Welcome to the New Site!

(06/29/03) Well, this is the new location of the revamped site. I would like to give a HUGE and sincere thanks to Mr. Dearing, who is an extraordinarily talented and uncommonly generous individual for hosting this site. I would also like to offer my thanks for his imagination and talent for the new look and feel. I LOVE it!

This is an enormous improvement over Angelfire (no more distracting adverts popping-up all over the place) and I feel deeply grateful for all the effort he has put in. Thanks a million for everything!

Here is the original overview for the old site...

Originally Written: (09/18/02) Well, this was a difficult decision for me to make... and I owe a bit of explanation.

I've been dating Haruna for a while now and we've gotten close. In the meantime, I've also said a fond good-bye to Saya (and Fumiyo) and the other various women who were competing for my attention. (At my request, I am 'just friends' with the rest of them now. Yes, savor the irony.) Haruna is a very intelligent, sweet, generous woman to whom I am attracted on multiple levels. Whenever I see her, I feel an sense of warmth and happiness that I haven't felt in a while. Furthermore, she has recently admitted to me that she has some very strong feelings towards me. That's right, she feels attached to me in a romantic way. When I asked her why she has these feelings for me, she said it is because I treat her so well and I am so 'kind' and 'sweet'. That's right, in other words, she says she is attracted to me because I'm nice. (Pshaw!)

Oh, showing kindness, generosity, compassion, consideration and open-heartedness is just so, you know, wimpy. You will never attract a woman by being yourself, NiceGuy.

There is something to be said about having the last laugh... but I won't jump the gun. I'll wait a few more years before I make such a bold claim...

But I have to tell you, Haruna is really something else. She cooks for me and she enjoys the food that I cook for her. When we go-out on dates, we split the bill. She calls me, I call her. I massage her back, she massages mine. We enjoy each other's company. And here is the really big whopper- she actually thinks I'm good in bed! (Pshaw twice!)

We go on short trips together on weekends. Here are three random examples from the last month...

Four weeks ago, she and I went to one of the numerous firework shows that get held in Japan during August. It was extremely crowded; a massive crush of people had gathered for the event along the levees of the Michinoshi river. Like many of the Japanese women around us, Haruna was wearing a yukatta (summertime cotton kimono) with an obi (sash and bow) around the back. She shuffled beside me in her confining blue/red/gold outfit, smiling sweetly and fanning herself. She looked utterly sumptuous. She leaned on me affectionately and we watched the three-hour long light-show. The fireworks were nothing short of stunning (I didn't know that heart-shaped explosions were possible!) They were the finest fireworks I have ever seen in my life. Whizz! Bang! Whoosh-BOOM! Ker-BLAM! At one point, night turned into supernovae as the entire sky from horizon-to-horizon was full of trillions of yellow, wiggling sperm and blindingly bright buzzing bees. Truly, it was one of the best nights I have enjoyed in a long time.

In the last week of August, she and I went to the beach together. It was a white, sandy coastline and it wasn't too crowded. She and I lay-out on towels under a tree. She snuggled by my side in an orange bikini. We sipped beer together and then went frolicking in the surf. That's right, we frolicked. We swam, splashed, dunked each other. She hooked her arms around me, locked her legs around my middle and rode on my back. "You're my dolphin!" She cooed and snuggled into me in the cutest humanly way. It was so fun, I was laughing out-loud. This was fulfilling a long-cherished dream I've had... for the past ten YEARS, I have wanted to frolic in the surf with my girlfriend. I could never do it ONCE. It wasn't until last month that I could actually do it. That's right, I could NOT find an American female who would be willing to go to the beach with me. Such a bloody simple thing to wish for, no? Yet no miserable American bitch would ever do that with me! But going to the beach with Haruna was just as wonderful as I imagined it would be. I plan to do it again next year, too.

And last week, Haruna and I went to an onsen (hot spring) together for an overnight visit. The hot spring baths are one of the great joys of living in Japan. We settled-in to the ultra-hot water together, sipping cold drinks. (Nekkid, mind you.) A hot bath with a gorgeous woman is truly two steps short of heaven, regardless of what country you're in...

To make an agonizingly meandering story somewhat less meandering, I've decided I am going to date Haruna exclusively and see how the relationship goes from here on out. So far, Haruna has totally blown every past American chick out of the water. Intelligence. Grace. Sweetness. Generosity. Class. Respect for me. So far, she shows them all. Good Lord, I must be living in a dream- but fer crying out loud, do NOT pinch me! I am content to stay asleep!

