Index:
1. Introduction
2. Example
3. Additional Info About my "1950s Virgin Housewife" Grandma
a) About my Grandfather I
b) The Empathetic Gender
c) About my Grandfather II
4.) Final Words
5.) Appeal
1. INTRODUCTION:
JFL at you idiots thinking female nature was any different back then.
Oh, the stories I could tell from my Family alone JFL.
Keep Coping.
2. EXAMPLE:
Just one example, from just ONE SIDE of my Family.
The other side is even worse. Keep that in mind.
One time we were at my grandmas house, the entire Family.
We're all sitting around a dinner table and grandma got drunk so she started yapping.
Bruh.
Bruh.
There is shit you never want to hear from the mouth of an 80 year old Woman.
Like she started talking About how they would have These local celebrations in their villages where everyboy would wear masks and get absolutely shitfaced,
and, you know, THINGS happend and it was ok because masks and nobody knew basically.
My aunt was sitting there, her dickwasher was so wide fucking open in shock, you could've parked the fucking Hindenburg in there.
She asked my grandma if this was before she got to know my grandpa or after.
Of Course it was before.
3. ADDITIONAL INFO ABOUT MY "1950s VIRGIN HOUSEWIFE" GRANDMA:
a) About my Grandfather I:
My grandfather was a construction worker.
Remember, this is the 50s. 60h work week, saturdays too.
He built the entire house she lives in to this day. The whole Thing.
Water, electricity, plumbing.
Everything.
He renovated the entire Thing multiple times over the course of his Lifetime, everytime alone.
He was a huge dude, massive Hands, massive shoulders but ugly face with a droopey eyelid.
Incredible guy, very nice too, from what I have heard.
From what my mom told me, he would come home every day, grandma would be cunty, he would fuck off and eat dinner at the Pub and get drunk.
Every day.
b) The Empathetic Gender:
My grandmother would take my mom and the other Kids, tie them to a Chair with a rope and let them scream in their own piss and shit while doing yard work.
My first Memory of my grandma is being slapped in the face for taking her yellow rubber ducky from the bathroom.
I was like 3 years old.
Female mother instinct btw.
The empathetic gender btw.
Just one of many examples to the contrary, just from MY LIFE.
If I listed the other shit I know… oh Boy.
Just a very small, small, a very small piece of the Overall Picture:
c) About my Grandfather II:
Another time, we were on our way to visit my grandparents.
I was a Baby, barely a year old. According to my grandma, my grandpa was excited to see me.
"They are bringing the Little one" he supposedely said.
I know this seems larpy but this is what my grandma tells me.
He died the same day, in the Pub.
His heart stopped.
They thought he was sleeping on the counter.
He never got to hold me again.
However, There is ONE photo of him holding me in his Snow shovel Hands and smiling at the camera.
I tear up everytime I see that Picture.
Not just because of him but because it reminds me of every single man in my Family, all of which have suffered a similar fate at the Hand of their respective women.
Good men, all of them.
Not a single good Woman though. Over three Generations, not a single one.
AWALT
Life truly IS the blackpill for those that are willing to open their eyes and see.
4.. FINAL WORDS:
Nowaydays my grandma is playing the "oh woe is me" Card.
But I don't buy it.
I didn't visit her for her 80th Birthday.
From experience I have learned that respect is not something you just "GET" for being old or a figure of authority.
Respect is something you EARN.
I have respect for a 5 year old brat if he earns it, I have respect for a 100 year old fart if he earns it.
I don't however, have respect for viscious cunts that run good men into the Ground for the fun of it.
And that eliminates EVERY SINGLE WOMAN IN MY FAMILY.
5. APPEAL:
Feel free to share your own stories and take this post as a hint to Maybe reflect on your own family history.
▓╚Maybe our grandpas weren't all "abusive" "alcoholics" after all. Hint. HINT.╝▓
1. Introduction
2. Example
3. Additional Info About my "1950s Virgin Housewife" Grandma
a) About my Grandfather I
b) The Empathetic Gender
c) About my Grandfather II
4.) Final Words
5.) Appeal
1. INTRODUCTION:
JFL at you idiots thinking female nature was any different back then.
Oh, the stories I could tell from my Family alone JFL.
Keep Coping.
2. EXAMPLE:
Just one example, from just ONE SIDE of my Family.
The other side is even worse. Keep that in mind.
One time we were at my grandmas house, the entire Family.
We're all sitting around a dinner table and grandma got drunk so she started yapping.
