The Order Of The Ancient Way

Vas Differens

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Why is it so necessary that men and women feel that they should be in competition one with the other? Neither can win in such a stupid situation. Men are far superior to women in many things and many ways, while women on the other hand are far superior to men in other things and other ways.

As it is with men, each man is superior to the other in different ways and the same goes for women. It would be far more accurate to say that all people are superior and at the same time inferior one to the other in differing ways. Therefore it follows that no one is really that superior or inferior to anyone else.

They can however differ in quality of person from the point of view of the method of their thinking. The method of your thinking dictates the conclusions you come to and the quality of those conclusions. Your conclusions dictate your actions and it all swings on the same hinge. So why the competition?

Since cave dwelling times, women have had a problem with security. They will fight their men in order to gain control over them. Because of the male ego he will fight back. More often than not women are cunning in this matter and he will usually become cornered and he won't even notice. However when he eventually does, there's trouble.

She will throw tantrums, cry, flutter her eyelids or whatever it takes until she feels totally secure; and that of course, is never. Women think and behave in this way simply because they have the babies and need a male that they can rely on to protect and take care of both her and her child or children. This has been the case since mankind lived in caves and even before that. It was, and still is solely to do with the survival and procreation of the species.

Because of this need to breed in both sexes, men get not just companionship but sexual pleasures and all the other home comforts that they need, while women give household labour and sexual pleasures in exchange for food, shelter and protection, therefore affording them the security, and hopefully the support, that they both need.

Hence the oldest profession in the world derived from this very situation and was carried a little further; and it is only a very little further. She is still making bargains as she has done for thousands of years, by trading her favours for her needs. It seems fair to me.

Hormonal changes in women make them emotional, as we are all aware, and as the emotion of fear is associated with our strongest instinct, which is self-preservation, then fear is our strongest emotion and overrides all else.

We have come a long way since the cave, but only on a technical level, and because we have T.V. cars, washing machines and computers, we believe ourselves to have evolved above all that base animal instinctual stuff.

On a conscious level, our evolving is partially true, but only partially. But on a subconscious level, it is absolutely untrue. We are in the same place we were in thousands of years ago. Little if anything has changed as far as the human psyche is concerned. We still dance to the tune of that same primitive cave-dwelling creature that we were then, and we are still now.

The need for security in women is paramount as their instincts have not changed any more than the primitive instincts of men have changed. Men and women, if they ever change, will do so together because of genetics and the breeding process with all its needs and demands.

It is said that behind every successful man there is a woman. All glory to her, but does this mean that all responsibility to her for the man who is a failure in life? She won't accept that one, will she? But surely if one is true, then so is the other. When it comes to credit and blame, who is interested in logic or truth when there is a war of the egos going on? If one is true then the other must also be true. So therefore, behind every successful woman there is a man. I've never heard anyone say it out loud yet, but I am sure that there is some truth in it, for obvious reasons.

Women by their very nature will have a hard time admitting that their husband has any part in their success. However, they will be quick enough to claim the glory in their husband's success.

If you watch little girls, you can very soon notice their natural behaviour patterns. She will recognise her father's maleness and establish herself as Daddy's little girl even before she can sit up. She will gurgle and look so pleased to see him, and he of course is thrilled. His male ego ensures it. What man wouldn't be tickled pink when any female, no matter how small, shows him that he is the greatest in her mind? He won't even question her motive because his ego won't allow it. She works him over really well all the time and it comes to her both easily and naturally. His primitive instinct goes to work by recognising and answering to her sexuality, just like any other animal.

The male children are a subconscious threat to his standing in the family and he in turn is a threat to his son's standing as far as their competition with him for their mother's affection is concerned. Young men will challenge the older male in the same way as a dog will do it. But his little girl or girls are a different matter to their Daddy. And so the girls practice on him until they become old enough to start on someone else.

Watch out boys her she comes! All sexy clothes, or maybe no clothes, scent and makeup! She has served her time well and is skilled in feminine wiles and ready to rule the world. Smiles at the ready and tears for backup if things don't suit her -- and you, young man, can't win.

The sad thing is that, neither can she; and she doesn't even know it. She has practised crying and fluttering her eyes on her father. This is partly because he was a pushover and her primitive instincts have done a good job.

She has probably also learned a great deal from her mother, watching her and learning all the time. She grows up and is well able to manage a man: but unfortunately not her sexually and hormonally driven emotions. The need to feel safe is built into her genetic information and is both reinforced, and at the same time shaken.

This confusion of hormones and need for security causes a terrible in-built fear and confusion, causing her to act and think in an often unbalanced way. Her fear so often rises to an anger that has been both fuelled and placated within her family unit by the interactions between her mother and father. Children observe, and their subconscious mind remembers even when their conscious mind has long since forgotten.

But now she is going out into the great big world, suppressed memories and anxieties to the fore. She is driven on by her natural subconscious instinct to procreate her species. Some will say that she is driven by her need to find love, but she isn't. She is instead driven by her need to breed, and love never comes into it until later, if at all.

Should she find a suitable mate, and should he be lucky with her, then love may come later. It will still depend on her primitive needs and the way in those needs will drive her; resulting in her reacting either well, badly, or even madly. It is usually a matter of sheer luck. She is off looking for a mate and nothing will stop her until she finds her knight in shining armour. Someone to love her, protect her and keep her safe -- if he knows what's good for him!

After marriage she quickly learns more about what she can do with her sexuality. Her ability to wield it like a weapon or a tool is honed to perfection.

In a great number of cases these days, long before she marries, she enters into sexual relationships. All meaningful ones of course, hundreds of them with hundreds of men that she doesn't even know! Gone are the days when girls were chaperoned or would even allow it.

Freedom is the watchword amongst the young these days, and misery, disease and broken hearts and marriages being the price of that impossible dream. Dreams disappear as soon as we wake up and are not a good foundation for the realities of life. The difficulties caused to the children produced through this behaviour shows the level of love and even more the level of responsibility shown when we get involved in the process of procreation. It is usually made most obvious by its absence.

I appreciate that these numbers in hundreds are a bit of an exaggeration in some cases, but only slightly in the majority of cases. Once again the female is answering her primitive instincts to breed, keeping security and complete control high on the list consciously while subconsciously throwing all reason or caution to the wind. She plays one man off against the other, as she would have done back in the cave days. Fighting to get the best man that she can and usually settling for what she can get. Reproduction is still her main subconscious priority, at least until after what is known as the change takes place.

Up until this phase women need to have babies, but today she may go on the pill and deny herself this natural demanding, driving need. What can only be described as propaganda has changed her thinking but not her instincts. All sorts of problems arise and more than likely they go unnoticed until too late. Sex is the all-fulfilling thing. It gets a man and holds him near until she can land him.

This behaviour will usually make her frustrated and become a bit neurotic along with doing herself even more harm emotionally. She however can't help it and won't even recognise what is really happening to her, such is the overpowering effect of her sexual drive.

Men today often don't want to be fathers, once again freedom being the byword, thus causing her greater distress. They just want their sexual needs satisfied and have little or no concern for her. They cruelly use her like a toilet, seeing her only as a sperm depository, because that's how her actions make her appear to the base instincts of men.

The pursuit of sexual pleasure was always high on the masculine agenda, but unfortunately the shouldering of responsibility was never a male strongpoint. Men set themselves low sexual standards and somehow manage to un-surpass them. Just like back in the cave days, he never learns and he has not changed in the least especially where sex is concerned.

Again the modern woman is of little or no value to the modern man as she has given herself away for nothing often enough, and so nothing is what she has become worth. She has set the stage and her value, and she won't be able to change it back for generations.

She is now a whore in any man's mind. He still needs her, but he will quickly grow to despise her no matter what she does. He can't help it because it's designed into his subconscious genetic conditioning: and so, if his ego or pride is wounded, he will react accordingly. You can give him a heart bypass, but you can never bypass his base genetic instincts.

The stage for the final destruction is now set, especially if she is the kind of woman who overreacts to her emotions and hasn't much power of reason; which is about eighty per cent of women.

Frustration in the woman, combined with denial of either reproduction or sense of security, is seldom reasonable. Happiness is a game of chance and the odds are not the sort that you would put your money on. Yet quality of life, and even life itself, is placed on such outside odds every day. A day trip is planned with great care so that maximum enjoyment and benefit can be gained from it, and yet life is allowed to happen by accident. And we all think that we are so clever.

Every woman today is almost a virgin: and it is never her fault anyway; he or they forced her of course. In some odd cases this could be true, but not in most. Most are stories created on the spur of the moment to gain sympathy from the desired male, offering explanation. But sympathy and explanation, no matter how well or cleverly put, won't replace her purity, which men really demand in their wives from base and uncontrollable instinct.

Since the advent of contraception she has become permissive to a dangerous level, both for health, emotional and many other reasons. She has now also become a drunk and this doesn't help anything in the marital context. She can't get him to stop drinking when she is drinking herself.

And then, what of the impact on children? And there are many. But who cares about the children when booze comes into the equation? It never seems to amaze me the value that is put on alcohol when so many drinkers declare that they don't need it, unless of course we have a problem and so many do but will not admit it.

