I am pleased to announce that my third book is released today. Three books in three years is not bad going.
This is the first book I have written where I need to do a lot of research for I am not an expert in this field. My other books were much easier to write for I explored Personal Responsibility and then Begging. This is also the first book I have self published for I have lost all faith in publishers.
If you enjoy my writings and opinions then you will love this new book as I dismantle feminism and expose its rotten core.
As a gift, here is the introduction to my book for you to read and enjoy.
It can be purchased here: https://shorturl.at/gpEMQ
INTRODUCTION
"I hate feminism. It is poison." - Margaret Thatcher
All my life, I knew right from wrong. I may not have chosen the correct path every time, but I definitely knew which one I should have been treading. Personal convenience, greed and narcissism can be very persuasive, especially when young.
I knew slavery was wrong – how can you treat fellow humans like cattle? I knew abortion was wrong – how can you murder unborn babies? I knew breaking the law was wrong – we cannot pick and choose which laws to follow for others will do the same and their choices may be harmful to us.
How did I know such things at an early age?
We all have our own in-built moral compass. It is set slightly differently for each person depending upon surroundings, religion and culture. A society's moral compass is a reflection of its values at that moment in time, but like the location of magnetic North, it changes over time. We are social creatures and our moral compass helps us maintain an equilibrium in our family relationships, long-term friendships and beneficial alliances. Otherwise, it would be us against the world and this is a fight we cannot win, we need our tribe for help, support and protection.
As a boy in the 1970s, every time I saw a feminist on TV what she said felt wrong, it felt nasty and vindictive. Her screaming would trigger me for males are designed to want to protect females in distress. But these screams were false alarms and part of an act, they were performative. Worryingly, men started to learn to ignore the sound of women in trouble – crying wolf has long-term negative consequences.
I felt the anti-men hatred spat out by feminists, it was palpable, it was scary. We are programmed to be sensitive to potential threats – I felt under attack for being male, even a junior male. It was a form of persecution. This was how I felt as a child watching feminists on the news or chat shows.
I would look around to see where the oppression of women was happening in my life, but I would fail to find it. I would see all my female relatives with good lives in relation to the level of poverty we were living in. Yet surprisingly, many of my male relatives had it much worse. Such as having no access to their kids (including my dad), one of my uncles was living on the streets, and some were in jail – one of my uncles killed himself in Strangeways prison. Many were working hard physical jobs digging up roads and building motorways. Where was this thing called male privilege in the lives of the men I knew? It obviously did not exist in the poorer sections of society. I know for a fact that I have not tasted any of this elixir in my life.
The complaints from feminists were always about gaining something that the men I knew also did not have and had no chance of getting. It is the same today. Feminists complain they cannot break through an invisible glass ceiling or be appointed as the CEO of an international company. So instead, they are forced to accept only half a million pounds a year with no access to the private company jet. The hardship!
It seemed to me as a boy that feminists only cared about other feminists doing well, not the women I knew. The equality of the sexes mantra was just a distraction.
Feminism is basically a type of Trade Union for the middle-class, educated, spoilt women who want more in life than their abilities can provide. It was the first type of victimhood mentality I would come across, but they were not victims, not even close. I grew up on a tough council estate, I knew many real victims, and I was one over and over again.
The first time I remember being treated differently because of my sex by a non-family member was on a week-long trip to Wales with my primary school. We stayed in a hostel near Beddgelert, this village is famous for a very moving story of the loyalty of a dog and its death at the hands of its master. The hostel was huge, very spartan with single-sex dormitories. The girls used the hostel's bathroom to wash every morning and evening, the boys had to use the cold stream outside at the side of the building. On the first day, I dropped my soap and the fast-flowing water carried it away forever. It would have been impossible for one of the girls to have had the same cleansing mishap. I came home a little smelly.
Unfair treatment? All the boys were made to use inferior bathroom facilities just because they were boys. This is a clear-cut case of discrimination. We were not asked or given a choice. We were instructed on day one to use the stream, with no discussion. Did we care? Of course, we did not. It was fun, exciting and a little bit like camping in the great outdoors. But such a thing could never be done today or could it?
Like all discrimination, it can be beneficial in the right situation to the right person. At the same primary school, I did not want to get my hair wet during our weekly swimming lessons, so I borrowed my sister's swimming cap. The teacher saw the cap and informed the class that I was awarded extra house points for not worrying about being perceived as girly for wearing it. In hindsight, the teacher was explaining that gender stereotypes were wrong and needed breaking down – this was in the mid-1970s!
We know intrinsically that boys and girls are different. Let us ignore the fools who say they are exactly the same until society brainwashes them into culturally acceptable gender roles. As a child, I knew we were different. I saw the differences, I felt them, and I understood them. I could not have explained how I knew it to be true, just like I could not explain why I needed to breathe – I just knew I did.
