The Fairer Sex

Firm softness in graceful curve,
Reptilian reflex in every nerve.
Energy in motion from instincts true,
Emotions deep of every hue.

Pedestalized as human by clumsy man,
Producer of pedestals by his tinkering hand.
Ne’er once employed for striking, not once causing fear,
In a heart of the sex he doth revere.

Hell no, he’d never,
Not in his own name.
He’d be tainted for life,
He’d have to shoulder more blame.

“Commitment phobic!” good women charge,
Those superior creatures, butt like a barge.
The art of projection, psychological defense,
Long ago first arose for wily offense.

Women say men are afraid to commit,
But the greater venality is more easily hid.
For illusion trumps ugly where feelings ring true,
The emotions behind them, nice men never knew.

The high-civilized man, instincts sublimated,
His emotions are harnessed; his feelings, self-regulated.
His neural energy, in motion, gives depth to his feeling,
The woman, reflex, always requisitioning.

Women say men are pigs to be shamed,
That tired, old tactic, finally named.
Code Black revealed her reptilian locus,
The Female Imperative, the hypergamous focus.

Women say men are the ones who lie,
Saving their vaggies for that One truthful guy.
How can she acquire the best and the most,
If all men won’t come clean, if all men won’t come host?

Some guys are for fux, some guys are for bux,
Virginal white is worn for the yucks.
Vag bandied as toy, same vag sold on credit,
If you bought on her honor, you’d better forget it.

On Beta, on Mangina, on Manipulated Man,
Do you think woman cares one tinker’s damn?
The boyish presumption: Woman’s love unbound,
Mom’s reproductive lust wears entitlement crown.

Men and women are equal, but women the more,
Expedient mathematicians settle fictitious score.
‘Tis the fairer sex that has any hearts true,
Be damned Frankfurt School! Be damned bankster Jew!

The woman’s mystique, paper thin, pretty lies,
Masculinity believing readily dies.
By vaginal rationing is she perfect measure,
Of his lower masculinity, of how much to treasure.

High masculinity is beyond her ken,
The builders of nations have always been men.
Postmodern man bested from that girded by gown,
All human rule is enthroned from waist down.

To suffer women is to commit natural sin,
The most whole masculinity is the one that will win.
Resolution dark enlightened all great men did make,
What’s not blessed to give’s therefore blessed to take.

—‘Reality’ Doug, 25 December 2013


About ‘Reality’ Doug

I'm feed up with herd people, so civil and uncivilized, these feckless barbarians with manicures. Where is Galt's Gulch? and where are the people to go there? Who am I? Who is John Galt?
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4 Responses to The Fairer Sex

  1. Reblogged this on Apocalypse Cometh and commented:
    Reblogged from Reality Doug. Seems appropriate given the season.

  2. infowarrior1 says:

    Reblogged this on Breaking through illusions and commented:
    Outstanding poem. And talent.

    • Thanks, infowarrior1! I like how you reblogged it; however, please note you or anyone else is free to make a copy of the whole thing. I’m thinking archival longevity. Maybe a historian will look back through my eyes in the poem that are a reflection of all our red-pill eyes and see what happened. I wonder what sort of archive will survive from our Manosphere and the Internet generally.

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