I recently watched a program on T.V. advising students about sex. They were just kids under sixteen as far as I could see. They gave good reasons and bad reasons for having sex but they never said that there were times when there was no reason. Or that at their tender years there was no reason, period! All the reasons that were good, in my opinion when we take the psychological effects into account, were anything but, and the bad reasons were not thought out or emphasised very well. They were instead just aped from someone else's opinion because it sounded cool, or whatever other words are used these days to avoid rationality.

The people concerned obviously had no ability to work anything out for themselves. They did however have an ample supply of conceit, therefore allowing them to think that they had all the answers, derived from a complete lack of knowledge or any understanding in the workings of the human mind. The thinking of those who were supposed to be teaching was obvious. The reasons for not having sex were so pathetic that they would never deter anyone; especially the teachers.

But who cares about reason? It too has died the death of expediency where sexual matters are concerned; long, long ago. It has been sacrificed on the altars of self-seeking stupidity, where all self worth has been burned in mass sacrifice to the new found gods of drugs, booze, big erections and multiple orgasms. Reason has long since been laid to rest, an uneasy rest, mouldering within the grave of human shame.

It is only fair to say that the odd virgin over sixteen does exist; maybe until she is seventeen, if you're lucky. But with today's attitude she is considered very odd indeed if she is still pure by the time she is fourteen. Peer pressure being a threat to her ability to 'get a man,' and so will she concede to the lower standard. And to think that my generation missed it all!

Joking apart, the fact is that nobody wins because of it. Women lose not only their virginity, but all sense of self worth and all value to any husband to be. After all what has she got of value to give, except perhaps sexual experience? Perhaps her skill in giving blowjobs will help, at least until he starts to see her in his imagination, giving someone else one.

What does he think as he kisses those rose-petal lips? That should slow down the kisses and cool his passion to boot.

Men also lose because there is little left for them to value in either their wives or themselves. They've been there with someone else too, but that won't alter or even soften the picture. The thought is stuck there in his mind, all the time. It never goes away.

It is difficult to really love a woman, if when you walk out with her you are never sure whether the men you meet are smiling at you or laughing at you. The "We've all be there before you" thing cuts deeply and the imagination runs wild. He still knows that it is not all in his imagination: he has instincts as well.

Yet, in spite of him trying to believe her and believing that she was in fact pure -- or at least pure-ish -- while really knowing that she wasn't intact when he came along, it all becomes a struggle to keep the obvious at bay. Still the illusions of purity and chastity are kept firmly in place by her assurances as far as she is concerned. The reality is that they are on the very edge of a slippery cliff. Then there's the evidence. The straight in your face evidence!

By this point her value is barely believed or imagined; false and flimsy to say the least. The problem is you can't base anything solid, like your life and a family, on what you would like to believe or in figments of imagination that are like cobwebs on a windy day.

Very soon her husband will start to see her for what she is, or was; and it will make no difference which. Or worse still, for what he believes she is, as his imagination gets to work on the tell-tale signs, real or otherwise.

And so she loses his respect: and without respect what is there? The more she loses her grip on her security, the more afraid she gets. And the more afraid she gets the more she plays the girlie games. She tries desperately to maintain the status quo. And the harder she tries the more she shows her hand.

She hates him for it too, and so the destruction carries on until complete. And it's all his fault. Because has he tumbled a little? How could he, the stupid man?

He simply can no longer be sure of her anymore and he too needs to feel good and secure with her as well. He needs to know that she is not a whore who will let him down every time he turns his back. He needs to know that any children they may have will be his and not the milkman's.

Have you noticed that the first thing that happens when a child is born is that the grandmother will always comment, “He has his father's eyes, or “his nose”? This is her knee-jerk reaction, born within her genetically, to try to convince the new father that the child is his so that he will take care of her daughter and the child. They don't think about it, but they will always do it. If he has had any doubts, then he knows, or is at least partly convinced that she has played him for a fool; and so the stage is set.

He watches the child, especially if it is a boy, just to make sure: and so another relationship is spoiled and another human life is damaged. But he is supposed to be stupid and not notice anything: after all he is only a man. The more she manipulates him the more insecure she feels because she is walking a tightrope. The more insecure she feels the more she manipulates him and bullies him if she can, and whatever else she can get away with to make her feel secure again, until she can't get away with it any longer.

Now she is on the treadmill to the destruction of everything that she is in most need of. He, as usual, doesn't figure in the matter, as everything in marriage is always about her. The wedding is all about her. It's her big day! It makes a man wonder why he is brought along in the first place. But I suppose that you couldn't really have a wedding without one, like the dress and the flowers, the cars and all that kind of thing. Just wouldn't be the same, would it? Not to mention the trophy for the wedding photos.

The more inadequate of women will try to alienate her partner from his family and friends. Definitely from all other women, even his mother. He is usually just stupid enough to listen to her nonsense and let it happen. She will use her primitive instincts as her guide, telling herself that she is a very sensitive person and her intuition allows her to sense what people are really doing.

She lies to him and lies to herself to justify her behaviour. Believing whatever it takes to make it seem right, or at least, someone else's fault. He may well find himself alone and becoming a little paranoid. She will literally try to turn him from everybody by creating false situations where he will feel the need to protect her or where he will feel badly treated by whomever.

She will make sure that he has no one except her. She will give it her best and try to keep him away from both friends and family, thereby allowing her to feel in control. Now the object is unswervingly designed to have him all to herself.

She will suggest to him that his father or mother treat him like a little boy and that he is a man now and has responsibilities. She will of course forget that he also has responsibilities to his parents and family as well as to her family; which of course should be all part of the same extended and supportive family. It will all become about her family and he must measure up or down as the case may be to her father and do as he is told by him.

His father is not allowed the luxury of having anything to say in his son's life. The stage was set long ago by the male ego and the base need for the son to be the main man, and his wife just has to prod him with a very small stick to make him jump in at the deep end.

His sister or sisters are also a problem to her, as they know what she is up to. After all they're female too, and so they too must be destroyed along with his mother and anyone else in his family so that she can feel safe. Control of everything is the usual goal of this, the most negative of women.

He then only has her to talk to and she is the only companion he has, allowing her to feel that she is now the only person in his life; and she can keep it that way. She insists that his attention is solely on her and her needs. She will develop fears of all sorts of things, like flying, motorways or ships so that he can't go to see his friends or family. And because she is just a frail little woman she can't be left all on her own for a week, or even an hour.

To some degree all women behave in this way purely by instinct, and it's a primitive one at that. The fear of being found out is never very far from their minds, except in the most conceited among them. They believe that they are too clever to be found out. They usually become either very fat or very thin, as they are extreme in all things. The fat ones will spend a great deal of time in bed or resting, as their only real interest is in themselves and their own well-being. Some become business women and make a great deal of money to compensate for their losses in life's other directions.

The thin one's will often be hard workers and will make sure where the money goes. Preferably into their own accounts, leaving the husband broke, in the dark, or both. This keeping the husband broke is a favoured tactic by both types. It's more to do with negativity of nature and control rather than a desire to build the family or make it rich.

Each morning they check to see how the world is affecting them and again try to change it. They become hypochondriacs, using weakness as a weapon to bully others with. They pretend that they are not well or tired again, for self-interest and attention born out of an over developed sense of self-love. They probably are tired, because they've put so much energy into plotting and scheming. It is all about manipulation and trying to keep one jump ahead of the game that's tiring them out. And it's a deadly and destructive game.

This negative attitude appears in many forms, all designed in order to gain control over everything around her. Control over her protector is the favourite. To attract him she firstly uses sex and then to hold him she will again use her sexuality in the basest way possible. When it comes to getting her own way she will offer or deny sexual favour to punish or force her partner to give in to her wants or whims. The method she will use to punish or to get her own way is nearly always sexual deprivation. It is done in different ways. Firstly by sheer denial and secondly by excuse, making it look as if it's for his benefit in some way.

If this won't work, after a while she will go in the opposite direction and again use sex. It's what all women do, whether consciously or subconsciously. Should you disagree with a woman for whatever reason, she will usually pick on these age-old tactics, leading to the immediate crossing or parting of the legs.

Should her husband not agree with something or other and bedtime comes around, when you go to bed, it's her bed, and you are only suffered to be in it if you're lucky or unlucky. It all depends on a chap's perspective.

On go the big knickers and that nerve shattering silence that leaves you in no doubt that the "I'm not talking to you until you give in" syndrome is now firmly in place. Cast in granite, because ordinary stone or concrete is not hard enough, she stands or lies, as the case may be, "immovable." Have you ever heard of a husband making his wife sleep on the couch?

Men, being what they are, will usually give in very quickly. His security is threatened and because men's sexual urges are so strong and must be satisfied or the urges will get the better of them, they give in. She is relentless and plays on his conscience as well: yet another weapon in her vast armoury.

He has at his disposal other, though less favourable, means of acquiring sexual relief. If he holds out he loses. If he doesn't hold out, she wins. Or does she? She, in point of fact wins little in reality, and when she starts to vocalise she usually ties a knot with her tongue that she won't be able later on to loosen with her teeth.