I like her because of the numerous beautiful qualities she has- and on top of it, Haruna likes me for the imperfect 'loser' I am. (Pshaw thrice!)

Well Whoop-De-Doo. What About Your WebPage, Then?

I wanted to indicate a break with how I proceed...

What prompted this? Well, Haruna was using my computer recently (we were web-surfing together). She knows her way around a computer fairly well, and I suddenly began to worry... what would happen if she found-out that I'd posted some intimate details of our relationship online? What if she would come-across some of the stuff that I'd written about her? I know she'd be angry at the very least. She'd probably feel somewhat betrayed. Her trust in me would be undermined. And furthermore, I realized that perhaps it wouldn't be a good idea to continue posting the intimate details of our relationship.

She treats me with respect, and the least I can do is do the same for her. She has become important to me.

I suppose it is with some sadness that I will announce now that I cannot continue posting frequent updates to my web page. But if something really major happens, I'll post an update... but it will by no means be the roughly twice-monthly tempo that I'd been doing in the past.

Can I call it quits? Probably not, because I don't consider my experiment to be over. In fact, I don't know when I can ever say that my experiment will be conclusively over. In fact, can I ever get to a point where I can call the Grand Experiment a success? I just don't know. Life itself can be considered an experiment. Life is short. In fact, it is too short to not enjoy it. Now, I am enjoying life more than I have in years. That's been the point all along.

The results of my social experiment will always be different for different people; I can only represent myself. And I can't even feel safe drawing any concrete conclusions yet. If ever. But I need to revisit the questions I posted in the original proposal written in February, 2002 just to understand how far I have come. Here are the issues I originally stated:

"I'm out to determine whether or not guys can be nice and still get the girl at the end."

"Can nice guys finish first? Am I a slave to whatever women dictate in the dating arena? Can I date based on mutually-favorable terms, instead of on terms that are obviously tilted heavily in favor of the female? Can I avoid the spike-bottomed pits that American women have set for us guys to walk-into? Are Japanese women any different? Will women in Japan treat me any differently? Will they insist that I follow a set of female-written rules that are clearly self-serving double-standards? Will Japanese women not return decency for decency and kindness for kindness? Do Japanese women not proudly wear a badge marked 'bitch'? Will they not offer to help pay on dates? Will they be attracted to someone who tries to be... nice?"

I don't know if I can answer any of these questions conclusively, but I'll say one thing: I ADORE the women here, and I love the dating scene here. The increase in terms of both quantity and quality of romantic possibilities that I have been confronted with over the past few months has been so dramatic, it boggles the mind. Surely, that is indicative of something going right.

So Darling, Let Me Know... Will I Stay or Will I Go?

And about now, it is time for me to think about whether I will renew my work contract for next year. I've been putting a lot of thought into it, and I've decided that I am going to stay here another year. At least. That's right. I'm not planning on coming back to the U.S. at any time in the medium-term future. I think I'll be here for the long-haul. I've met a couple of foreigners in Japan who originally planned to come here for a year- but ended-up staying for ten. Ten years from now, I could very well be like them.

There are a lot of positive things about living in Japan. My job is going fairly well. I absolutely adore living among the women here. Violent crime is rare. The food is excellent. The streets are clean and the public transport is convenient. The currency is stable (knock on wood). Sure, it's an often-quirky society (like America), prices are high and the economy isn't growing much, but you can't have everything. And (this one really takes the cake) Japan even has something called a 'national health care system'. (Pshaw once more!) So... I think I'll be staying here for a long, long time indeed. Yuppers, things are generally going fine and dandy for me. I see no reason to disrupt this fortuitous and oddly satisfying life I am now living. Darn tootin'.

And furthermore, I have embarked on a promising relationship with Haruna. (A mutually-beneficial relationship? The legends be true!) And I've done it by being nice (her words, not mine). Wiser from my past experiences with women, I have been very critically examining Haruna to see the flaws that pervade American chicks. And I think that so far, she measures-up quite a bit better... but I will continue to stay vigilant with a strict zero-tolerance policy towards female bullshit.

