The other day I was at a friend's house, giving him some advice on some serious personal problems he was facing. He needed a friend and the moral support a friend can give. We were deep in conversation when we were rudely interrupted by a young girl in her late teens. She had just arrived with a relative of my friend, and was entering the house. As she passed us, she made some snide remark to us, then turned away and strutted off toward the door. Now mind you, I didn't know this chick from Adam, and had never even seen her before. But she still had the brass to mouth off at us. Then, as she walked away, she deliberately started working her ass the way girls do when they want you to look. Shit, she was a baby to me. But age meant nothing to this little tramp. She wanted all men, no matter what the age to ogle and want her. I was starting to get pissed. Then she did what I call the "tramp neck" She turned her head, showing us a cameo of her face as she looked back at us out of the corner of her eye to make sure we were looking. This enraged me...

Why that little slut! I though to myself. It was all I could do not to ream her a new one right there on the spot. She was a perfect example of what's wrong with our race right now. I flat don't see any hope for our future.. not if she's the best we have to offer our boys. I couldn't have cared less about her or her stupid ass. But that concept was unthinkable to this little snip. To her, she was obviously the most attractive and important thing in our lives right now, because she had graced us with her presence! God's beard! I had the overpowering urge to grab her up, bend her over my knee and bust her ass until she screamed bloody murder...

And these little idiots actually wonder why buck niggers attack and rape them. She was trouble on the hoof. Good looks or even beauty does not automatically put you at the top of the gene pool. There are other, far more important traits that mean the difference between a race's survival, or it becoming a species of sub-human. Things like honor, integrity, humility, chastity, compassion, love, maturity, selflessness, generosity, kindness, and respect for others are all vital traits. But they have no respect for men, or their elders, and no self control. Especially of their mouths and emotions. They leap before they think. It's either their way or the highway. They are unable to see anyone else's point of view, or listen to someone wiser than them. The modern woman thinks she knows it all. Emotional, quick to anger, and unable to listen to reason. I've actually seen some of these women build fine careers, and yet they remained miserable inside, unable to make the inner changes it takes to grow spiritually...

They've wasted their lives. Looks alone puts you at the shallow end of the gene pool. If that's all you have to get you through life, you're in deep trouble. But young women never seem to take the time and realize that there's nothing more fleeting than beauty.. especially in women. A woman blossoms in her youth to attract a mate, then the shine quickly fades. This is how nature built us. The flower begins to wilt. And if a woman hasn't developed something below the surface of her beauty to make her an asset to others, she's lost. She just doesn't know it yet. Taverns and beer halls are full of jaded, bitter old bar flies that failed to learn this lesson.

We've all seen them, and we all know some. Fat, ugly, mean old divorces' that live alone with their fu-fu dog, bidding on the Home Shopping Network and eating Oreos. Lonely, sad, with nobody to give a damn if they live or die. We have millions of them. And the tragedy is it didn't have to be that way. They still wear the same makeup they wore at seventeen, and still try to squeeze into the same clothes, which makes them look like a wad of dough stuffed in a pipe, with most of their fat sticking out in all the wrong places. But in their twisted mind's eye they still "have it". I once saw an eighty-year-old woman in a black miniskirt and tube top, and a pair of stiletto heels no less. It was all I do could do to hold my lunch down. Criminy! Her legs looked like two sticks of jerky stuffed under a lampshade. And when she started wiggling her ass when she passed by my group, I almost passed out. Damn, woman! Give it up already!

She had looked in the mirror and discovered there was nothing there. So in a panic to save her sanity she blocked out her age and began living in the past. Maybe once she was a cute little thing that turned heads. But that was before World War Two! But she failed to develop any inner beauty, just as our generation of worthless little sluts are doing today. And like her, they'll pay the price in bitter tears, self loathing and loneliness. Age creeps up on us one hell of a lot faster than we realize. Take it from me. It seems like only yesterday I was riding my bike alongside my kid brother, on the way to play baseball at the park. A thousand years ago. But the years slip by, and years turn into decades as fast as you can blink. And that flawless skin and perfect figure you so cherish as you primp in the mirror every morning will fade like an old photograph. Why do you think the makeup industry is one of the biggest in the world? Women are scared to death of growing old. It's far, far easier to pile on more makeup than to develop some character...

But there is a way out. A way that my grandmother took, and all the women before her. She aged with grace. As the years passed she became the family matron, the beloved icon of womanhood that every man in the family adored and would give their lives in an instant to protect. She was a treasure. Her inner beauty, grace, charm and character shone from her like a beacon. She absolutely radiated. We pulled the chair out for her, opened the car doors, walked in front of her in protection, and we always, always spoke highly of her. Because she deserved it. She was a lady. And though her outward beauty had long since vanished, her inner beauty more than compensated for it in a hundred different ways. She never yelled, or cursed, or put herself first. And because of that, we all put her first in everything. There were a few wise girls who copied her and listened to her wisdom, but most were like the little tramp I spoke of. The world was changing. And though she did her best to fight the rising tide of evil overtaking this land, she was only one woman. And when she died, the world became a darker, colder place to live in...

I've had some people ask me why I rant about women, and some have even accused me of being a woman hater. Far from it. I adore women and know many fine ones. But there is almost no one out there willing to address this growing problem in America and around the world, all of which is a product of liberal\Jew evil, and their barrage of "women's rights" laws and propaganda. Someone has to speak out about this problem. We all have a grave responsibility to raise our daughters to grow their inner character. When they come into this world, they are a blank slate. We must be very careful what we write on that slate, because it will affect the kind of woman she will become in life. We are the guardians, the gatekeepers to their souls, and we have a duty to do the very best we can. Just look at the failures...