He starts to get fed up with her. So he starts to work late or make new friends -- maybe even girl friends who are trying to catch a man! He spends more time working late or goes to visit his family on a regular basis to rebuild old and damaged bridges; and out it all starts to pour, like a floodgate bursting in slow motion.

She takes control of the money and opens an account in her maiden name - “Just in case.” She chats him up again and makes promises to keep him off her track by giving explanations such as, "It was only because I love you," or "I'm jealous and I can't' help it because I love you so much." And again he falls for it, but not as far or a deeply as in the past -- and she knows it. In the meantime she is beavering away, making contingency plans.

He desperately wants to believe her, so he gives it another try, giving her the benefit of the doubt and giving her more conniving time. But it's no good. As soon as he tries to forgive and forget, she starts to feel insecure all over again, no matter what he does. She knows that she is in trouble, yet she must control him in order to feel safe. Mostly this is because she has put him through hell to prove he loves her, right up to the time she makes him hate her.

Usually he does the wrong things in the beginning because he thinks that she is just like his mother, or that she is like the girl in every boy's dreams. Nobody gave them a DIY on marriage. Perhaps he is copying his friends or even his own father, whom with his wife's help he probably hates by now, which is more often than not when and if the most primitive natured women has anything to do with it.

In the past he so loved the illusions of all the things he believed her to be. He can't accept that she hasn't recognised him as the most fantastic of men. His ego won't allow it. She, together with his testosterone levels have created an unreal illusion of her in the beginning, and all he can see is that illusion: and the greater the illusion the greater the drop at the end of it. Illusions are like dewdrops. They too disappear in the light of day.

He allowed himself to be blinded by his desire to copulate. He thought she was just like his mum. And what of his mother? No change there because she was probably just the same where his father was concerned. He will never really have known her; she will have made sure of that. Somehow you just can't think of your mother writhing about in sexual passion, or even just lying there having sex with anyone. Especially you're dear old Dad! The very thought of it would put a dog off his dinner.

Then again, maybe it wasn't just dear old Dad. Still, you were born, so she must have had sex with someone and a chap can only hope that it was 'dear old Dad', even if you hate him by now because he's the guy that gave you the advice which you thought was rubbish. But it wasn't, was it? He told you so, didn't he? You wouldn't listen to him -- and it galls. You were warned, but you were the clever guy and now its pay-up time. You will not admit that he could possibly know anything that you don't already know.

You think of your mother as being different to the wife, but deep down you must realise that they are still basically the same. The young wife may well have some cause for her actions, real or otherwise. The most negative natured wives don't need causes -- they invent them. The real causes she can deal with, it's the imagined ones that really drive her on. Again she tests him, just to see how much he really loves her. Over and over, and boringly, over again. She will then continue doing the same old things and will consequently get the same results every time. Total madness reigns.

The best of women do this without even thinking about it. See how much he will take so that she can be sure that all is well. That he really, really, loves her. But in the back of her mind the question always remains, "Does he?" After all, why the hell should he?

Once again she will always turn to sex and the subtle deprivations and manipulations. It worked before and it will work again, because now she knows that he needs it on a regular basis and if he can't have it she now knows what it does to him. She adds a little extra by shouting, throwing pans and pretending to be sick or in pain, even hitting him: and he dare not hit back; and she knows it.

In fairness to women, men have problems here. We are inclined to be aggressive, especially if we are deprived of sexual release, where our frustrations turn into anger as an outlet. So again she has another weapon; violence. Verbal or physical, it's all the same to her, just as long as she gets her way and feels secure, even if it is only for a moment.

Slowly she becomes a real dreadnought, cannons at the ready and stripped down for battle. Don't you dare step on 'my carpet' or sit on 'my chair!

Despite the damage she hopes to do to him, she still refers to having sex as "Making love." Take it from me; love has nothing to do with it. Now it's all down to subconscious emotion on her part, without any reason at all. She closes the gate again and he gets frustrated and his anxiety levels go up. The nature of the black widow spider is in all women. They do so love to be widows. Look at all the attention they get.

Sexual frustration can cause heart attacks and all sorts of things later in life. She knows it, but still she does it. It is a fact that nobody dies from old age, especially men; they all die from stress and fifteen to twenty years-younger than they should.

In his older years she will deprive him even more: and he will then becomes the Grouchy Old Man. His aggression, unable to be worked out naturally by sexual activity, rises up within him. He becomes the grumpy old man. Nervous, jumpy, and in the worst cases of deprivation he become excitable, talking far faster then he can think. For this type of chap it's all over. He has truly been destroyed. He's an old duffer, maybe as young a forty, a bit doddery, stupid. Changeable and bad tempered, he can even be called worse, especially by the light of his life who is the direct cause of his problems.

And why? Because she needed to satisfy her primitive needs and emotions, with no though of his well being or his needs. Yet she will say that she either loves him or loved him and that it was all down to him. Why? Because he wouldn't do as she wanted, or perhaps he just couldn't because her demands were too far out of the question for one reason or another. Lack of any reason would probably be more appropriate. And what caused him the most stress, so bringing about this misery and pain? Sexual starvation, that's what, along with selfishness and a total lack of concern for him or his needs. The main weapons of womanly wiles of course: the unholy trinity of married life.

As her problems grow and she starts to lose her grip on him, the base need for security in the fair sex raises its destructive head, sometimes in a subtle manner, but more often in a direct and destructive manner. The need for security drives many women to extremes. The more inadequate a woman feels, the more extreme her actions. Even using another man to make him jealous and then using their children to make him stay with her. It sounds mad, and of course it is, but I have seen it happen many times. They want to control everything, especially the "Husband." Suddenly the delicate flower blossoms and becomes "She who must be obeyed!" Terrifying and formidable to any man who often hasn't a clue what's going on really, she thinks she has won something and the die is cast.

When young enough, she confides in her friends or her mother who has got the manipulation of men down to a fine art through long and careful practice. They or she suggest a baby. If they already have one, have another. That will bring him to heel. She knows that he wants to be a father: after all what man doesn't? His ego needs reassurance no matter how thoughtless the things that calm him are, and it makes him feel like a man. So on go the sexy bits and, "Isn't it a miracle! We're pregnant!” Now she has him.

I knew someone years ago, and after his wife missed her second period she had to phone him at work to come home and put a shilling in the gas meter because she couldn't bend down. This was testing her security to the limits, but then she wasn't much to look at and even less as a person. The urine wasn't dry on the test strip when it started. From then on he was kept on a string, and still is thirty odd years later. I used to joke about him with “the Boys” until I realised that the same things were happening to me; and I couldn't see it either at the time. With him I couldn't miss it, and I got the message. So I probably owe his wife something as she woke me up and probably saved my bacon from this fate that I consider far worse than death. I didn't laugh at him anymore, the poor slob.

When the children come, husbands usually get ignored and somewhat neglected. As it was in his case and she never had any more: she had achieved her only goal. Upon giving birth she is the centre of attention with one and all and holds centre stage with a grip of iron. And now his colours are nailed firmly to her mast.

She is always tired, so he has to get up in the night to feed or change his baby. He has to get up and go to work the next day and she has all that resting to do after her ordeal. What with the baby crying and him walking up and down, trying to get it to sleep. Inconsiderate bastard that he is! Couldn't have done it quietly, could he!? The inconsiderate pig hadn't one thought for her trying to sleep. And then there is the matter of looking after his house, which is always a tip about this time. Funny how, when it suits her, everything becomes hers! It goes on for months and months, even years.

“It's a pity that men don't have the babies and then they would know what its like,” you will hear women say. He already knows what it's like because she never shuts up about it. She goes over it in great detail, non-stop. She uses it to make him pay and pay and pay because he did it to her. The swine!

One of the main reasons, if not her main reason for having children, is to solidify her position. If she has given him a really hard time and is worried that he might have had about enough, she will come around to pregnancy, usually to make him stay with her "for their sake."

Because of today's climate and attitudes she will often wait until the babies are about six weeks old and pay someone else to take care of them. We now have the independent woman; whatever they think that means. After all, if you tell your partner that you want your “independence” what exactly do you think you're saying? What you are in fact saying is, that you don't need them or want them, and then what do you think they'll feel or are likely to do? You are a career woman now. You don't love your children who are your own flesh and blood enough to give them something of yourself. You are in competition with everybody else, trying, as usual to prove the un-provable. Her mind is elsewhere: she is a career woman; a bastion of feminine independence. She doesn't need anybody. O no?

In the offices of the commercial world you have a career. You're a receptionist, an office cleaner. Oops! Sorry, a cleansing technician! A neurotic manager who takes her moods out on those she works with. And pity help those she is in charge of when she's having a bad hair day.

She is in charge of the world but never in charge of her emotions or primitive instincts. Her ego knows no bounds and everybody pays. But don't complain: she is doing it all for her husband, or because he is a useless-whatever who can't earn enough to keep her in a manner to which she would so like to become accustomed. After all she is worth it. She should have married what's-his-name anyway instead of wasting herself on the likes of you all these years.