So far, our dating arrangements seem very fair- it isn't a situation where I have to plan all the dates and buy her all the presents and pay for everything. She actually holds-up her half when it comes to splitting the bill and planning dates. Hell, she has even given me more presents than I've given her. She deserves to be called wonderfully low-maintenance. She doesn't get offended if I want a bit of time on my own once in a while, and she actually knows how to disagree with me without going ballistic. And most important of all-- unlike every single solitary goddamn American chick that I have ever met in my life, Haruna knows there is a big difference between making a legitimate criticism and launching into pissy barrages of nonstop moaning complaints over inconsequential trivialities! (Oh, and one more thing-- she doesn't spaz-out into trembling conniption-fits if the toilet-seat isn't down. Somebody clone this woman NOW!)

But, dating Haruna also might not be such a securely done deal as I'm making it out to be. In future, it might turn-out that Haruna actually isn't the one. Who knows? Maybe six months down the road, she might get tired of me? Or maybe I'll get tired of her? No one can know. All I know is, I like her and she likes me. And I haven't had to behave differently or wear different clothes or change anything about myself- I've attracted her by being myself, dammit. She likes being with me, and I did it by being me. Now, the trick is to see how the relationship pans-out. Will we both continue to find happiness together? Only time can tell. That really is the whole point of any relationship, isn't it? Enriching each others' lives, helping each other reach our goals. Not by trying to conquer, subdue and screw-over the other by playing personal power games...

Naturally, I can't say with certainty that Haruna and I will live happily ever after... in a college literature course several years back, my classmates and I once had a great discussion about 'happily ever after' endings and whether or not they are realistically feasible. What we concluded was that there is no such thing as a real-life 'happily ever after.' Everyone has bad days every now and then as they are part of the human condition. The best you can hope for is make every day count and manage the rocky times as best as possible. If life was easy, then it wouldn't last a lifetime... but yet, a lifetime is still too short to not enjoy every moment. So, that's what I aim to do. Enjoy every facet of life to its fullest- having an adoring, smart, sexy, fun woman on your arm sure helps.

And if Haruna turns-out to not be the woman for me, I am not terribly worried. For I could start meeting prospective others in under a week.

And I will tell you another thing-- my time in Japan has made another important difference in my life: it has caused me to rediscover my ability to feel affection towards women. Only this time, I believe I am among the right women to show affection towards. For the most part, I believe I am among women who are worthy of my affection. In the first six months here, I have discovered women who do return kindness and respect when it is given. Women who do not feel that they have the right to abuse me just because they've had a pissy day. Women who greet me smiling instead of glowering. Women who do not act as if I am intrinsically worthless because I am male or who feel that I'm merely a source of free entertainment who should compete for the privilege of basking in her grandeur. I'm actually pretty happy with the women around me nowadays. So far, my dating experiences in Japan have been overwhelmingly good. No, not every woman has fallen head-over-heels for me... but I have to say that the dating etiquette here seems very fair. The woman pays half the bill. She'll actually treat me as if I matter half a damn. These girls want to be around me-- why else would they keep contacting me? And they act like actual Ladies as opposed to a pack of ignoramus, dissolute, chainsaw-voiced jackals.

The American chick's infamously militant and gleeful antirational 'female-first' animus just doesn't seem to infect the average Japanese woman's mind, as far as I can see. This is something that would make them a light-year more attractive to nearly any rational male. I have read one social commentator mention that in Japan, the women's movement embraced the incredibly reasonable idea that one should improve oneself before one can change society. Furthermore the shrill, American-style 'women-good/men-bad' feminism just hasn't gotten a foothold. I can see actual wisdom as opposed to irrational bigotry and man-bashing.

Many of the women here are very special and very wonderful. As a result, I think they deserve to be treated and cherished in a special and wonderful way. I aim to treat Haruna with the same sort of affection and kindness that she would give me. Make her feel special. Show her that I care.

My relationship experiences over the past nine or so years have been like a recurring two-act play with different actresses for each iteration. I find American women who poison my life, but come-across non-American women who renew it in a special way. Surely that can not be by random chance? I don't think it is... if it is a pattern, then I also have the ability to break it.

As for me being a loser who will never be attractive to women, well... I always knew that wasn't true. According to the women I've met here, I'm actually fairly attractive. I'm actually fun to be with. I'm actually sexy. I'm actually an awesome guy who is great boyfriend material. And you know what? This isn't a big discovery for me, because I always knew that I was totally all of those things!!! I have been an attractive, fun, awesome, sexy guy for years!! I always knew that I was!!! It was the prejudiced, royally fucked-up American sows who kept their arms folded and blithely insisted that I wasn't.

