There was a silly little bitched out 16 year old idiotic teenage girl working at a coffee shop I used to hang out at.
One time I was out with my buddies talking in front where we used to hang out all the time. She came around and then started bitching at me right in front of all the guys. I just laid into her and called her really nasty names – “stupid teenage bitch”, “dumb cunt,” “retarded little teenage twat” on and on, just totally vicious.
What was interesting was that the men around me, who were mostly 40-45 years old, got these big grins on their faces while I was doing it. They were rallying around the man, rooting for the men.
Also I got the feeling that they all had decades of suppressed rage towards women, and they were happy to see some guy really laying into a woman. It was like an outlet for their buried anger, and I think most men past 30 have at least one decade of buried anger and rage towards women if they have not been being aggressive with women.
You see, for the first 25 years of my adult life, I just sat there and took it from women. I had a blast with a lot of females, but I also had a lot of nightmarish bitch-outs. They said the worst stuff to me. I never fought back because my mother taught us to never fight a woman. I would always just feel hurt and guilty like I had done something to bring this on.
Around age 50, I finally said screw this, and I started seriously ripping into women who were completely out of line and declaring war on me. It especially made me mad if they were strangers. My Mom? Ok. My girlfriends? Ok. They get to bitch me out to some extent but there are red lines even with them, especially girlfriends.
But female strangers who don’t even know me don’t get to lay into me like that. There is a sense of real outrage when they do that to me. Frankly the first thought that comes to my mind is murdering them. Of course I’ve never killed a woman or even seriously tried. I’ve never even seriously hurt one. I assume the future will be the same.
But in my mind, yeah. I feel like killing them. I’m entitled to any thoughts or feelings I wish to have, no matter how antisocial, as long as I don’t act them. The SJW’s haven’t made thought crime illegal yet, although I’m sure they’re working on it.
There’s a sense that women who do this are outrageously violating some unwritten rule. Like I could handle it from a strange man a lot better. We could just fight man to man, mano a mano. Fair and square. But you can’t fight back against a woman, so female verbal muggings are particularly outrageous. It’s like they’re way, way, way out of line somehow.
I can’t tell how good it feels to really lay into some female psychological mugger. I let loose on them with everything I’ve got, and I call them every name in the book. And I feel so much better every time! It feels so awesome!
I figured out that I had decades of buried rage towards women for all of their unjustified bitch-outs that I just sat there and absorbed for decades like a big pussy. Those feelings didn’t disappear. They just sat in there and simmered unseen.
When I let loose on those women, I could feel decades worth of suppressed rage unraveling before my eyes. It felt like I had thrown a 75 pound pack off my pack! I don’t know if you all want to do this, but I sure feel better since I started fighting back against abusive females.