While writing this book, I had many moments when I was surprised at what I had read and discovered. I do not mean discovered in the sense that I have now given the world some information it did not know before. But more in the sense that I am an ignorant fool and found out something that many others already knew. One of these instances was when someone suggested a particular book to read. It was a free book, one that was so old it was no longer protected under copyright law so was free to download. It was by Ernest Belfort Bax, born in 1854, an English barrister, journalist, philosopher, men's rights advocate, socialist, and historian. The book is called The Fraud of Feminism and was published in 1913: one hundred and ten years ago.
His premise is that feminism is just sex favouritism. He states: "Modern Feminism has two distinct sides to it: (1) an articulate political and economic side embracing demands for so-called rights; and (2) a sentimental side which insists in an accentuation of the privileges and immunities. "Basically, feminism wants equal rights in law, while keeping and improving upon their special rights as women - this is exactly how it is today.
He discusses some of the very same issues we have today, such as in the criminal justice system where women are not held accountable or if they are, they are given lesser sentences than men for the same crime. He gives examples of female murders and acid attacks where women virtually walk away scot-free simply because they are women. This problem exists today.
We have many examples of wives murdering their husbands, claiming domestic abuse and walking away as innocent victims. It seems then, as well as now, men cannot be seen as victims. He states: "It is rapidly becoming next to impossible, even in the most flagrant cases, where man is the victim, to get any woman to acknowledge that another woman has committed a wrong."
He calls out some of the lies of feminism, such as that women are treated as chattel, and that wives are nothing more than unpaid servants. These same lies are still used today to further the feminist cause by warping the view of women.
He understood how the feminist movement had been so successful: "A Woman's Movement unassisted by man, still more if opposed energetically by the public opinion of a solid phalanx of the manhood of any country, could not possibly make any headway." He goes on: "The bulk of men are indifferent one way or the other. They do not take the Feminist Movement seriously." This is still the problem we are trying to overcome today. Some men support feminism, but these are usually weak pathetic men, except the ones who are using their open support of feminism to potentially gain access to sex.
He ends his book by highlighting that feminism is a "gigantic fraud". This book blew me away. Not because of what I read and what he said, but because it was written 110 years ago. I had no idea these issues existed pre-1960s. I thought the feminist lunacy began in the 1960s during the post-war boom, access to free love, experimentation with drugs, and political activism at universities. I was wrong - the rot started long before.
Feminism has become a religion, some would say a cult. And like all belief systems, it is based on faith to overcome the inconvenient truth of the movement. If truth is pursued the house of cards falls, so best to surround it with a cloak of protection – a shroud of lies, myths and untruths.
It was June 2020 when this book started to formulate. I was reading The Boy Crisis by Warren Farrell while sitting in my garden in the lovely sunshine. I had plenty of free time as we were still in lockdown due to Covid, and I had just been fired from the charity I had founded for being a racist and a Nazi. I had picked the wrong time to criticise BLM and their lunacy. All three founders of this racist organisation call themselves feminists, as well as Marxists, Queers and practising witches. Read my first book for more on this turbulent period in my life: Lessons In Courage.
The Boy Crisis highlighted the failure of boys across many countries and what parents, teachers, and policymakers can do to help them become happier, healthier, and ultimately, the fathers and leaders worthy of our respect. It is a great book. I instinctively knew to be true almost everything the book highlighted, I just did not know I knew it until I read it. I had never given the unfairness of the lives lived by men and boys any real consideration for this is not what men do. We do not moan about our lot in life, we get on with life and try to make the world better for everyone around us. I have never read a book before that opened my eyes so much to the reality of my situation.
Farrell is an American political scientist, activist, and author on men's and women's issues. He started his career as a supporter of second-wave feminism and was part of the New York City Board of the National Organisation for Women. When he began to see the anti-men stance he spoke out and was duly cancelled – albeit slowly. His career looked over until Oprah Winfrey read one of his books and it became a best seller.
The Boy Crisis confirmed to me that I already knew that feminism was wrong and had nothing to do with the equality of the sexes. It was a power grab. It was simply a grift to benefit the grifters. I realised that if we are to improve the lives of boys, which I have spent two decades attempting to do, then we must tackle the biggest threat to their happiness – feminism. That book planted the seed of this book, it germinated two years later when I started to write.
I did not want this book to be a huge moaning exercise or to be a men's rights advocacy paper. But to be a factual representation of the feminist movement, the damage it continues to do to women, and the undermining of society which is leading to mass unhappiness.
Men need women, and women need men. It is that simple. Life is not a competition between the sexes, but a partnership that only works when both sexes take onboard their responsibility and are committed to a successful outcome for their family. It is the family that must take precedence, not the individual – this goes against feminist doctrine and is at the heart of the matter.
Who does feminism benefit? This is a hard question to answer, especially once you have read this book.
The simple feminist answer is all women – but women report lower levels of happiness every decade since the 1960s. Let me spell this out to you – the more feminism we have, the more of a reduction in women's happiness is delivered. Someone needs to join the dots.
Feminism benefits no one. Not even the female power grifters who convince themselves that it does. Feminism was an experiment, the results are in. It was and is a failure. End it now.
"From my point of view, the Jedi are evil." - Darth Vader