Jeez they were ridiculous creatures, weren't they? And deep down, I think I always knew they were, too...

Do You Ever Get The Odd Impression That American Chicks Just Aren't Worth It Nowadays? That Might Be True, Friend. It Just Might...

(Forgive the intellectual wanking that I've written from here-on forward...)

Maybe I'll come back to the U.S. someday. But to paraphrase Jim Goad, I started to become cynical when oinking, belching slabs of American female swineflesh insisted that I was the pig.

Yes, American women have had (and might yet still have) a few golden decades to frolic within. For quite a while now, they've gotten it both ways: holding-onto their female-only privileges while demanding equality of outcome for more 'male' things. And, in the meantime, males can be shoved-away, abused, jailed, mistreated, belittled, humiliated, alienated, disempowered, discriminated-against and generally shat-upon the whole time. Oh what good fun!

But sorry darlings, that mode of behavior can't last much longer.

Perhaps the day will come when I will move back to the land of my birth. But I don't see any compelling reason to do so any time soon. Of course, you hope the American male populace cannot and will not be taken-advantage of for very long. That the tide cannot help but begin to change, and maybe American males will finally act upon the realization that they need to insist upon a better way of living. A way different from the one which is currently being pushed-forward by their ignorant, small-minded, bigoted and degenerative womenfolk.

Yes, American women are a troupe of slatternly, soulless hyenas who, if given the chance, would happily gnaw-out your eyeballs. They do little but absorb your attention, demand that you spend money on them, and hiss at you for your maleness. They volunteer absolutely nothing except for an armada of lies. Their desires are of ultimate importance at all times; the effects on you are not an issue. They have quality advertising, yet they still remain inferior goods. Do I ever miss their bone-deep nastiness, their putrefied dispositions and their short fuses? Not a speck! I, for one, declare that I have had enough of their slop, dammit. But as someone who is actually quite fond of America, I find the chicks over there to be downright embarassing. But I don't think it is true that they will always necessarily have to be that way forever...

Maybe one day, American women will forsake Oprah and read more actual books... as opposed to their current crop of coming-of-age family melodramas featuring the obligatory abusive, alcoholic father?

Maybe they might divest themselves of the notion that if a man treats her with respect, then he is a doe-eyed pansy of a wallflower who only deserves to be kicked in the nads?

Maybe American women might stop thinking of men as nothing more than walking ATM machines and human punching-bags?

Per chance they could reject the notion that they should find pleasure in being a seething pit-bull death squad of desultory jackbooted bigots?

Perhaps one day they will dump the idea that if you are not incredibly indignantly angry about something, then you are not a true woman?

And how long will it be before they deplete their supply of trivial things to complain about? Or run-out of hollow ploys with which to play victim?

How much more bullshit they can spew before more people start tuning them-out completely? Let me give you an example: when I entered college I was exposed to all the in-your-face hype about how many trillions of women get raped per year, and how us horrible rapist men need to control ourselves. Rape, rape, rape, rape, rape, rape, blah, blah, blah, blah... they really over-did it. The endless victimhood proclamations only served to cheapen the message and eventually DE-sensitized me to rape almost entirely. When any commercial gets over-played, the normal reaction is to groan inwardly and roll your eyes when you see it the millionth time. The message got repeated to the point where it wore-thin and lost all meaning. The word 'rape' evokes almost no emotion in me- I just don't care how many American chicks get raped and I wonder if a big number of them just lie about it because they want something to complain about. Yeah, I know that's a bad thing for me to admit- but it's also what happens when someone cries 'wolf' too many times. (And consider this: American men are accused of rape at a rate over 230 times greater than Japanese men(!) The key word here is 'accused', not all men accused of rape are guilty. American chicks are massive, massive liars and are apex abusers of the rules that protect them- it is simply astonishing!)

But I digress- things do change in society sometimes. (Twenty years ago, who'd have thought that the word 'feminist' would one day be increasingly synonymous with 'jackass'?) But naturally, I cannot expect American women to do all the changing. A task as important as self-improvement cannot be expected from beings who are so incredibly self-absorbed, crude and obtuse as they. Nay, American men need to do their part by knuckling-down on these chicks quite a bit more...

