union on PUSSY. Gone were the days of clubbing a woman over the head and dragging her back to your cave. Now there were hoops to jump through; sacrifices to be made; torment to endure; commitments to be honored. Women were collectively holding the PUSSY for ransom and wouldn’t even let you sniff it unless you courted her; wined and dined her; bought her gifts and jewelry; serenaded her; professed your undying love; and eventually got down on one knee and begged for her hand in marriage. Women had it all! Protection; provision; privilege; prominence; power; choice; shoes; and an endless supply of knick knacks for the dining room table. And then came the whores!
In a union, we have what is known as collective bargaining. The oppressed working class goes on strike and refuses to work. Product doesn’t go out. Company goes under. Negotiations are done. Demands are made. A deal is struck. Production carries on. The working class is holding their labor for ransom and demanding a higher price for it. This tactic is very effective until you get the scabs. The scabs are people who are willing to under bid the union and work for much cheaper wages. This compromises the bargaining power of the union. Unions have been known to resort to egregious acts of violence and coercion against the scabs. The very power of the union depends on it’s power to eliminate or greatly reduce the number of scabs.
Now, if you think of traditionalism as a union of females holding an essential commodity for ransom, then the whores are the scabs. Women use sex as a weapon (I know! NAWALT). They are able to demand labor, resources, and loyalty in exchange for PUSSY as a payment/ reward. If the woman does not feel that a man is living up to her expectations, she can withhold her gift, therefore putting the man at her mercy. The sky is the limit on how high she can gouge the price of her hot, sweet love. The only thing that tempers the outrageous, gynocentric demands of the PUSSY union are the whores.
Let’s say that there is a man with a burning desire to copulate with a female. He may be thinking about raising a family. He may be thinking about falling in love. Or maybe he just wants to get his ashes hauled. Maybe he just wants to do some good old fashioned sport fucking! Whatever the case may be. He approaches several women. They all tell him the same thing. “If you like it then you’d better put a ring on it.” After putting a “ring on it”, he will also be compelled to sign a contract making her a 50/50 partner in his corporation. At any time, the female is entitled to terminate the agreement, take the kids, the house, 1/2 of the assets, and the PUSSY and move on while still demanding monthly payments to support her and the kids. He will also have to pay the lions share of the expenses while they are together. He thinks about this and is shocked at how much he is required to give for just a little loving, touching and squeezing. Then he meets Lorelei.
Lorelei was a barely legal, long haired beauty with big brown eyes; with points of her own sitting way up high. She had a wild streak and a fondness for cocaine. She must have been a mind reader. She walked right up to the confused and horny boy and said, “I’ll give it to you for 50 bucks.” The boy couldn’t believe his ears! He could get it right there on the spot! And it wouldn’t even cost him half a weeks pay from the local Dairy Queen! He happily obliged. From then on, they would steal away every chance they could; to the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods. He used her, she used him, but neither one cared. They were gettin’ their share. And lo and behold! The bachelor was born!
The Gynocentric Union of PUSSY known as traditionalism didn’t like this arrangement at all. Men were opting of their responsibility in favor of cheap, trouble free sex. Some men were able to maintain a steady flow of PUSSY without ever committing to a woman or “putting a ring on it.” Some men got so good at this game that they didn’t even pay for it. They were able to woo women with mesmerizing language and romantic gestures. Some would even resort to deceiving a woman; promising her the world on a silver platter in the future for PUSSY up front. These men came to be known as PLAYERS.
The Union would not stand for this! Not only were a sizable demographic of men “going their own way”, but husbands were contracting the whores to satisfy their sexual urges. The Union no longer held a monopoly on PUSSY. They waged total war on the whores and put immense social pressure on the bachelors and the players. Hordes of women armed with rolling pins and pots and pans, lobbied the male controlled government to take action against the whores. Since all of the legislators had wives to go home to, they complied. “Prostitution” was banned and the penalty for violating the law was death by stoning.
You see, feminists would have you believe that the persecution of whores and loose women who give it away for free is oppression from the patriarchy. They tell you that men hate whores and sluts, and that the systematic abuse of these women is a product of male hatred. The truth is, men love sluts and whores! The annual revenue from the sex industry illustrates that quite clearly. It is the women who hate sluts and whores, even if they themselves are one. They are the competition! Women don’t like competition any more than the Rockefellers.
Have you noticed that men who solicit “prostitutes” are given a slap on the wrist? Hell, even men who run brothels and massage parlors usually get off with a fine and probation. It is the whores who suffer the most. They are criminalized, raped, killed, shunned, and abused by a society that offers them no protection and forces them to deal with the criminal element of society and put themselves in dangerous situations to obtain clients. A dead whore is filed away in the “We don’t give a fuck” section of the police database.
Now, is it the male controlled government (patriarchy) that upholds this prohibition of sex trade, or is it the women who influence and coerce these men? Lately there has been a lot of talk about the legalization of prostitution, particularly in Canada. All of the groups that vehemently oppose legalization seem to be women’s groups; feminists; lesbian man-haters; and manginas (men who shamelessly appease women to gain female acceptance). And, lest we forget, church groups (although church groups, I suspect, are more interested in maintaining traditions they believe to be consistent with their religious doctrine more so than helping the Union maintain it’s gynocentric monopoly on PUSSY).
Now, if the women are the Union (working class), and men are the business owners (management class), and the whores are the scabs, then what is MGTOW.
MGTOW (men going their own way) is the man (business owner) who has become so fed up with the demands of the Union that he closes his doors and retires or goes to work for the car dealership. Or, even worse, outsources his labor (mail order brides come to mind). The business owner realizes that, after meeting the demands of the Union, he can no longer make enough profit to make his venture worthwhile. In other words, the juice ain’t worth the squeeze. This situation leaves the women (workers) unemployed and completely broke! They pushed the envelope so far that they lost everything. They went all in and had to fold. Meanwhile, the business owner has figured out how to keep his factory running with robotics and automation. But the women (workers) are SOL.
That is what is happening today. Men are leaving the plantation in droves. You can see, with all the shaming and “Man Up” articles, that women don’t yet “get it”. They know something is going on. They notice that there are fewer and fewer “real” men willing to “step up to the plate” and “take responsibility”, but they have yet to realize that “Elvis has left the building.” It won’t be long before the harsh reality crashes down on them like a ton of bricks, and the Union will have to make some serious concessions if they want their jobs back. Either that, or learn how to change their own oil and adopt a lot of cats!