"Women Aren’t Capable of Love" - and you won't fucking believe who wrote this

[LJ_Reloaded]

She's not his ex, she's still with him and does the other guys while he watches.

Don't you recognize the pathological hatred for women of an unwilling cuck?

To you and your bloodrage manginazombie friend pensive poet: I am a sneaky bastard. If any shit like that happened I would empty out the bank account and by the time anyone knew what happened I would be gone on a boat out of the country. Draining the bank account is just one of 20 ways that I know how to kill a woman deader than a zombie in a disco hall without ever harming so much as a physical hair on her body. You people never see men like me coming and you never will - especially those of us who know how to get revenge without violence and by staying within the law.

Failing that, I could also do something really legally stupid on a civil level that could cost the household millions in liabilities and ruin both of us forever. Way #2 to kill a cheating wife irrecoverably dead without hurting a hair on her body, though it does count as a financial suicide bombing but hey, I'm willing and able and no one would ever see it coming. Let's see, a libelous statement of an egregious magnitude could achieve that, or shorting the wrong stock or series of stocks.

If you raging mangina-zombies have any further doubts on my ability to severely and tragically punish the WTFOMFGHOLYSHIT out of a cheating wife in nonviolent ways, hit me up for much easier pointers. I'm loaded with pointers. They also work for divorce proceedings. It comes from having worked for so long in the finance, insurance and banking industry.

Lovecraft68 on the other hand pay child support for a kid that ain't yours, knowing damned well she cheated on you. LOL. And now he's really pissed because she's dating a foul mouthed negro. Hope her boyfriend ain't related to her daddy tho, that'd be fucked up. You run that risk not knowing who knocked up your wife, eh LC?

 

[LJ_Reloaded]

Life will probably be a lot easier if you just get over whatever it is she did to you. So she took the kids and the house and what money you had. It happens to people every day. Move on. Dwelling on it with such hate is counter-productive and no good at all for your health.
She is gone and no doubt fucking someone else right now. In fact she may be sucking his huge cock as you're reading this. She won't be back and hating all women is not the answer.

Dear male feminist white knight who has never gotten laid a day in your life: I know you like to make up lies about me, but how about you get mad at Florence Nightingale, who actually wrote that shit about women?

Oh yeah, she's a woman, and you're too scared to call them out, ain't ya? And you still can't ever get laid.

 

[LJ_Reloaded]

Heh, stir the zombie horde more, I say.

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Florence_Nightingale

Quotes from The Life of Florence Nightingale (1913) by Edward Tyas Cook

Let each person tell the truth from his own experience. I have read half your book thro' and I am immensely charmed by it. But some things I disagree with and more I do not understand. This does not apply to the characters, but to your conclusions, e.g. you say "women are more sympathetic than men." Now if I were to write a book out of my experience I should begin Women have no sympathy. Yours is the tradition. Mine is the conviction of experience. I have never found one woman who has altered her life by one iota for me or my opinions. Now look at my experience of men. A statesman, past middle age, absorbed in politics for a quarter of a century, out of sympathy with me, remodels his whole life and policy — learns a science the driest, the most technical, the most difficult, that of administration, as far as it concerns the lives of men, — not, as I learnt it, in the field from stirring experience, but by writing dry regulations in a London room by my sofa with me. This is what I call real sympathy.
Letter to Madame Mohl (13 December 1861), pp. 13-15
Now just look at the degree in which women have sympathy — as far as my experience is concerned. And my experience of women is almost as large as Europe. And it is so intimate too. I have lived and slept in the same bed with English Countesses and Prussian Bauerinnen [farm laborers]. No Roman Catholic Supérieure [president of a French university system known for their diverse, eclectic teaching methods] has ever had charge of women of the different creeds that I have had. No woman has excited "passions" among women more than I have. Yet I leave no school behind me. My doctrines have taken no hold among women. ... No woman that I know has ever appris à apprendre [learned to learn]. And I attribute this to want of sympathy. You say somewhere that women have no attention. Yes. And I attribute this to want of sympathy. ... It makes me mad, the Women's Rights talk about "the want of a field" for them — when I know that I would gladly give £500 a year [roughly $50,000 a year in 2008] for a Woman Secretary. And two English Lady Superintendents have told me the same thing. And we can't get one.
Letter to Madame Mohl (13 December 1861)
In one sense, I do believe I am "like a man," as Parthe [the writer's sister] says. But how? In having sympathy. ... Women crave for being loved, not for loving. They scream out at you for sympathy all day long, they are incapable of giving any in return, for they cannot remember your affairs long enough to do so. ... They cannot state a fact accurately to another, nor can that other attend to it accurately enough for it to become information. Now is not all this the result of want of sympathy?
Letter to Madame Mohl (13 December 1861)
People often say to me, You don't know what a wife and mother feels. No, I say, I don't and I'm very glad I don't. And they don't know what I feel. ... I am sick with indignation at what wives and mothers will do of the most egregious selfishness. And people call it all maternal or conjugal affection, and think it pretty to say so. No, no, let each person tell the truth from his own experience.
Letter to Madame Mohl (13 December 1861)