Make war, not love
The truth is I'm a gentle man outside this blog. I don't lash out except when attacked, I have no bad temper, and I treat everyone as respectfully as I can. I hate fights, I love to cuddle, and I don't feel my manhood threatened by saying that.
But I need to vent for a while. I am sick of politically-correct tree-hugging hypocrites repressing the world with their superficial feel-good lies. While ordering everyone to love one another, you step on them and make them feel bad for every triviality. You disguise your pain and arrogance with love and justify your condescending attitude with repressive liberal ideals.
Political correctness is only one step away from fascism. By making everyone equal, you discriminate against everyone who isn't equal. It suppresses potential, censors intelligence, and abuses genders to act against their true nature.
I am also sick of the genders beating up on one another, following inoffensive, vapid women's magazines' advice, lost in this new world of women's lib, and passively complaining about bad dates and broken hearts.
I want to stir things up and show that you can be unafraid, politically incorrect, and still be considerate and rational. I want you to fight back and correct me if you think me wrong and I want you to rant and debate with me. I am not an angry man lost in rants and fury. Try me and see.
This is my mosh-pit. If I slam into you too hard, I will help you back on your feet. I want you to slam into me. This is therapy, not sadism. After I mosh, I go back to my gentle world, cuddle, take a walk with beautiful people in beautiful places, and relax.