Tell her that you're leaving for good and see what she tells the judge when it comes to it. Just a poor defenceless little woman who will need all the support she can get to manage on her own. Financial support of course, which she will share very carefully with the next man in her life that she doesn't need either.

If he strays with the girl from the office she will say “How could you do this to me?” while the problem is that he has been doing it to someone else and not her. Madness!

Then, when the divorce is complete, she loses weight -- and on go the low-cut dresses and short skirts. The hair is all done up and you never see her without makeup. At least until the next slob comes along -- and off we go again.

If she manages to keep her husband to the bitter end -- and it usually is a bitter end -- she will go one way or the other. She will either dress to the nines and becomes a bossy bitch, all house-proud to the point that no one can live in the place, or she will become the curler-wearing, fat, untidy whiner. She will probably have a different illness every day, and very often several different ones at the same time.

Eventually the family move on and the daughters have learned from dear old mum and the sons from dear old dad; and no one learns anything positive. So around and around we go.

You will see a family with three of four sisters, and they all have problems, all based on the same themes such as frigidity, hypochondria, or both. It's like the common cold, it's catching. And then there's the competition called, “Who is the sickest?” Dare anyone tell them? Only the very brave or the very brain dead would dare to say what the real sickness is. Courage above and beyond the call of duty will not be enough to let this one past your lips. You need a death wish at least.

Then comes The Change! The long-suffering husband knows all about The Change, as it has an even worse effect on him. The sex stops, if it is still going on; and yet again she tests him with it just to make sure. After The Change she will start to keep the old man at bay; and whether she is aware of it or not, the result is always the same. She destroys her husband. He is no longer endowed with her favours. She never even tries anymore. On go the ridiculous pants or some other type of turn-off clothing. She will of course deny it and say that it is all in his imagination. Her behaviour also becomes a turn-off and she never tries to turn him on in any way. Should he dare to say anything, once again it will be denied. She knows he needs her and will probably have tried to make her see it, expecting her to under-stand and give a little.

Again he's being silly. She doesn't need him, but it was never about his needs anyway. Marriage is always about the woman from the ceremony onward and she never thinks of her husband's needs. As far as she is concerned he has her, so what more can he possibly expect?

After a time he can't even face her. The old whizzer won't stand up for itself as it used to, or maybe not at all. She tells him that he is becoming impotent and she rubs it in. Then she starts to show him how impotent he really is by coming on to him again and scaring the life out of him, embarrassing him to the point of no return. The throbbing warrior becomes permanently downcast.

Should it perchance arise one morning, she will have to go to the toilet and let the dog out while she is up, then make a cup of tea before she comes back to bed. Of course by now he's lost it. Should he be foolish enough to make an attempt while she still appears willing, he will probably fail and again and so is yet another nail driven into the lid of his coffin and his escape becomes even less likely.

He can no longer function, especially with her but she knows that he might with someone else. She is by this time determined to make him want her again as her security is threatened, or her powers as a woman over a man are in question. She expects him to turn his feelings back on like a light switch. After all she is still a beautiful woman: whether she ever was or not doesn't come into it.

But he can't rise to the occasion again and he makes excuses. He is in fact so embarrassed, that it has registered on a subconscious level. He is not impotent; he simply can't face her any more. And do you know what? He never will.

And so they end up with nothing to say to each other and are getting too old to move on. She tries all her old tricks, just as she did for years and they no longer work. "He doesn't love me any more because I'm not as young as I used to be.” By now she knows that he is turned on by other women and that it's just her he can't face. She knows every excuse in the book; after all she watches the soaps on the TV. That's where she got the symptoms for all her illnesses. Pity she ignored the cures though, as it's now all to no avail and all is laid to waste.

After the children left home, dear old dad became a further nuisance. These days she always has to watch him; the silly old fool. Yet she expected him to put up with her little problems all his married life without complaint. Ones like period pains and P.M.T. because she was ovulating, pre menstrual, menstrual, or postmenstrual, and now she is going through the change.

He was and still is expected to understand. It always seem a pity to me that she doesn't understand, and in most cases is so wrapped up in her own problems, real or imagined, that she just doesn't want to know about his. After all he is a man and is not supposed to have any problems, and if he does they can't be that important. If he has any real health problems he may find himself disbelieved or she might use them as an excuse for avoiding sex with him. She won't move over and allow him to have sex with another woman. She is by now like a dog in a manger. She can't eat hay and she makes sure that nobody else can either.

Nobody suffers like a woman. How does she keep going with her bad this and bad that? Isn't she wonderful? She might just convince him, even though all his married life he has suffered some kind of starvation, either sexual or emotional starvation; probably both. It's not like a lack of food kind of starvation, but it does even greater damage. Lack of food just kills you. This other one leaves men with renal problems, emotional problems, and all kinds of stress related difficulties that can range from a sad sort of quietness to completely gaga. Or so she will say.

Any excuse will do as far as she in concerned, even in the latter years, just to see how he will react. She is not well, has a headache, and that kind of thing. She is so concerned for you, so “Go to sleep darling. You look as if you really need it.” She is now into the "In your best interest” bit and you can't say a word. She's got you again and you know it. No more sex for you my lad: it's bad for you. Think of your blood pressure. Anyway, it's dirty at your age.

Still there's always that nice girl in the paper shop or the office. But you shouldn't even be thinking like that: look what you have to loose you stupid man! Her, if you get lucky. She gets jealous again as her security is threatened yet again. After all she is looking after you, and do you appreciate it? No you don't you ungrateful pig.

Then on go the kinky knickers, low cleavage etc, and again she gets her security polished when, or should I say “if” he goes for it; that's if by some miracle he still can.

Next thing that happens is that a period of headaches ensues. She is testing all the time. Probably only on a subconscious level -- but she does it just the same.

When she starts to realize that she is losing the game and “he” is on to her, mistakenly of course, she starts to secret away money again -- just in case! They do it during all phases and ages. She opens a bank account in her maiden name, her sister's, or mother's name. Her sisters and mother understand what a pig you are and so they not only help, but encourage. “He has been acting a bit offish lately.” Wow! She has taken the time to notice, but only because her security is threatened!

She sees him looking at other women. Imagine! He can't keep his eyes out of that young woman's big chest, the silly old fool, "The bastard!" After all she's done for him. He's taken the best years of her life. The ungrateful swine!

She twists the knife and gives him more grief; or should I say, causes him to suffer more stress. And what causes him the most stress? Why sexual starvation of course, coupled with degrading comments regarding his 'ability' these days. Shrouded suggestions you would hardly notice: and if he says anything, she didn't do any such thing. He's imagining things again, but men get like that, don't they?

She has it down to a practised art form by this time, bringing about this misery and pain where it does her desires the most good and him the most harm. If he does say anything she will ask him exactly when she did or said this or that: and because he can't remember the time, or date, or exact place, where she was standing and what she was wearing, then that's proof enough that it is not true and he just made it all up.

He feels stupid or even guilty so he gives up and so gives her even more rope to beat him with. She has him by this time on a string where she has had him for years, but now it's tighter, the consequences inevitable and unavoidable.

He starts to feel that she doesn't love him any more. By now he probably is a silly old fool because he doesn't realise that she never did love him.

If you're a man, listen to women talking: and if you're a woman do the same thing and you might just realise that women are not all the loving creatures that they are supposed to be. More than half are incapable of love, apart from self-love. He was available, that's all, and was stupid enough to ask her to do him a great favour and marry him. He was in lust and she was in a state of feminine calculation.

She loved his bank balance though, and herself to the point that there was nothing left over for anyone else. Then there was the fact that she couldn't get married and have the best day of her life without some sucker there to make up the numbers. She probably convinced herself that she loved him in the beginning so that she could live with herself and shift blame.

She will do this to feel good about herself and he will aid her by keeping her illusions regarding herself intact. She's nice really. Just ask her, she'll tell you, and she will make sure that you have a distinct impression that she is also priceless and what is between her legs is pure gold or even worth more than that. Priceless!

If he is a good husband he can't really understand why she behaves the way she does, because he loves her and really wants to believe her when she tells him she loves him. The truth is she took him on for a purpose and his purpose was over when she passed the breeding age.

Often it's over when she has the first child if that is enough to keep him jumping the gate to someone else and keep her safe at the same time. But she still needs him to provide, unless she feels that she can provide for herself.

Then what would the friends and neighbours say? One must keep up appearances for their sake, or is it her sake? But will this fantasy be enough? She never has enough, so she keeps him because she loves him or his earning ability.

It all gets a bit confusing here. In the beginning he chased her until she caught him. And during the breeding age she made his life a misery testing him to satisfy her wants and to calm her fears. Her only primitive reactions were to fulfil her need to breed and the greater need for her security and constant need for attention whilst doing so. In this way she brought about all this misery and pain to him and also to herself, for which she will never forgive him.

And so on and on it goes generation after generation. Women started burning their bras pretending that they no longer had any breasts, trying to deny their reality and un-knowingly paying the price of such folly. At this point in our civilisation women went completely mad. They took their newfound freedom and destroyed not only the hated men, but also themselves. Then again, what kind of woman hates men?

