Years ago, a man named L. Neil Smith gave a speech. I’m going to blatantly appropriate his look and feel.

We are subjected daily to propaganda about what scum we men are. Imagine if you will for a moment that you have a story about a cheating spouse; this spouse waits until their significant other is out of town with the children, and has days of hot sex with a total stranger. If this character were a man it would be another tale of many about male meanness, selfishness and irresponsibility. But if that spouse is a woman, they call it "The Bridges of Madison County" and it gets acclaimed by women, and wins award after award for the book and movie.

But men are dogs.

We’re petty and mean, but our events – Promise Keepers, the Million Man March – are about how we can give more. Women’s events are about they can get more.

But men are selfish.

As men we work 90% of the overtime, and lose our children because we don’t spend enough time with them – overtime mandated by middle managers and "human resource" departments who are dominantly female. We die 95% of the deaths on the job, and the only mention is how it affects women.

And we as men are lazy, and oppressive.

It’s never thought to give men paternity leave. If someone stays home with the children, women will just take that job without even consulting her husband, and if they decide to return to work, all manner of accommodation is made for them. They perform no heavy labor jobs, file lawsuits over working overtime, and if a man has a picture of his wife he can be sent to a re-education camp for sexual harassment, while a woman can grope a man who wants no part of her and be glorified for being empowered and liberated. And they whine about how it’s a man’s world.

Ever hear a man say it’s a man’s world?

I can see some nodding their heads, and thinking that such things are our lot in life, and how they never get considered. I can see some thinking about how such mature wisdom would be seen as dangerous, and probably be censored in many places. Mature wisdom. A great man once commented that "mature wisdom" often resembles "just being too tired." That man was a true egalitarian, the late, great Robert A. Heinlein.

Well, I’m here to tell you, I'm tired.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living with a government that, in the name of making the world "safer for family", took a young man, a father, and hounded and persecuted him, heaping on child support until he couldn’t keep a roof over his own head, denying him access to his children so he couldn’t be a father to them, told him he was worth more dead than alive, until he blew his brains out on the steps of a Massachusetts court house, and nobody cares except how it affects the woman.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living with a government which, in the name of fairness in health care spends $2,000 per death on prostate cancer and $12,000 per death on breast cancer; who tells me that since I and my fathers, sons, and brothers live twelve years shorter than women that health care is biased in favor of men.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living with a government that smashes its way into the homes of men and takes their children, throws them out of their houses, jails them out of jobs, steals their property, and turns it over to woman because she is weak, helpless, and has no power.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living with a government that, sliming its way from one sleazy justification to another has for years committed acts against men, for the crime of being men, that in any other country in the world would be labeled terrorism.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of carrying around the knowledge that crooked judges imprison my brothers routinely on false charges of rape, requiring no proof, allowing them no opportunity to make a defense, and deny them appeal, all on only the word of an obviously disgruntled female with an axe to grind, just to suck up to political groups.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of knowing that another crooked judge has set a pathetic sentence on a woman named Susan Smith, a woman who callously and brutally murdered her children, who decided that she didn’t want them, and wouldn’t give them to their father who wanted them, where if she had been a man she’d have been sentenced to death.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of waking up in the middle of the night, if I’m able to get to sleep at all, worried about a gang of masked thugs in black body armor smashing into my house, because I’m a week or so late in a child support payment.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of having it back there all the time in the corner of my mind, whether I want it there or not, that I should really hide all of the possessions I treasure most--possessions I like most to display in my home for everyone to see and enjoy--and even worse, to find some hole to bury myself in, in order to survive another year or two in what was once the freest country in history and in the world, lest some woman decide that she owns yet another piece of me merely because once upon a time we had sex.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of being considered some kind of criminal or dangerous throwback for no other reason than that I possess a "Y" chromosome.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of being portrayed as a perverted monster for wanting to love and hold my children, of living in fear that a vindictive ex-wife is going to lash out and accuse me of sickness, and her word will be taken despite all the proof to the contrary, because the lie has been accepted that "women don’t lie."

