On Sexual Equality and Rebirth: A ramble

With the rise of a  generation of quote, unquote equality, the mark of a man has moved from the scar on his brow to the lipstick marks which so whoringly, are left much further south. The nouveau riche of the male sector, is the sensitive, bravo, and exceedingly perfect Ken-esque persona, and the hunter-gatherer is left lost and alone in the arms of a world full of chicanery and debauchery. God, thoughtfully designed the man to pursue, but in this world, where women have been given too much power, pursuit is misconstrued as some type of horny sexual perversion, while mystery and solitude are attacked by women everywhere, and as they throw themselves at men we want to catch them, maybe we ought to step back and after taking a good hard look let one fall down on their face. My manhood will not be diminished to this type of pro-female equality. God designed woman for being wives and mothers, to care and run the household, if a woman must make some extra money to HELP support the family, that is a separate matter, but it is invariably and irrevocably the duty of the husband to provide for the family. This is by no means a “Go make me a sandwich” type of approach on woman, but it seems that in this liberation of women, men are being feminized and this reverse of gender roles is playing out in the millions of divorces, affairs, and homosexual and lesbian relations that are now occurring. This new freedom has brought with it a desire of dominance for females across the nation and with the weak and easily duped souls of men as their medium, they have begun to paint a new America, and I shall be the first to say, that it is Sodomizing fast and I now sit in a position of turning back, risking the doom which surely awaits, this indebted and uncontrolled nation, or, like Lot, do I turn my back on this land mourning the loss of its people, and mourning their ignorance but, saving myself from this treacherous place, to start anew. To answer how I wish this might be done, and postulate as to the means by which greatness is reached I began with this statement: I walk through this life desirous to leave one flower who might remember my name, which as I rush through the minutiae of visceral bliss this mortal and snappy stay has to offer me I will have left this world cognizant of my existence, intelligent of my life, and blessed with the glorious smell of a passionate beauty, so that, as this world goes up in the flames of Armageddon I will not be ruined. Though the leaf withers and the flower will die, the joy it had brought shall not soon be forgotten. So as I close this off-kilter, rambling diatribe, I leave with this. You are not great enough to be given ultimate or eternal freedom nor are you strong enough to gain it for yourself, but by the mercies of the father, the little things you can do will leave an everlasting impact, and as you touch another’s life, yours is dually blessed, and your service is written in a far more important book than any that sit on a library shelf on earth. Labor short and plant a flower, lest you labor a lifetime for unconquerable freedom.