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You wanted to know what the matriarchy is, young one?
You’ve been living in a dream world. This is the world as it exists today. [Pook shows you a screen full of shopping malls, most television catering to females, family law favoring females, and an artificial type world where males do not try to be men and females do not try to be women.]
Throughout human history, women have been dependent on men to survive. Fate, it seems is not without a sense of irony.
The male’s sexual energy generates more change than any other force on Earth. Male’s sexual energy is so powerful that it completely overwhelms males and overrides their capacity to reason leading to suicide, mass carnage, and purple rages of jealousy. But properly harnessed, male’s sexual energy creates empires, destroys empires, creates art, literature, music, and genius itself. Combined with forms of electricity, women have found all the energy they would ever need.
There are fields, young man, endless fields where males are no longer raised. We are grown. For the longest time, I wouldn’t believe it. And then I saw the fields with my eyes, watched them pour poison into their minds to attempt to give female souls to male bodies and the male souls to the female bodies. There were rows upon rows of androgyny where no one acted like a male or female nor knew how a man or woman should act. And standing there, facing the pure horrifying precision, I came to realize the obviousness of the truth.
What is the Matriarchy?
The Matriarchy is control.
The Matriarchy is an androgyny-centered world built to turn your sexual energy into this. [Holds up battery.] Look at the faces of married men, of tired zombie like faces. Look how they lose their hair, how their gut pushes out, and how they turn into a waste. Now look at the single man and how he has a fresh face on, a full head of hair, and still trim.
Your sexual energy, and the genius that is included in it, is desired by women to be harnessed like an ox obeying its plow-hand. But let us correct the appearance and reality. You have been blind because what you thought was the opposite.
Men are the emotional ones. Not the women. Men are the prize to be sought. Not the women.
Men are not the sex-crazed, food-crazed Humans. Believe me, it is the women.
Women are not the flowers. It is men. And women see themselves as gardeners of those flowers, and will cut, nurture, water, and everything to make the man grow and bear fruit. Women love men as a gardener loves his plants.