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of being treated as some kind of lunatic or villain, even by some members of my own family, because I want--all I want or ever wanted--is to give men back control over their own lives and to live out my life in the land of liberty that I was promised as a child.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living with a government that's supposed to be, above all, subject to ten laws that were supposed to make all of these travesties and atrocities unthinkable and impossible, ten laws that were supposed to shield me from the kind of oppression my ancestors once fled from, ten laws that were supposed to let me know where I stand and what the rules are, ten laws that were supposed to let me and every other American man think, say, do, and be whatever we wish without filling out a single form or asking anyone's permission, and being told that those rights are subject to the permission of a family court, and don’t apply to me because I’m a male, and this is a court of equity.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living in a country where a 125 pound woman can jump in my face and heap abuse and scorn on me, and pummel and assault me, in ways that a 200 pound man would never dare to do; where I can be jailed even if I never fight back or initiate violence, all in the name of the filthy lie that women have no power.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living in a culture where the police are a greater danger to men accused of patently untrue atrocities than they are to real criminals—and who accept marching orders from feminist groups all over the nation in their war on manhood.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living with a society that forces me and my sons to register to fight and die in wars we may not agree with, to bleed our lives out in a foreign land to protect and advance the cause of women while women are given a choice. Then they howl about their oppression, but as 56% of the voting populace elects the very politicians that make the very wars that my brothers and I die in.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of living in a culture where you're considered lucky if you're allowed to register your name and Social Security number, surrender your fingerprints, provide your photograph, visit a psychiatrist, endure endless hours of expensive, useless "instruction" at the feet of some mercantilist parasite who lobbied for the legislation in the first place, and, finally, pay a whopping fee in order to exercise a right you were born with, a right to see your children – all in the name of "protecting women," and where women are exempt from this.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm even more tired of the dull-witted individuals and corrupt organizations who heap the calumny and canard on me that due to my genetics I don’t "respect women," and who would laugh sardonically if I accused them of not "respecting men."

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of paying rent on a shack while an ex-wife who refused to lift a finger lives in a house I paid for with blood and tears; I'm tired of paying rent on my own life to some agency of faceless feminized bureaucrats who give my hard earned money to a welfare queen who refuses to work; I'm tired of watching the government take a slice of everything I earn or possess, even though all they ever do is get in the way--and make it more and more impossible to live every day, and gives it to a parasite female, who makes a check more important than my presence to my child, and who refuses to lift a finger to force her to let me see my children.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of being lied to by government, by the media, and by every lawyer I have anything to do with. I'm tired of always being on the losing side because I refuse to lie, cheat, or steal, myself. And I’m done with it; I’m done with being bullied into playing fair and taken for a sucker.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of being considered a "dead beat" because I don’t want to pay extortion to some witch who fritters the money away on drugs, and booze, and babysitters so she can party; of a "family court" system who clings to a legal fiction in the name of political correctness, and won’t lift a finger unless they're forcing some shackled, broken male eke out another miserable moment of existence, and live another day of quiet desperation—and then revile those same men as exploiters and profiteers.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

I'm tired of being considered property.

Make no mistake: when the government can tell you what work you must do and what work you can’t do; when the government can define the circumstances under which you may or may not have access to your own flesh and blood; when the government can force you to surrender your children--the sweet hope of your heart--to indoctrination centers where they'll be transformed into your bitter political enemies; when the government can tell you that you have to sign up for military slavery and the other half of the population, your mistresses, don’t; when the government can tell you that you must accede to being the father and support that baby you never consented to have--those are assertions of a property right.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

And I'm tired of a world where being the property of the fascist, feminazi; dictatorship that America has become is the best that anyone can hope for.

I’m tired of living in a feminazi police state.

And I'm tired of being tired.

So what can we do?

Declare war on Feminism. Or, in the words of Jack Kammer, "Pheminism." PHony fEMINISM. That mislabeled pseudo egalitarianism.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Fight them daily. Live a live that is masculine, and anti-pheminist.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Register to vote, and if necessary use our power to elect utter Neanderthals, become guilty of the crimes they punish us for committing already.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Tell a graduate of women's studies that she needs a real degree for a real discipline to get a job in your company.

Declare war on Pheminism.

If you are a cop, give a woman a ticket today, just because she's a woman. Because somehow, somewhere in time, that woman crapped on a man just because he was a man.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Set out to screw over a pheminist today. Report her for stealing, for abusing her kids, for anything you can make a reasonable chance of giving her just one day without peace, and a taste of the weapons she uses to make war on you. See how good it feels.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Pull the biggest account you can from a business today, tell them it is because of the male bashing you overheard the "girls" in the front office doing. Do it even if it isn't true. Do it on principle. Don't give specifics, because you don't want to talk about it. Make them live in fear for a while, fear that an innocent and meaningless comment will get them fired.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Don't let a day go by without uttering, reading, or writing those words somewhere. Don't let a day pass without comforting some victim of the war on masculinity, and urging him to do the same.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Make banners for websites, and greet and salute each other in the old way of the warrior, with our clenched fists over our hearts, to remind us we are at war with Pheminism.

Declare war on Pheminism.

When you are tempted that something goes too far, go somewhere and see the excesses feminism has used to castigate and demean us for being men. Read the SCUM manifesto (http://gos.sbc.edu/s/solanas.html) and ask yourself again if you are being too excessive.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Resolve to show the self-proclaimed "deadlier of the species" what it means to wage war, something that they have forced us to learn how to do over the millennia of human history.

Declare war on Pheminism.

Reach down and find the core of your rage, and bring it forth white, hot, and shining so as to make the pitiful expressions of "women's rage" be seen for the pathetic shadow it is. Declare war on Pheminism. Take that rage, and use it to empower and invigorate you.

Then maybe neither you, nor I, will be so damn tired anymore.

GONZOKID @ Standyourground.com