Freedom went up in smoke on the bra bonfires. It sounded like such a good idea until you thought about it. But they didn't really think, did they? You just can't go against nature and win.

I still remember when a woman was a priceless jewel in the crown of the species called man. Womankind ventured out into the great big world, emotions to the fore seeking her "true" value. She went on the pill and has since become worthless in her quest for greater value. She was already valuable. She was beyond value, her worth incalculable to any man. We can't live without you, but you have made it so that we can't live with you either.

Unfortunately womankind wanted more of something that would give her more security. With her dream of independence held high she threw away the things she needed the most: a caring loving husband and a family to wrap around her to keep her warm, affording her that very security that she not only desired but needed and without all the problems.

Independence is really only a dream and a pretty damn stupid dream at that, as it's impossible. Unless of course, you really would like to live alone on a desert island all by yourself all your life.

Women's security was, still is, and always will be in her value as a woman, both to the society in which she lives and to the species of man, of which she is the vital half, and especially to her other vital half, that of man.

But some "Personality" convinced a whole generation of her, that she would be safer if she didn't have to depend on a man; which is a thing that by her very nature she cannot do. Suddenly the dream of the most base of women was to live and reproduce children without men and that personality made a nice fortune out of it, with no real thought or consideration of the makeup of normal women who are still in the vast majority: the kind of women that know how to love without sticking a price tag on it. You know the ones. They have a brain. Rare birds, but there are a few out there, hiding amongst the hens' teeth. Then what about the welfare of children? What about their instinctive needs or doesn't that matter?

Negative woman was taking men on at their own game. She is as good as any man, apart from the days when she is "Not very well". Just before her period and just after her period, during her period, or when she is ovulating. At all these times her brains apparently stop working, or is she just being cunning? Her emotions go through the roof. "Never!" she will say. "It is a lie!" she will say. But it isn't. And she knows it.

If she looks at herself honestly she will find that her life has become one big lie. To be a woman has become almost a dirty word. Lesbian is cool, whatever that means. But the title word “woman” is only overshadowed by swearwords like “Housewife". If they do not or can not have babies their value as a person is lowered, so they must have them to protect their ego and shield themselves from the slights and insults of other more "fortunate" women.

They have their babies that they need so desperately to fulfil the maternal needs and help to keep the husband on course. With today's philosophies she does immeasurable damage on an emotional level to not only her husband and children, but most of all to herself.

It appears to me that there is nothing wrong with being a woman, unless you are a bit floppy because you have burned your bra of course. Then there are your little problems which wouldn't be so much of a problem if they were faced with intelligence, accept their reality, and deal with them honestly, face on. But then they couldn't use them as a cop out any more could you? However that is something you can change.

You still need a man in your life, and of course in other places that I have no real need to mention. Even nowadays you need him in the kitchen or anywhere where it will help you to avoid your realities. Go on admit it. Think of all the things you get up to. All the imagined illnesses you catch watching those stupid and emotionally dangerous hospital programs and soaps.

Haven't you got enough grief in your lives without causing more and then wallowing in someone else's misery as well, real or not? Can't you just marry a nice guy and just let him take care of you as nature intended? Can't you just love someone and let them love you unconditionally, and above all just trust him, at least until he proves himself one way or another? If you can't trust a man, how can you expect him to trust you? Or didn't you think of that? Let yourself follow the natural female way of things and allow “Him" follow the natural male ways, because neither of you can do it differently as you are not programmed to do anything any other way.

Security and love: now that's what you really need, isn't it? But is appears it's not what you want though. What you need and what you want are different. Realise that what you want isn't necessarily what you need. You, like Martin Luther King, have a dream and look where it got him -- to the same place that your dreams are taking you. You are destroying not only your own life, but also the lives of those closest to you.

Consider your husband and your children. They are paying for this madness. The real world, no matter how you manipulate it, is simply not within your control. But maybe there is not much in reality which appeals to your sense of self-importance.

But think about it. You are mothers. You are supposed to be soft, cuddly and beautiful, both inside and outside. You are not supposed to be battlewagons or fire breathing man-eaters. Neither are you programmed to be whores. These are choices you make; and if you do, they're bad ones.

You're supposed to be about goodness, love and gentleness, with a dash of kindness thrown in. At one time women used to be more or less content with their lot. I know that sometimes women were abused, and still are in many cases. But so were men and they still are, but to a greater extent than ever before.

Women were content and happy and everybody knew their value and where the lines were drawn. That was before someone told them that they weren't happy and now had to behave in a different way that had just been though of. Sadly it was to womankind's own detriment and it has not done men any good either.

So now you're not even near it anymore. You are supposed to be selfless. You know, the sacrificial type, where you consider people other than just your self. I'm sure you have seen such women portrayed on TV. in fantasyland. We seldom see anything like it in reality anymore, worse luck. Not just worse luck for men, but for women too. And above all, worse luck for the little children.

You see women behaving like animals all the time and no one seems to learn. So let me ask you a question: Who do you love really? Do you love anybody really? Does anybody love you really, and if they don't then why don't they? You have become something out of hell, deliberately or not. You are no longer the happy women that abounded when I was younger. You are out of step, not with the world but with yourselves. You are out of step with your own nature and you won't manipulate your way around that. It is a fact, and time for a change.

Who loves you anymore, apart from yourselves and a few deluded husbands who haven't caught on to you yet? And me of course. I love the idea of what might be, and I wish it would become reality so that we could all be happy together without all the painful pointless and stupid games. Think about it. Really girls, think about it. We, of the opposite gender, useless, egotistical, unreliable men are all you have, and we do love you, you know. At least I do. Granted, not all of you. Not for what you have become but for what you are when you stop the nonsense and let us mind you. Let us foolish men take care of you as our nature intended and as your real nature, over which you have no control demands.

After what you have read so far, you may well feel that I am hard on womankind, but you are wrong. It's the way things are. Didn't you see a little of yourself or somebody else in there somewhere? Couldn't you just relate to it? Now let's have a look in some depth with the slant this time towards men. It's important that you know both sides, although it isn't the most important. What is important is that realisation dawns. Recognise yourself or your faults and do something about yourself.

Women, no matter how great they think they are, can't change male-female relationships for the better all by themselves. They have however managed to change it for the worse in the recent past: but to change things back again is a very different thing. So we can't just leave it all to the girls. They can't really do it on their own, but then again maybe the girls will have to. They seem to do most things on their own these days. If you want something discussed, get a man. If you want something done, get a woman.

Women have to do so much on their own these days and it's their own fault; but only partly. That's why the dildo market is flourishing and rechargeable batteries are a good business to break into.

Imagine men, you're slowly being replaced by a piece of rubber; old two finger jack and that sort of thing. Women don't really think much of us, do they? I wonder why? Mind you, thinking that we're useless bastards does help to justify and keep them going, especially when they're busy denying their man his rations.

Men are always aggressive towards one another even though they don't always realise it. You see the young men or even small boys, sitting in their father's chair pretending that they didn't notice him coming in. Just to try to establish superiority over him or take him down a peg; and they do it even from a very tender age.

Stealing the old man's chair is a negative and aggressive behaviour, even if it is subtle. Men have beaten each other senseless over less. Mind you, there probably isn't much sense there in the first place

Sometimes men will enter another's house for a chat or whatever, and they will rarely if ever check to see which chair is the master's chair. They look around and see the one that they think it is, and plonk themselves firmly down in it. The difference between conscious or unconscious action is not important. The overriding thing with this action is that they are daring its owner to object.

Sometimes the owner will object, as it makes a man feel very uncomfortable. His instincts are telling him what's going on, and he will react accordingly. If, as can sometimes happen, the owner of the chair is either afraid of the incomer or just doesn't want to appear to be inhospitable, he may do nothing.

The offender, by this action, feels that he has established the pecking order between the two of them for the future. The harm has been done to the relationship between them and it will more than likely never be resolved. It is a silent kind of testing or even bullying and will be done more often than not when there is a woman present.

A woman is supposed to be impressed by it, like she did back in the time when Adam Edam first stood upright, walked upon the earth and gained reason (but not much). When you go into another man's house remember to check unless you want trouble or bad feeling between you.

It was at one time considered bad manners to sit without being directed where to sit; it was also dangerous as you might have ended up with a sword in your flesh for your neglect. There are so many ways that men show their primitive natures and they are all to do with, or lead to the bullying or putting down of another, even from a young age. They see someone who might outshine them in some way or another in the breeding stakes, or more accurately in the screwing stakes; and off they go.

They may fancy the other man's wife or family, or even his status. He may be better looking than they are, and so a primitive challenge becomes necessary. It could be because they are tall and he is small, and that's all so many men need to set them off. It starts in the nursery and from there to school, and then becomes a set pattern in the individual's behaviour. It is one of our worst sides and the most primitive side of the species.

It rises to an almost complete inability to have a comfortable and worthwhile relationship based on trust and affection between men. If we can't raise ourselves up then we pull others down to our more base level. If we can overcome them with force, then that's how it will be. Because any other way to compete is apparently beyond the comprehension of most men, fists will usually fly.

