INTRODUCTION:
THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES
But women, women need every comfort imaginable. In the bathroom, all a guy needs is his razor, some soap, a towel and some toothpaste. Women need three drawers, two shelves and a closet full of crap—and that's just to take a dump. In the kitchen, all most guys need is a skillet, a sharp knife and some salt and pepper. Modern women can't cook unless they've got four hundred plug-in appliances, eighteen bins of utensils, two
spice racks, two ovens, an extra sink and then someone else to do the cooking. Over the centuries, men have taken all the struggle out of life—for women. Men still die early from the strain of supporting their families, of dealing with shit jobs and even bigger shit bosses, of fighting the government, their neighbors, their wives and every other thing around them day in and day out until the welcome black curtain of death comes to make it
all better.
Our ancestors built huts for their women. Their sons built towns, then castles, then sprawling metropolises everywhere around the globe. Men have dotted the planet with shopping malls and beauty salons for women. We invented everything we could to please them. We brought light into the homes, then we gave them vacuum cleaners, dish washers, steam irons, automatic washers and dryers, juice makers, rug shampooers,
drip coffee makers—everything we could think of to make their lives easier. And you know what? It was all one big fucking mistake. I'll tell you why. Women are like cats. They don't appreciate anything. The
more you give them, the more they want. And you know it's true. Despite what we've been told about women by the media, the endless articles celebrating the wonderfulness of anything without a penis, the never-ending braying of the mindless squaws of the "new feminism," women, just like men, haven't changed one iota since we came down out of the trees. Evolution takes hundreds of thousands of years.
People have been covering themselves with skins and trying to work out systems of language for only about ten thousand years. We may have convinced ourselves we're lightyears beyond our cave dwelling ancestors, but we're not. We're still just Ogg and Oggella, and the Oggella have been winning the game for some time now. The truth is we should have never stopped knocking them down and dragging them back to the cave of our choice. When we made them merely economically dependent, but allowed them to stop being grateful, well, that was the beginning of the end. After a while, when a Newton or an Edison would create some labor-saving device, women no longer asked for one to make their lives easier, they demanded them. Trying to be nice guys, our great-great grandfathers gave in. Big mistake. Women don't like to be catered to. Not deep down inside. A man who will cater to a woman is showing weakness. To the primitive inner mind of the female, if a guy isn't repaying a woman's idiotic demands with the back of his hand, he's a wimp. There's no helping this. Our instincts are in place and there's nothing we can do about it. Why do women go for "bad boys?" Why, when there is a guy willing to slobber all over himself, shining her shoes, cooking her meals, running the vacuum, et cetera, do they dump him for a jobless drub addict who beats them ... every, single time? Because they're all, deep down inside, searching for someone to dominate them. You don't believe it? Then you're an idiot. Plain and simple. It is the natural way of things for men to be in charge, for men to dominate all situations between a man and a woman. When a man isn't dominating a woman, telling her what to do, giving her boundaries and guidelines, she will get herself into worse and worse trouble, lashing out with ridiculous behavior until some right-thinking male takes her in hand and lays down the law.
But, at this point I'm going to stop trying to convince you of this fact. First off, you bought this book to learn how to dominate women. This means you must at least believe that it's possible for a man to dominate a woman. All you have to do now is believe that it's not only possible, but that it's right and proper for such to be the case. And, you must believe this or everything I have to tell you won't be worth a damn. To make the techniques work that I'm going to teach you, you have to believe in them. To believe in them, you have to believe in yourself. You must understand, from this point on, you are the man. The man is in charge. Say it with me now, say it out loud:
"I am the man. The man is in charge." Say it again. "I am the man. The man is in charge." Now, as loud as you can, scream the words at the top of your lungs! "I'm the MAN, goddamnit! And the MAN is ALWAYS in
charge!" Did you say the words out loud? Did you? If you didn't, you'd better get started. You've got to get it through your head that from here on in, you are the one in the driver's seat. You have got to believe in yourself, and in the hereditary power of the penis. Forget this bullshit you've heard about women being the givers of life. You're the Godhead, son. Women can't make life. All they can do without a man is play with themselves. We make life. Men. Women are just our incubators. We penetrate them, fill them with ourselves, plant our seed, and then watch football until they do their jobs and finally produce the children we create. Enough of this. Let's sum this all up and get moving. Women need to be dominated. They aren't happy if they're not being dominated. Try being understanding and reasonable and loving and they will torture you until you die or leave. All women really want from a relationship is a bit of a dance, and then to be told what to do. Period. So, what we're going to do in this book is first teach you how to do their little dance of seduction, and then how to put yourself in the driver's seat so that you're giving all the orders for the rest of your relationship—be that a lifetime or a weekend. Let's get started, shall we?
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