This is apparently the year where the feminist war on manhood comes to a head.
On September 1, Harvest House Publishers is slated to release my second book, The Kind of Man Every Man Should Be. The basis for the book essentially is to help rebuild the kind of man that is quickly disappearing. In light of the modern feminist message that tells men not to be involved in their family's lives, to not take responsibility for their sexual deeds, and to get in touch with one's feminine side, I believe this book is needed to redefine real men.
Yes, men! Get in touch with your nurturing, feminine side by abandoning your children and having indiscriminate sex to brag about! Also a part of the feminist agenda: ball-scratching. Lots and lots of ball-scratching.
As we stand on the verge of Netroots Nation 2008, let me relate a story about last year's conference. I had the honor of staying with Amanda and Jill, during which point I had a come-to-Jesus talk with them. I realized that I had failed as a feminist man. The number of children I'd abandoned? Zero. The number of abortions my feminized sperm had provoked? Nary a one. I hadn't even gotten the hang of not calling back the day after sex, which is the basic thing that all feminist women want from their men.
It was then that I realized that as a liberal, as an emasculated feminist man, I needed to get on the ball, having rampant submissive sex with every available woman until they pushed me off and hit the speed dial button for Planned Parenthood hours and hours (and hours) later. Sorry, ladies.