The necessity to compete is never seriously thought about, nor its pros and cons even considered. Yet what's the point of such behaviour in a civilised society? Watch the girls in the playground getting the boys to fight over them. She feels more secure in her chances to attract and manipulate, and they of course are stupid enough to let her lead them to harm each other. Men are physical bullies by nature and women have different methods due to the fact that their thinking is different. You can see it in homes, workplaces and especially in governments, within their armies and their police. It works on an either, you're afraid of me or I'm afraid of you basis. The right or wrong of things is never considered, much less thoughts of justice or reason allowed to enter the equation.

Superiority in the male is an eternal struggle against all comers. His primitive instincts tell him that he will lose out in the breeding stakes if he is not top stud. His brains are always in his pants as that's what he's really all about. He's afraid all the time that he might lose out: and because of this fear he is ruled by his little head instead of his big one. This trait is especially noticeable in the most negative of men, and usually also in the most useless; certainly amongst the most stupid, of which there is no shortage. They recognise their own inferiority and try to cover up; especially from themselves. We are not famous for that strength of character required in the facing of our own weaknesses and we therefore ignore them to the point of absolute denial.

If a man is good at school he is ridiculed by other boys. He's a swat. He may then stop putting in the effort so that he can fit in and so spoil himself and let the morons win.

If a young man is good at football he is admired because men have never worked out anything in order of importance. Even the most stupid of men can kick a ball so that they can feel that they are in with a chance.

Have you ever heard a man going on about his team? “We won!” and all he did was pay out a lot of money and sat in the stands. He nevertheless thinks that "We won!" as if he was a real part of the proceedings instead of a goat that has just been milked.

He is usually so desperate for a sense of achievement that even a false sense of it will do. He hasn't got the bottle or brains for any forms of reality, especially his own. Where important things are happening he feels inadequate; and so he avoids such situations.

We are very good at avoidance. The world is in a sorry state and still he will ignore it and turn his interest to who won some game or other. “Did you see that goal? Let's have another drink.” There isn't much to be said is there? He's hopeless. No wonder women are the way they are. They have more than a little to be afraid about.

Men consider the ability to kick a football around to be more important then becoming a doctor. That is until they see the money that a doctor can earn and his shiny chariot that he drives round to show his superiority, and once again he's seen as a useless something or other in the eyes of the negative thinkers. It helps them to feel that they, even in their inferiority, are still better then him. Their priorities are always governed by their need to look good, and so in their primitive subconscious minds be in a position to gain all the women for themselves. What a fantasy!

We even think ourselves capable of servicing thousands of women when in fact seven is about the comfortable limit. We are all driven by testosterone, without reason, thought, or anything that might make us look at ourselves and give us the incentive to improve ourselves in reality. The ability to 'get' women and to copulate and sire children is our most important badge of merit. In fairness to men, it is just as well; otherwise the human race would cease to exist.

Those of you, who are still young, follow what I say carefully, and those of you who are getting on a bit in years remember if you can, and go back that to what is often referred to as the best years of your life.

When you get down to the nitty gritty, we men are a lot of tulip-pullers really. Not altogether your fault you might say. But is it? When? Or should I say if? You ever get honest with yourself, perhaps then you might attempt to rise above your base instincts.

You're driven by your testicles in just about everything and you can't handle either reality or responsibility. Often your only answer to your biggest problem is to avoid the question so that an answer becomes necessary. But whatever you do, don't admit anything and nobody and hopefully no one, will notice. You are driven by your testosterone and boy does it drive.

As in the case of women, your first instinct is self-preservation, and your second is reproduction. But do you really need to let the latter take over completely? Do you have to act so stupidly all the time? Why do you buy an old heap of rust on wheels and suddenly turn into a Formula One driver?

Imagine for a moment the males you see every day out and about town; arm out of the window with a silly, "I'm a seriously tough dude” expression on their faces, and broom! broom! tyres screaming -- off we go! And a lot of them aren't kids either. They are trying to prove something; and even they don't seem to know what.

There you are, with a cigarette in your face, drink in your hand and you think you are the ultimate gift to women. You want a woman that's for sure, all the time, maybe even one special one to get married to. So what does bright boy do? He doesn't even hatch the grand plan. Why should he, after all what woman in her right mind could possibly resist? You go and get a girl who naturally needs security from her mate. All females fit this criterion. Then you place her in the front seat of your car, beside you, and off you go. She needs security and you're driving like a maniac while trying to impress her. You impress her all right. You frighten the living daylights out of her.

But then again you're a macho man and you really think that you've made a great impression. She really is impressed; of this you may have no doubt. But in what way is she impressed? Your inflated ego coupled with your stupidity and your need to copulate has taken over your reason. That is if you ever had any. Your brains are as always in an erectile position, just like the warrior that lives in your lower regions doing your thinking for you. You're all promise and no real action.

There is only one group of men that are equal to young men in this matter; and that's old men. Not to mention the middle-aged. Whatever you do, don't mention the middle-aged! They are full of the fear of death. It's written all over them and they haven't had enough sex yet. Nor have they had enough of anything else for that matter.

There you stand with half a dozen or so hairs combed carefully forward to cover the bald patch. Everyone can see you're bald, but so many of you have to draw attention to it with what you think is the most natural looking hairpiece ever, often using an off-coloured thing that resembles an unfortunate animal that has crawled onto your head and died. A mixture of ego, testosterone and natural inborn stupidity, that's what it is. No wonder that women are all so turned around when you're all that's on offer.

You're nearly as bad as women when it comes to false pride and ego. You of course won't have it because you have this body part and you run around with it in your hand looking for someplace to put it. A hanger is required for the Macho Zeppelin -- and urgently, always urgently.

The older men know what a Zeppelin actually was, but you younger guys may not. Look it up lads. It was an airship from way back, shaped a like a big cigar. Almost anywhere wet or even slightly damp will do. It must remain nameless just in case some woman out there might be shocked at the very mention of its name. You must understand that they don't really have one themselves. Mind you, after they become sixteen old they have the nicest place to put one you ever did see. Some women do even have one that straps on and some have battery powered ones. Double your panty liners girls, there's more to come!

See what the imagination does to you. Men have been described as being all noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other. Small babies have been described in this way as well. That's young men for you. And the same applies to old men, and so once again, do not mention the middle-aged!

Mobile, two-legged sperm pumps, one and all. Men are all the same: ask any woman. Then again, women are all the same: ask any man. She will usually think that all men are a bad lot, at least from the lips out, and even worse from the lips in. No counting her sons in of course. That is of course, providing that they don't resemble their useless father.

I, of course, was always different. None of this applies to me and don't you dare suggest that is does. I write from observation and only from what I have been told. Experience doesn't come into it.

Men seem to be turned on by almost anything, which is just as well for a lot of women. Except me of course, and that's my story and I'm sticking to it. I never had to try to dance with it tucked under my belt in case anyone noticed that I was most pleased to be near them. Unlike the other guys who really couldn't practice self-control.

Kidding apart, it happens to us all at some time in our lives. That is if you're normal, it's what youthful imagination does to a man, and old men's imaginations as well, not to mention the imaginations of the middle-aged.

A man can develop a real complex about himself during those tender years, and if the girls notice your little problem, especially if it is a little one, they really give you hell.

It happened to someone else who told me bout it. Sadly they're just a distant memory now, those days of constant embarrassment. I, on the other hand find all this so embarrassing. And it wasn't me anyway -- I was somewhere else at the time. But I must be fair, or fair "ish" at least. I'm really leaving myself open to all sorts of comment and criticism, but I don't care. Much.

Onward I press regardless. Again another male trait. Onward regardless, especially where sex is concerned. Then -- it happens. Some silly female says yes or just gets down to it, or probably doesn't say “No!” because she wasn't even asked. In my day, that was if you got past the giggle band, you were doing well. They wore stockings and suspenders in those days, and there was a wide band around the top of the stocking, hence the expression 'The giggle band', for if you got that far, you were laughing. Then came the panty girdles, a case of you needing a tyre lever in your back pocket. Talk about spoiling a man's fantasies.

If you get lucky the first time, and it works out, it's usually more because of her assistance than your abilities. All your birthdays have come at once. You feel like a cleanly swept chimney and have a grin on your face from ear to ear that nothing short of a house brick could ever wipe off. You become even more forgetful than you were and even more useless. You drive everyone up the wall. You are in that romantic dreamland state of mind permanently. You don't actually hear anyone or see anything except through a rose coloured haze. “Oh my darling love, of thee...”...and all that sort of thing.

Then perhaps you find another "lucky girl" or two until you meet the "right one." She has you hooked, and she as always, is nearly a virgin! And of course she's as pure as the driven muck.

Then again, perhaps she gets pregnant. Then you get married -- hoping it was really you. Or maybe she doesn't get pregnant and you get married because you LOVE one another?

What a guy! What joy, until perhaps you find that you don't have and can't get enough money. You have played the big man and bought everything. Sign here, sign there, and all that kind of thing. She is very impressed and your future supply of nookie is secured. That's what it's really all about. That thing, valued more than life itself - SEX! Testosterone strikes again.

