the middle class female

The Evil, Twisted Domestication of the Middle Class American Female

I sit on the side of the road, a paper bag in hand. I am vomiting and staring at cars as they pass on the highway. It is 2 o clock in the morning and I am alone, brazenly walking the streets of a dead town. I have been walking the streets of this town late at night since I was as young as 13 , 12 years old.

 I love the sound of the cars that roar by on the interstate, the sound of the mighty trucks, the sound of the occasional shrill scream in the distance.

I walk through a long parking lot and I shatter a bottle that I have found, sitting on the side of the curb. I shatter it in the name of the domesticated middle class female, a creature whom I find beyond revolting, and certainly always have.

These roads are dark, but I would prefer to walk them by my lonesome, until the end of time, rather than submit myself to any domesticated middle class female and her diseased ways. I find her revolting. I find her murderous. I find her, above all, sickening. Even her very voice, which you can har in little towns all over America, typically between the hours of 7:30 am until roughly 10:00 pm, insufferable. She is worse than a General of war in the middle of a lost battle. She is worse than a Ships captain on a sinking boat. She is not nearly as bad as a cop, or, worse, a prison guard, but I can assure you, she is definitely close.

Her sister, "Working Class Gina", seems to be such a different creature in comparison to her. So too does her other sister, "Upper Class Gertrude". But she ... this abominable creature...the middle class female...specifically the middle class American female...what is wrong with her? Why, for example, does she insist on baking cupcakes 300 different ways? Why does she think anyone cares about how curtains are designed, or how couches are organized in a living room? Why does she think anyone cares about her endless photographs with her children, all organized and arranged so neatly on insufferable Facebook? Who is this creature? From where does she come? WHy will she not leave the human race be, for once and for all? What punishment must we award ourselves, for having created this insufferable thing?

I would say this being comes from the depths of Satan's Hell, but Hell sounds marginally intersting and intriguing, and so there is no way she could come from there. She is from somewhere lesser than Hell. She is from the drabbest, most boring, humdrum place on Earth. She lives her life as a barrage of appointments, schedules, 9-5's, playdates, and last but never least, insufferable childrens birthday parties. Everything in her life is arranged, and planned, for the next 60-70 years. None of them are quite wealthy -- yet the whole lot of them seems to eventually find some way to spend upwards of  35-40,000$ on "weddings". Weddings of course, in their eyes, are little more than taming ceremonies. It's like an auction block in the old south. That's what a "wedding" is for the middle class female....

Sometimes she willl laugh and snarl, pretending that, once upon a long ago, she was a "hot young thing". She was sexy. So she says.

Don't fall for the joke. She is a fat old wife now and never was anything more. She was born, spit from the womb, a fat old cake baking hag. She is the domesticator. She is the enemy of not merely man, but also women. That's right. The middle class American female is the enemy of her own gender. In fact, I consider her  a gender traitor and a biological failure. Don't believe me? Gather some film of the great females who walk the Earth in this time period we call our own, and let her watch them. Then, take note of her dismal reaction to the truly liberated female. Watch as her eyes go blank, as her tongue begins to snarl, when she sees a liberated female prancing around on the TV set. The middle class female is, almost as an absolute rule, always a "hater". She gets no joy from life, from fashion, from jewels, from anything. Usually the dead giveaway mark of her is her pride of how well she can cook, "even in the 21st century". Any female still bragging about her cooking abilities in the year 2018 is to be avoided like the plague. There's someting almost mortifying...something ghastly..about a woman 18 years into the 21st century still discussing  cooking.

I have never in my life met a working class woman who can do more than throw a steak onto a firey grill and burn it. And how I love them, and how I love this. Lighting steaks on fire is beautiful. It is real.

I simply do not trust a woman who can cook more than 3-4 simple meals. I find such "women" revolting -- and desperately unattractive, to be sure. The working class female will stab you directly in the heart, while staring your eyes.

The middle class brat will kill you as you sleep. She will suffocate you. She is from a long line of cowards and she will live as a coward and die as one.

The middle class female is the locker of gates, the bringer of metal bars, the frightened rabbit in the dark forest. She is, along with a good number of her middle class brothers, perhaps entirely to be blamed for our current mass imprisonment problem, in the USA. She looks at the working class man, at the lower man, and she does not see a human being, but a beast. She has the characteristics of a SLAVER and she seeks to buy and sell hardened working boys as such. The feminists tell us that marriage is essentially an institution of slavery, always for the women alone. I say that it depends what social class you are from. For the working class boy, if he falls into the clutches of the middle class female, who is the real slave? The working boy. That's who. The fat old bitch has found him, hunted him, and now taken him like an animal to be tamed, broken, and made into something to serve her endless fat wants. She will pollute his spirit. She will strip him of his soul.She will tear him away from friends, from nature, from the beauty of all things. In the end, she will leave him completely BLANK. And then of course, if he gives her a child,o r a few such children, she will undoubtedly bring them up, from the get-go, as tired domesticated slaves. House niggers dressed in little bowties with clean white socks and shiny pearl teeth. House slaves in clean rooms with carpets that smell like roses and never suffered a stain. House niggers, indeed, trained to arrive eerywhere precisely on time, to sit quietly at a table, to cook the same tasteless cupcakes she always cooked, to never sing too loud, to never scream....

The middle class American female is the one who never lets a young boy swear, listen to loud music, smoke a few cigarettes, drink a few bottles of beer, essentially do anyting at all. She is,as i say, the biggest prison guard of all. She votes for the prisons to be built, and then she spends her time snarling like a snake in the vicinity of those exact prisons, looking for her prey to catch. She is like a vulture feeding on dead bodies... she hunts the scent of the wild man, seeking to tame him, to "civilize" him. But even when it comes to civilization, the midlde class female falls desperately short. The word civilization reminds a learned man of things like poetry, of art, of great paintings, of beautiful cities, of a Renaissance. The middle class female has none of this...knows none of this. She is a dead boring goblin in the darkness of the most boring place on Earth. She spends the best years of her life in pure middle class desperation, trying to pull socks onto a kicking boy, trying to force him to wear shoes he does not like, bowties he hates, to get haircuts he never wanted to get. OH! How I dread the typical haircut of the middle class daughter or son. The haircut of the worst slave on Earth. Every time i see it, I cringe. Every time I see a pair of little childrens shoes, I just fold my hands in prayer... "Please, dear Lord, I hope this child is not the child of a middle class domesticator..."

There is next to nothing individual or unique about the middle class female. Unlike the upper class girl, she is void of all true rich beauty and creativity, and unlike the working class girl, she is void of all vulgarity and "booty shaking" as well. She has nothing going for her. She is frightfully typical, and forever afraid. In my experience, she usually comes into full form by the age of 23-25, and never changes so much as a single time afterwards. She can and will find ways to have full 2 hour conversations about things like baking pans, plateware, curtains, bathroom designs, and stairs. She will be happy to discuss something like cooking apple pies, for 6 hours, rather than the latest Beyonce record, which she presumably finds "weird and scary and unusual". How low of a creature must one truly be, i beg to know, that still cannot understand an artist as mainstream as Beyonce in 2018? You already know who. The middle class female. That's who. She is the last one on every train. She still finds punk rock terrifying and rsique -- even though it might as well be a centuries old in so many other circles.

She is an abominable being. An enemy to her own gender and every other gender anyone might think up in the coming century. Remember her. Avoid her like the plague.

-- Jack