A compilation of quoted text from a “How much do you hate women?” thread on Reddit:
if almost all the women I needed to interact with had not treated me with disgust and disrespect, wanting to make sure I know my place as subhuman on the planet, I might not have hated them, but it would be necessary to remove all the bad memories of humiliations and aggregations, which were occasionally caused by them and by their social influence on their normies pets, all they had to do was say something and I was humiliated and beaten, there are too many memories to ignore and too much hate to be left behind, if I could I would put a bullet in the head of each one of them
Let’s see, for nearly two decades I’ve gone to sleep every night fantasizing about torturing women.
Just thinking about how much I hate women makes me hate them more. I hate them so much it gives me a headache.
I don’t know if I’d rather fuck or kill a girl. Both would be immensely pleasurable.
It’d be great if there was a girl in pain at my feet. And I could crush her head under my heel. Over and over, smashing her face into pulp. Unrecognizable as human.
It’s OK to hate racial and ethnic enemies. There are two kinds of such hate. In fact, if you don’t feel something icy and implacable toward them, something’s not right with you. Be assured that they hate you and they want you dead. It’s also OK to hate an individual woman such as a vicious ex-wife. But if you hate women as a category, pull yourself back from the abyss.
Liberal West is hell for us, paradise for entire categories of parasites. Is it a paradise for White women? SJ, Esquire’s comment gives a glimpse of what it’s like for a girl:
If you’re ever tempted to hate “women” as a class (God forbid one ever becomes as bitter as those incels, linked above), just think about how life unfolds for them, and you’ll probably find that hate melting away. Really imagine what it’s like for a woman: you go through life not understanding why everyone is nice to you all the time… you’re EXTRAORDINARILY susceptible to peer/media pressure, so that without even realizing it you put off the things that make you happy in favour of toxic behaviours that slowly poison your soul… and then one day, you notice that no one gives a fig for you anymore, and you’re invisible, and it was all a lie. That’s harsh, that is.
Confession: I like women. Girls were lied to just as badly as boys. Do you think that taking a hundred cocks, each new arousal dependent on a slightly higher degree of humiliation than the previous, and the deadening of every last bit of tenderness and ability to love made them happy?
We all could have lived differently. We could have lived in a world in which virgin marriage at a young age is the socially enforced norm. Women may well have felt a part of them contained by that custom, but I assure you that every last one of the ageing slags you see out there puking out her wine would have instead been healthy and calm and valued.
Many of us are angry. Had I known, had I not been lied to. Could have had so much more. Could have been so much more.
If you harbor homicidal feelings toward women as a whole, I’m not turning my back on you brother, just on the demon inside you. That thing is yours to kill.