You keep showing her what a great man you are. The trouble is, you're only a boy really and you don't have a clue. You think you know all there is to know, but once again, you don't. You are in love or should I say in lust, and you're a very good husband: after all, you know all about it. You're a man now because you whizzer works. You're married and so you have become a husband. You can't even spell it. Yesterday you were a boy, but today you're a man feeling like a clean swept chimney because your little whizzer works.

You even have the long trousers - and, with a pregnant girl to prove it, who could argue? You know the type of pregnancy, where the baby is always three months premature and about nine pounds weight. Wow you can screw now without too much trouble. "Look everybody, no hands!" a definite proof of manhood.

Then comes a serious, worried kind of an expression: fixed in place, like a really responsible man. You know all about it because you have seen real men on T.V. Pregnant girl, married now, and all that kind of thing.

Oddly enough, my dog can screw as well and he's got six offspring with one bitch and four with another one, so he must be a man as well; and a better one than you if quantity counts for anything.

He doesn't act like one though, he barks at everything, just like a dog. He pees all over the place and he likes to warn other dogs off. He's almost human when you consider his actions.

Of course, men don't do things like that. You would think that the ability to screw would have changed something about my dog, wouldn't you? According to the theories of young men, he should at least have stopped chasing cars and started to wear long pants. He could at least get drunk twice a week, wet himself and get sick on somebody's carpet to prove he's a real man.

Now there's another sign of being all grown up. You can drink and you can hold your drink. Right up to the point where you fall over. Again, so can my dog. A bowl full at a time. Come to think about it, the gerbil can do the same, and they can do it with a lot more dignity than a lot of drunken men I've seen. They slurp a bit, but they are not supposed to know any different. I think it is all a bit confusing, this proof of manhood thing. When you consider all the things that maketh man, ego, wedding tackle, more ego and who's got the biggest wedding tackle.

I can't think of any more things that are rumoured to make a man: can you? Except perhaps, how high you can pee up a wall. This appears to also be the attribute of an animal as well, except for the wall part. A male animal I mean, including the ability to fart out loud, and the mental ability developed to the point where he now thinks it's hilarious.

The electricity bill comes and the mortgage is due, and the baby needs new shoes and you're just not able to stretch to it all. She's playing her girlie games, so what does this pillar of manhood do? He goes to the pub. After all it's the only pleasure a man has, and he must have a social life! He knows this because another young lad told him. He also has football! He always seems to be playing with one ball or another and he can't miss a match now can he? After all he has earned it!

She is a real nag, going on and on and on, and he tells his sympathetic pals all about it. All they want to do is get around to his house to comfort the poor girl while he's not looking. So good, aren't they? "To a fault," I hear you say.

And so he gets a right skin full, egged on by his friends, if that's what they are supposed to be. They prod him on a little; after all he is a man. His friends have told him so, and he'll show her. He'll do as he likes, and he'll come home when he likes.

Then comes the dawn and morning breaks forth with all that noise; and he isn't feeling well. Sitting on the toilet, head in the sink; how can this silly woman not appreciate him? The “Get me, fetch me, bring mes”, have set in, and the “never agains”. And guess what? He's spent a packet on his "right to a social life" thing, and now his ability to pay his bills has depleted even further into complete oblivion. Didn't think of that though, did you, clever dick?

You forgot that you had responsibilities didn't you? And so they just flew away further and further with every drink -- just like his worries did when he was a bit under the weather. He couldn't hold his beer if you gave him a bucket and he grew two more hands.

While all this macho behaviour is going on, guess what he's doing to her security? Remember her; the wife, and guess what she is by now doing to her plans for him in the future? That is, if they still have one. If they have, it's going to be a loo- loo.

She is going to twist the knife again. She may cry a lot, shout a lot maybe. But there is one thing for sure: the big knickers are out of the drawer and welded firmly in place! No nookie for you dear boy! Your rations are cut of, and damn lucky for you if it's only your rations that she cut's off.

A woman doesn't even need a knife to make a soprano out of any man. Imagine the situation. He doesn't like it one bit, so maybe he lashes out at her; just like dear old dad. Hopefully only with his tongue. Then again maybe he just lashes out because his primitive instinct has taken over. But then again, maybe his primitive instinct took over a long time ago, even before he was born.

He'll show her who wears the trousers in this house. He has forgotten about the big knickers and the crossed legs. The ultimate weapons, that when mixed with that nerve-shattering silence, knows no equal or even greater weapon in the all arsenals of married life. She had them on a couple of days ago, and soft lad has forgotten already. Wearing the trousers just can't match up to the big knickers.

It's easier to lash out, either verbally or physically, than to think. After all, hitting and shouting is what a real man does, especially when one of his two brain cells isn't working too well after last night. It's most probably due to alcohol poisoning or some malfunction due to lack of use.

The stage of life has again been set and nothing changes because nobody learns. Least of all macho man. And he has decided that nobody teaches him anything because he knows it all. “I am a man!” -- or so he believes. And so he learns nothing because he adopts a stance of pure ignorance. Remember that word, ignorance; meaning to deliberately ignore.

The forces of male unreason meet the forces of feminine unreason, cemented together with the glue of stubborn determination: and there she blows! If that second brain cell of his kicks in, he's still in there with a chance because women never give up. No matter what the cost, she will not give in because she has the deck space, the cannons and the ammunition to out gun him any old time. She's broad of the beam and steady in a rough sea, well able to outmanoeuvre him in any weather.

She is a mother as well as a female and he just can't win anyway. The law is always on her side; and in some cases that's good, but in equally as many cases that is not so good. We live in a world where most law is designed to bully and justice is in short supply. She informs him that she is leaving him and he will not see his child again unless he bends to her will. She will make sure of that.

She is leaving him for sure this time, and so she orders him out of HER house. They always do that: they say that they are leaving you and then tell you to get out of 'their' house. You bought it and you paid for it. Suddenly it's her house. Weird!

Out comes the old favourite, “How could you do this to me?” If he was just doing it to her, there wouldn't be a problem. He has been doing it to someone else, that's the problem. Such infidelity is usually caused by Big Knickers Syndrome. If he gives in, he is dead, and if he doesn't she will kill him anyway; only more slowly.

He has shot himself in the foot by his antics. Apart from all this, some men will lash out and some won't. But what is the point of hitting your wife? If she is a good wife then she doesn't need it, and if she isn't, hitting her won't change anything. But he is a man and he will show her. This means that he is bad, stupid or totally incapable of normal thinking or even any kind of rational thinking. Take your pick; it's got to be one or even a mixture of them all.

If he is determined, he loses his home, his child or children. She will turn the children against him out of feminine egotistical spite, without the slightest concern for the damage she does to her children. They're her children again now: and so is the house and anything else that is worth money.

You will notice she likes money, especially his money in such times. Hell hath no fury and all that stuff. And a sledge hammer shows little reason, but it shows it more than most women in separation or divorce circumstances. He will pay for the duration of his life, in all manner of ways, but mainly in hard cash. He may well deserve it, especially if he has hit her; but not always. Then again maybe she has driven him to it?

I am often surprised that so many women don't get themselves killed because of their spiteful ways, if we should for a moment take the base nature of men into account. After all, men are designed both mentally and physically for aggression, not for deep consideration of circumstances immediately set before them. That's what she was looking for in the beginning whether she has realised it or not.

Back in the cave days, men were there to fight and to protect the woman and children. When faced with a fight, either with an animal of another predatory male, he had to be focused to win. That's why men are usually only good at doing one thing at a time. Women on the other hand can knit, talk, listen to the T.V. and carry out a conversation all at the same time.

For her security she needed a macho man with muscles and no fear, which means not much sense either. She needed him to protect her and give her that very security that she can't live without. She chose him with her primal instincts, spurred on by her need to procreate. Nevertheless he still gets it in the neck from the courts and everywhere else. She gets the house and all the contents. She gets custody even though she might even be a bad mother and very often only wants the children to spite him.

The husband seldom ever gets a fair shake in a divorce. Courts assume and men lose every day. Every time he earns fifty cents she will want a dollar out of it. Her greed and anger know no bounds; and it is at about this time when men should wake up and realise that they can't win. It's 'Grow up' time.

Even if you work it out fairly well and stay together, he will never be forgiven: and in some cases who can blame the wife and in more than half, why not? In so many cases the wife gets the sympathy of the Courts, especially if she is fat and downright ugly. The worse she looks the more the Court will lean towards her. The poor old husband is going to pay whether right or wrong.

Women have the minds of prostitutes: they sell their sexual favours in marriage to gain what they need, and they keep charging for them long after the marriage is over. Marriages are often over even when the people concerned are still together and 'working at it'. If a marriage needs working at it is, in my experience, already over.

However, such feminine attitudes and manipulative methods are still not a true pathway to happiness and contentment; especially for her. Neither is his stupidity, aggression, egotistical attitudes and sexual drives. If there's a ways to do something stupid and you think it makes you look good, then Macho Man is up for it.

If he is lucky he might get another chance with a good woman, but good women are very scarce, as are good men. Hen's teeth are easier to find. And if he is a bad husband and gets another unfortunate woman, he will do it all again.

