I am sick and tired of the MRM’s pussy-ish ways. The feminists hit us with everything they can, while we hit them with chicken feathers and dust bunnies. This has to change or we will get nowhere – nice guys not only finish last, they also die first.
A few of us, myself included, often urge more drastic action such as doxxing, what the enemy and their plutocratic masters call “harassment,” and pretty much anything we can get away with within the increasingly small confines of the law – another reason to get dirty now, as within a few years even the mildest of tactics could see you in jail. The most common response, of course, is that we are quickly contradicted by “MRAs” who claim the way to win a fight is to go into the ring with both hands tied behind your back and a bullseye painted on your face. Fuck that. It’s time the MRM went into that ring with all guns blazing. It’s time not to take off the gloves, but rather to wrap them in razor wire. It’s time to start doxxing the enemy. It’s time to start contacting their employers, their families, their friends, to tell them the kind of scum that lurks amongst them. It’s time to rain down so much ridicule and scorn upon them that they retire to their shrinks’ offices crying and never again set foot on the internet. It’s time to do everything we can to take these scumbags out of the game.
All within the confines of the law, of course. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go down to the hardware store to score myself some razor wire.