I mean, the idea that a female's bullshit is harmless is not confirmed by a lack of male opposition. Yet women assume that because there is a lack of opposition, then their bullshit must be perfectly okay. But it makes exactly as much sense to say that since slavery lasted so long in America without massive-scale slave-revolts, then slavery could not have been so bad for blacks!

Because a system of power cannot legitimize itself, the abuses of power wrought by a woman's bullshit can never be considered legitimate simply because the woman exists. But since a woman thinks that no opposition makes it okay for her to be a bullshitter, then you have to start putting your foot down. In the words of Matthew Fitzgerald, you have to "stop paying for pussy. Now." It's the only way. Troops, stop putting-up with female bullshit. The instant her self-absorption starts to rub you the wrong way, then that is where you draw the damn line!

Yes, a female's ability to ruin your life through her bullshit has a lack of legitimacy to it, but it's often hard to articulate the nature of its illegitimacy. How can you expect to press charges against a group that insists on its utter blamelessness? Indeed, the practice of questioning the legitimacy of a woman's power is tantamount to questioning the legitimacy behind your own mother and the power she wielded over you.

Or to borrow an idea from David Hume, the only way women can gain control over your thinking is through your Opinion. Once your Opinion of them falls, then they fall. If dominant social norms favor the well-being of women at the expense of men, then women do not need to have an army of soldiers beating men into fealty. Indeed, we will decide to do that on our own (just to show women how 'manly' we can be, men can and will beat other men to pulp). Only through Opinion have so many men been fooled into thinking that female-defined 'equality' is the same thing as dictionary-defined 'equality'.

And another major reason why so many males have acquiesced to female bullshit is the following: if acquiescence to a woman's demands seems to contain ultimate happiness and you do not know where to look for an alternate source of ultimate happiness, then there is little else to do but sit back and try to make the most of it... or grin and bear it, whichever. As for being the source of ultimate happiness, women love to make us believe that they are this important to us. Since no voices other than those favoring women are ever given serious consideration by society, how could anyone know that there are alternate viewpoints or alternate sources of happiness? The smart way to keep males obedient through Opinion is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable possibilities open to their lives. So that is why we need to start considering newer and better possibilities for how we should live with women.

So troops- in the meantime, we all gotta start knuckling-down on these chicks- NOW! Give 'em hell! Refuse to bow before their insanity. Go ahead, point-out their idiocy and rub their smug little faces in it. Don't be polite about it, dammit- they don't listen to polite requests for niceness. Stop respecting them, too... the only thing they will respect is disrespect. No matter how fair you try to be, she'll never do the same. Do not beg for greater understanding from them- because you won't get any! In any argument, they'll automatically accuse you of sexism strictly to gain the upper-hand. And don't bother with using logical, reasoned statements, either- women believe that logical reasoning is just a parlor trick that was invented to help men win arguments. So you have to be damned nasty and crude to them, or else they won't take notice. Maybe crack a few female egos here and there. Whoops, sorry- was that your angry, puffed-up head? Let's let some air outta there, bitch. That's the ticket.

So maybe more American men will decide to not settle for chicks who angrily pound their tiny fists and demand "me, me, me, mine, mine, mine, now, now, now" on infinite loop?

Perhaps American men will discard the idea that being feminine excuses a woman for being a disrespectful little prostitute who pretends that she isn't fucking you for the money you spend on her?

Maybe American men will one day tire of a disastrously lopsided divorce system which chews-up ex-husbands like raw jerky? And perhaps even more men will be boycotting marriage until this gets fixed?

Maybe one day, American men will get tired of the fact that their blood and treasure is continually being spilled in the name of appeasing the Goddess Femininity? Maybe they will grow tired of being given small sexual rewards in return for being exploited?

And maybe, just maybe... one day, males will recognize themselves for what they really are: sharers of leftovers in a society which happily shoves them aside to give a woman first dibs on any advantage which is doled-out?

And maybe they will finally say 'enough is enough'?

Take me, for instance- there was once a time in the past when I used to adore American chicks. (I was even dumb enough to believe their characters had some form of inherently good sensibility!) But today, I've seen there is so much more to gain by totally ridding my life of them! I'll probably have a longer life and more successful marriage now that I've exempted them from consideration. There was a time when I would've loved to have had an American chick as a girlfriend-- but today I'd love to see their heavyset faces all horribly and mercilessly pulverized beneath the screeching treads of a T-55 tank... after torture, of course. They've unnecessarily turned me into their sworn enemy. Such a dramatic change in attitude isn't easy to provoke in anybody, I don't think.

