Male Dominance: The Art of Dominating Women

That's an old phrase up there, the battle of the sexes. Most people think of it as a joke. They're wrong. The sexes have been in a state of war for centuries, and in the last one, the men started losing.
Since recorded history began, men have been warring against the elements, the environment and each other to make the world a better place ... for women. Think about it. Men don't need electric blankets. Men don't need arm protectors for their couches. Hell, men don't even need toilet seats. Why? Because we're men, damnit.
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 sup- porting their families, of dealing with shit jobs and even big- ger 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 sham- pooers, 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......