Have you ever heard a husband shouting at his wife to get him something or other? Have you ever seen the way she gets all flustered and runs about like a headless chicken? He doesn't just shout at her: he roars and abuses. Watch her, fear written all over her face. Have you ever studied the face of such an excuse for a man? He knows he is terrifying her and driving her to the brink: and like the negative woman doing similar things to her husband, he couldn't care less.

He senses power over her and it makes him feel good. Just like a man, but the trouble with that kind of a being is that he is never a man, so he doesn't know how a man feels. Amongst men he is usually a coward. He may shout at other men and make them feel embarrassed when he has them at a disadvantage, but he is still not much of a man.

Later in life, such a woman, married to this excuse, ends up as jumpy as a rabbit in a cage full of ferrets. I know because I've seen the results: and it's not pretty. This kind of excuse for a man has a usual mode of dress. He dresses to show that he is superior and so doesn't give a damn. You will notice that he dresses to impress, regardless of whether he dresses up or down. He still portrays the imagined image of himself.

Cruelty is a large part of the human makeup. We deny it but we see it every day. If there were public executions tomorrow, you'd get more onlookers than at any football match. The further down the ladder of human quality a man is, the more he will bully and try to prove that he is superior to all others. They abuse people because they appear to have a letter in their pockets from some god or other, saying that they have the absolute right to abuse people. They offend you - but it's all for your own good of course, and sadly men are notorious for such behaviour. They abuse you, but usually show you their finer side and so are always condescending enough to forgive you for whatever abuse the have piled on your head. You obviously deserved it in their tiny mind.

Their conceit comes with brass knobs on. They are the pinnacle of egotists, devoid of any reason or sensitivity to others' needs or feelings. They should not be considered to be the slightest bit higher than a snake's track in a wheel rut.

Ego prevents us from looking at ourselves and admitting our faults, so we seldom learn; and if we do it's very slowly. Negative men, like negative women, seem to know no better. They can justify anything they do with some excuse or other. And as an excuse is, by definition, a lie, they cannot in reality reasonably justify anything. But so what, the beer's flat isn't it?

Good women are equally as scarce as good men. Men take ten to fifteen years longer to grow up than women. And they do so love their toys one and all. Have you ever seen a grown man with a child's toy or on a new ride-on lawn mower? No one can get a look in. PlayStation, now that's the thing these days: just the thing for a forty year old child; or even a fifty year old one. Some men grow up and others just get taller.

There are two kinds of people in this world and this applies to both sexes. There are givers and takers; the takers being utterly despicable. Takers look for givers and givers fall for their line all the time because they are looking for someone to give to. The taker is, unfortunately for them, not capable of giving, as it is not in their nature. The partner in such cases, whether male or female, is always unfairly used.

If his wife is a good kind of person she won't hold it against him and by the same token, if he really is a bad sort he will abuse her without conscience, or even mercy.

Good men can usually be easily fooled by their conniving wives when they are so unfortunate; and once again, forgiveness is easy. Such is the nature of the beast that calls itself human.

There is little that is humane about us. We only pretend to be humane. Look what men do to animals and to each other. Look what so many even do to their own children. We still dance to the drum of our caveman nature and our unconscious lack of any reason. All is emotion and sexual drive and greed for power, one over the other, even in your own home or cave, whichever it is. All is domination for self-seeking unreason. All is knee-jerk reaction and not thoughtful action.

Love has become associated with sexual activity and sexual activity is considered to be an act of love. All is a mixture of confusion, subconscious emotion, self-image based on belief in non-factual self justification.

Men and women have different needs and we all believe that we are the same. All people judge by the working of their own minds and haven't the wit to see that no two minds work in the same way, and the feminine mind and the masculine mind are literally poles apart.

Accept your differences and try to understand each other. Look at things held in common and build on them as a foundation for greater understanding. Remember what you really are, and avoid vain, false self-image so that you can deal better with not only yourself, but also with all members of your species. Know that a car doesn't care who drives it. Money only makes you better off, not better. And there is a price for all things; even and especially, 'stupidity', which is as unforgivable as it is harmful. You can lock up from a thief but what can you do to protect yourself against a fool?

Remember the little ones to whom you set an example while you are getting drunk and rowing, and ask yourself what kind of an example you are setting. Remember that they are watching all the time and learning everything you teach them even though you don't always realise it. It is important to give value to life and even more important that you value life in all its aspects, of which there are so many.

This endless war that has gone on between men and women has proved itself so destructive over millennia. The individual differences between the sexes are but of little significance in the great scheme of things. Yet these differences are so vitally important when reason goes out of the window.

Hence Macho Man must have his pleasures. He has earned them after all, but who pays for them. His family that's who. What will a drinking man do when his son becomes of age? He will take him to the pub and buy him his first beer. Why? Simply because he wants him to be just like daddy and gets him on the same road to the same misery because we only know what we know and act accordingly.

We never learn, for if we admit that we don't know so that someone might teach us, then the sky might fall in. To take your son for his first drink is like buying him his first fix -- and there is little difference. It's criminal, but so many do it and they are condemning not only the son, but also his future family when he gets one.

All this is so that Macho Daddy can make himself feel better about his own addiction. Of course his son can't point to his father's drinking when the son himself is now hooked on it as well. Nice people, aren't we? And what an ability to reason!

Some long-suffering woman will have to clean up after him, and maybe even go short of necessities to pay for his “only pleasure.” Is he brain dead or something? Is drinking and playing games all that his tiny mind can come up with? It appears that the answer to this one is a resounding 'YES!'

They suck on cigarettes and pipes, trying to look macho. Doesn't that tell them something? Do you know why we do that? I'll tell you. It's because we got comfort from our mother's breasts and we still miss them. Yes, we tough guys. So next time you see some pseudo-intellectual or macho deep-thinking types sucking on a pipe or cigarette, remember what they are really about. He is missing his mummy's nipples, bless him; and he's frightened.

Women all know what his favourite game is. It's played all the time with two small balls and a very small cue in his little pockets. It's called pocket billiards. What a load of tulip pullers.

The worst thing about men that condemns them totally, is that they believe them-selves to be so reasonable and yet never show any reason. You never learn because you are simply not capable of getting past your image of self, of your over inflated egos. In other words, except to a very few of both sexes, you, the human race, are more or less a waste of space. Facts are not nice, are they? But that's they way it is.

Look at people; watch and listen to them. Then look at yourself and ask yourself the question. Am I like that? You might not be, but you might. If you are, then what will you do? Will you do anything? Perhaps deny it? Will you become indignant because I have even suggested that you have a primitive side to your animal nature?

I know from hard experience that women don't like it, and the more negative the personality is, the greater the denial. Our primitive side is always stronger than any so-called civilised side.

Or will you go on believing that it's only others and not you that behaves so badly? Are you the kind of person who still thinks that all the April pathways are lined with daffodils? Or do you see where the dogs have been and do you see the bare patches where nothing grows? Are you a reasoning and objective person, or do you just think that you are? Have you ever really looked at yourself and your life and all that's in it? Dare you look?

It is a simple fact, that those who seek to gain control over others, do so from a standpoint of weakness of character. They strive to control and maintain control in any way and by any method that they can come up with. They are too weak to keep control really, so they are afraid of losing it, unable to take it back if they want to.

If they manage to achieve a little power or control -- for that's what control is, it's just power over someone -- then they can manipulate that person into a defenceless position that gives them the necessary leverage to do whatever they want to that unfortunate individual. Or even to get them to do whatever they want them to do, good or bad.

A strong person can easily give control to others because they know that they can take it back anytime they wish. Men and women are always trying to overcome each other in their relationships. It's done, as I have said, by manipulations of one sort or another. They are always negative, stupid, always dishonest, unnecessary, and performed by the very ones that need to be controlled themselves, as they are inevitably the weak, the inadequate ones. They are the negative thinkers, the most inferior in every aspect.

Look at your politicians: few if any are fit to command their own bowel movements, never mind have a hand in the running of other people's lives. They will often point to one thing that they are good at, and it is supposed to cover everything and prove their superiority all the way. This they feel gives them the right to walk roughshod over everyone that they can. It's the only way that they can live with themselves, for no man knows himself as he does.

What goes on between men and women is great for the very few because the vast majority are negative in their outlook. The human race as a whole is pathetic and I see no change on the horizons of our existence. You may well be offended by this, but if you are it's a good thing. It will show that I have hit a raw nerve and it might make you think. Then perhaps you might just do something about yourself. Yes, you, the manipulative, lying, drunken excuses for human beings. You bully boys and girls, whores and drunkards know it to be true. I am talking about you, and you probably won't like it.

Like it or not, what will you do? Will you learn, realise or improve? Will you just turn away from reality, your reality that is, and just carry on as usual? Will you continue to ruin your own life, or even worse, remain content to ruin someone else's life? Will you just look for fault in others so that you can feel better about yourself?

One in ten of you might think enough to do something positive. The rest of you; well you will neither recognise, realize or do a damn decent thing. After all, you never have, and you most probably never will.

© R.G.Crosbie.