Bruh.
Bruh.
There is shit you never want to hear from the mouth of an 80 year old Woman.
Like she started talking About how they would have These local celebrations in their villages where everyboy would wear masks and get absolutely shitfaced,
and, you know, THINGS happend and it was ok because masks and nobody knew basically.
My aunt was sitting there, her dickwasher was so wide fucking open in shock, you could've parked the fucking Hindenburg in there.
She asked my grandma if this was before she got to know my grandpa or after.
Of Course it was before.
3. ADDITIONAL INFO ABOUT MY "1950s VIRGIN HOUSEWIFE" GRANDMA:
a) About my Grandfather I:
My grandfather was a construction worker.
Remember, this is the 50s. 60h work week, saturdays too.
He built the entire house she lives in to this day. The whole Thing.
Water, electricity, plumbing.
Everything.
He renovated the entire Thing multiple times over the course of his Lifetime, everytime alone.
He was a huge dude, massive Hands, massive shoulders but ugly face with a droopey eyelid.
Incredible guy, very nice too, from what I have heard.
From what my mom told me, he would come home every day, grandma would be cunty, he would fuck off and eat dinner at the Pub and get drunk.
Every day.
b) The Empathetic Gender:
My grandmother would take my mom and the other Kids, tie them to a Chair with a rope and let them scream in their own piss and shit while doing yard work.
My first Memory of my grandma is being slapped in the face for taking her yellow rubber ducky from the bathroom.
I was like 3 years old.
Female mother instinct btw.
The empathetic gender btw.
Just one of many examples to the contrary, just from MY LIFE.
If I listed the other shit I know… oh Boy.
Just a very small, small, a very small piece of the Overall Picture:
There was a child abuse epidemic in Germany in the 70s.
Doctors were compliant and would go along with shit like "he fell down the stairs for the 500th time"
Turns out most of the victims were Little Boys under the supervision of their moms.
The onset of hardcore feminism created a hotbed of disgruntled cunt wifes that now were under the Impression that they deserved better.
And by Extension the child of their betabux husbands was to blame and therefore to punish.
Like some fucked up Living Voodoo doll.
I highly suspect my dad was one of These unfortunate Boys. He would Always try to run away from home and according to him his
mom was a very nasty Woman, even though he avoids Details. Time period wise it fits perfectely though.
My dad would've been 4 years old in 1970.
Doctors were compliant and would go along with shit like "he fell down the stairs for the 500th time"
Turns out most of the victims were Little Boys under the supervision of their moms.
The onset of hardcore feminism created a hotbed of disgruntled cunt wifes that now were under the Impression that they deserved better.
And by Extension the child of their betabux husbands was to blame and therefore to punish.
Like some fucked up Living Voodoo doll.
I highly suspect my dad was one of These unfortunate Boys. He would Always try to run away from home and according to him his
mom was a very nasty Woman, even though he avoids Details. Time period wise it fits perfectely though.
My dad would've been 4 years old in 1970.
c) About my Grandfather II:
Another time, we were on our way to visit my grandparents.
I was a Baby, barely a year old. According to my grandma, my grandpa was excited to see me.
"They are bringing the Little one" he supposedely said.
I know this seems larpy but this is what my grandma tells me.
He died the same day, in the Pub.
His heart stopped.
They thought he was sleeping on the counter.
He never got to hold me again.
However, There is ONE photo of him holding me in his Snow shovel Hands and smiling at the camera.
I tear up everytime I see that Picture.
Not just because of him but because it reminds me of every single man in my Family, all of which have suffered a similar fate at the Hand of their respective women.
Good men, all of them.
Not a single good Woman though. Over three Generations, not a single one.
AWALT
Life truly IS the blackpill for those that are willing to open their eyes and see.
4.. FINAL WORDS:
Nowaydays my grandma is playing the "oh woe is me" Card.
But I don't buy it.
I didn't visit her for her 80th Birthday.
From experience I have learned that respect is not something you just "GET" for being old or a figure of authority.
Respect is something you EARN.
I have respect for a 5 year old brat if he earns it, I have respect for a 100 year old fart if he earns it.
I don't however, have respect for viscious cunts that run good men into the Ground for the fun of it.
And that eliminates EVERY SINGLE WOMAN IN MY FAMILY.
5. APPEAL:
Feel free to share your own stories and take this post as a hint to Maybe reflect on your own family history.
▓╚Maybe our grandpas weren't all "abusive" "alcoholics" after all. Hint. HINT.╝▓
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