I dunno- the whole American female 'I can do whatever I want' attitude has gotten out of hand. It's starting to become a situation where an American chick can say 'If I crush you with my SUV, its your own damn fault. If you don't like how I drive, then stay-off the fugging sidewalk.' Meanwhile, society stands-by watching her careen-around the road. Their heads shake and tongues cluck; they wring their hands furtively moaning: 'Oh, dear- she must be so oppressed!'

Yes, something has clearly knocked the brains outta their American female heads. Their man-hating is not merely spontaneous eruptions of long-buried female sentiment, but has been systematically provoked and encouraged. Provoked by a cultural system which assures American females that they are one step below angels. Encouraged by a legal system which grants them super-rights commensurate with the almost-divine status that they insist they deserve. And David Hume's idea of control through Opinion is further influenced by the fact that western society uses language and law to legitimize unfairness towards males in a way which makes us feel we shouldn't deserve any better. Socially and legally-sanctioned bias is what western males face. It's a tough situation we're in, troops. But we do deserve better, dammit.

But take heart: something has to give; modern western women are just too ridiculous to survive in their present state. Any act of critical effort to see through their mask of bullshit enrages them like you wouldn't believe. Whenever you point-out their contradictions, they snap-into fang-bearing attack mode and demand that you go to hell for saying so. And the instant you score a point against them, they yell 'foul'. That sort of situation seems ultimately doomed to fizzle-out. Maybe it can't last much longer? Maybe the day will come very soon when the scales will tip in the other direction? That all the manipulation and falsely hyped misandry will no longer outweigh the mounting piles of proof that all is not what it seems? Perhaps the real Backlash has yet to reveal itself...

Any group which hyperventilates at the thought of accountability is sure askin' for it...

The way I see it, if more guys end-up like me, then American chicks will actually lose something quite significant... not that they'll ever realize it before it's too late. They will lose quite a lot: lose our support, our respect, our trust, our patience, our attraction, our acceptance... and our tolerance. If cases like mine get multiplied two or three million times, then who are the real losers in that situation? Certainly not those of us who end-up building loving relationships with deserving foreign women.

Like it or not, globalization is here to stay. Wandering tribes and cultural syncretism is nothing new. The world grows smaller, more mixed and more interconnected each day. Borders keep becoming more porous. People, goods and ideas whiz-around the planet ever-faster and ever-cheaper. As if in proof of this, mixed-race children are among the fastest-growing demographics in the world. Yes, some form of massive, competitive, systematic culling is certainly in the works...

Yup, maybe many of these American chicks are a tad slow to wake-up to the fact that they are increasingly competing in a global marketplace of human relationships? And I'm sorry to say that this is a competition that they are going to find themselves ever more hard-pressed to win... they are slowly starting to become the 1973 Buick gas-guzzling clunkers that nobody will buy.

The 1974 Buicks still looked like the 1973 Buicks... and Detroit tried its damndest to persuade people to 'buy American', not that it helped much. Car-buyers began to notice: hey, those imports sure have good gas-mileage, don't they? And they're low-maintenance, too...

Maybe some American chicks already realize that they carry the seeds of their own downfall? Perhaps on some level, they are aware of the threat posed by uncorrupted foreign women? Naturally, there will always be a little thread of indignation running-through their minds when confronted with quality that they can't possibly compete with. (What, you dare forsake us?!) If a man talks to a crowd about how much better the women are in the rest of the world, you can always bet that a pack of offended broads will always hop-up from the cheap-seat section to yell 'booo!'

Little do American chicks seem to realize that they cannot leverage their sexuality and their gender indefinitely- one day, they will turn-into dried-up old hags and discover that their stock has plummeted. Oh sure, they might sulk over how they squandered their influence over men- but they will still insist that it wasn't their fault. And many of them aren't far-sighted enough to realize although their beloved man-bashing might make them feel good in the short-run, it's building-up a helluva lot of bad karma in the meantime. What goes-around comes-around.

American chicks ain't the only game on the planet, troops. Never forget that.

Oh, but women don't need to bother with actual facts when they want to be right.

Although a few women back home do seem to realize that a Backlash is steadily building, they are still loathe to dump their own sexism and the fond perks it delivers them. Of course, male resentment can't help but build. That sort of resentment does tend to exist whenever somebody squishes her foot-down on somebody else's neck for a long period of time...

