Things Of Men And Women,

I was 19, in the jungle, separated from my side, the enemy in the jungle all around. I lay beside a fallen tree, in an ant hill. I couldn't move, scream, move or I would be found. Eventually I was alone, the other side had moved on. I found my way back to my side, swollen, in pain.

Whenever I feel trapped I remember that event. I can and will survive, I will not move, I will not complain. A man has to learn to be a man, even if you really aren't a man. That's the way it is. If you are not a man you die.

What I've witnessed these last few years of women who pretend to be men, of women who pretend to lead, of women who turn their back on men, if women who turn their back on their own kind. This makes me mad. These women are nit men, never will be men, will never walk amongst men. And men who give up, behave like women are not men. Not men.

Men fought and died. Men. A few unfortunate women were killed by men. Most because they dressed like men, pretended to be men, shot at men. For these women I'm sorry. They should have stayed with their own kind. A woman killed by men, is a ghastly site to behold. Women have no business in the affairs of men.

I've said my piece. You are born to be man, or you are born to be woman.