When reflecting on the current social situation for women in America, I am reminded of an Indian monkey trap I have seen. It is a jar with an opening big enough for a monkey to slip-in its hand and grab-at the rice inside. With a fistful of rice, however, its hand can no longer be pulled-out of the narrow opening. The monkey's hand gets stuck in the trap because it will refuse to let-go of the rice. Such is the case with American women-- until they let-go of their satisfying bigotry and the illegitimate rewards of the legally-ratified double-standards they insist-upon, they are trapped in a cycle of needlessly turning ever-more men into enemies.

I shouldn't be surprised about the level of corruption among American chicks- having absolute power tends to do that. Or perhaps I could be wrong about power corrupting? The historian Robert A. Caro once wrote that power doesn't corrupt- it merely reveals what had been festering there all along. But any way you slice it, the lack of legitimacy and predictability which accompanies the creeping of female power has shortcomings to it insofar that it does not always confer good emotions to men who actually feel it. In the modern age, more and more men are experiencing just that- feeling an inherent lack of legitimacy and predictability in the invisible, unaccountable (and sometimes highly damaging) power that women wield over us. It is quite infuriating, to say the least- mainly because so many women like to insist that this power does not even exist.

So males will continue to be infuriated by it. It's not just going to magically go away, and women won't voluntarily rid themselves of it.

Women could not enjoy such a cushy life without the obedience and loyalty of those males who would keep their little existences afloat. In coming years, we may be in a race for the mobilization of male discontent.

But the monkey-trap analogy yet makes me wonder: maybe American women really can't wake-up to what's wrong with them? Maybe they actually can't be bothered with seeing the harm of the rampant gender-favoritism and hypocrisy that they insist on perpetuating? Maybe they will unwittingly continue along the path to self-destruction? Maybe they will insist on wandering-down the road of becoming a yet more loathsome, cocky, combative, shallow and despicable coven of nauseating rat-bags? Will they ever realize they might be wrong about anything? Nay, they'll always cook-up some ad hoc rationalization to make their past bigotry and idiocy look somehow correct in the present. No matter how many privileges she gains, a woman will only complain about the areas of life in which she suffers a deficit and use this as 'proof' to herself and the world that she is somehow at a grand disadvantage.

So the shit-storm looks like it'll get quite a bit worse before it gets any better. Maybe staying out of the shit is still the best choice for me...

Since I'm generous, I'll leave American chicks their own continent where they can be free to hoot, cheer and jump-around with pompoms every time they see a man getting punched in the groin. I'll give American chicks enough lebensraum to putter-around on the bile of their prejudices. Enough area to screech whatever sneering, misandristic drabble that rolls-off their forked little tongues. I'll give them enough room to cackle-around on their broomsticks if they'll stop stinking-up the air I breathe. If they stay the hell-out of my path, I'll grudgingly recognize their right to exist-- if only to watch them continue to make fools of themselves. Oh how I loved it when the fuming little darlings would write me by frantically pounding-out an email with a hammer... informing me in the most irate, venomous, mouth-foaming tones that I am the one with the attitude problem. (Tee-hee!)

Regardless, I adore the women here on Planet Japan. That's right, I adore them. And I will continue adoring them for a long time to come. I know I can build a great future with one of them, even if it isn't Haruna. I will be the world's best boyfriend, dammit. And one day I might even become the world's best husband, too. Just you wait.

Maybe one day, I'll come back to America. And maybe one day, American chicks will not suck quite so much.

Yes, that'll be the day, won't it?

To all my readers: thank you for (mostly) respecting what I have to say. I sincerely wish that all of you folks find happiness with women who deserve your affection and who treat you as well as you would treat them.

But in the meantime, troops-- when dealing with most North American chicks it's You against Them, baby. Because that's how they seem to want it. But immunize yourself to their bullshit and you'll rank among the freest men on the planet.

Best of luck to you all.

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"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free." -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

"As women march through the workplace shouting their battle cry, “viva la estrogen!” the guys are shoved in the back corner where they can brood over their misfortune until they are ready to come out and behave. But they may just come-out swinging... The new revolution is coming, comrades. Sooner or later, men are going to revolt and it won’t be a pretty picture. Although I think the best way for men to revolt is to just ignore women all together." -- Heather Roscoe.