WOMEN ARE THE BIGGEST hypocrites in this country, and it is about time men stop falling for their tears, complaints and schemes, and tell them where to get off.
Each week one woman or the other complains about how a man hurt her feelings; how men always cheat; that there are no good men anymore; and that men of today have no morals or values.
Please. Give it a rest!
Why does this column entertain such drivel?
What about the “horns” and “ready-made shirts” (children) women give everyday? They don’t talk about that!
What about the amount of money they squeeze out of a man and when he has nothing more to give, blank him for another man? They don’t talk about that either.
What about how they grab men’s property for themselves and their family, though they found him with everything; and how the law works for them in this? Again, women don’t talk about that.
Instead, it is just a lot of twaddle about how stink men are. It is not fair and men are getting an unfair rap.
As far as I am concerned, Bajan women need to be told in no uncertain terms that they are selfish, unfriendly and suspicious; they gossip too much and believe everything they hear, even without compelling evidence; they don’t know how to really care for a man; they allow their bodies to run to fat after having a child; and they are often boring in bed because they think that being adventurous is the same thing as being worthless.
I make no apologies to anyone for having more than one woman in my life. In fact, I always let whoever I consider the main squeeze know that one woman cannot satisfy me and I will get involved with someone else.
If a woman did not like it when I told her this, she ended the relationship and I went on to someone else.
My attitude is this way because I have seen some good fellows humbled by worthless women. I, too, had my share of blows.
Figure this one: I was involved with a woman who attended the same church as I did. I really cared about her and was even thinking seriously about marriage. But I delayed things because I don’t believe in renting. I told her that we could get engaged and about a year and a half later we would be able to get married as I would have the house by then.
Married another man
Both of us were 24, so we had our whole lives ahead of us. All she had to do was wait.
But not her. Unbeknown to me, she was seeing another guy who went to another church. So after telling me she would think about my proposal, and putting me off whenever I raised the subject, she turned around about four months afterwards and married that man.
You could imagine the amount of talk that generated. I was the laughing stock of everybody.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, you know she invited my mother and sister to the wedding, but not me. And my mother said I should be understanding about the situation as she obviously loved the man more than me.
I always felt though that she should have levelled with me from day one and told me there was somebody else that she was interested in. But no, she went out with me, kissed me a few times, but never told me she used to go out with someone else.
After the cat was out of the bag and I confronted her about her dishonesty, she told me she didn’t want to wait so long to get married.
Can you believe that? Yet, women have the gall to complain that we men are heartless.
Another thing that happened when I was young and foolish was letting a woman who had a child move in with me. We lived together for nearly two years before I decided that it couldn’t work. I took that decision because her child father used to harass her all the time, and she was always milking me to help some member of her family.
My blood boiled
So when I asked her to leave, she got a lawyer to write me asking for compensation of her donation to work done on the house during her residence. To be exact, she was asking for nearly $3 000 – which in the 1980s was a lot of money. And her proof was her name on the bills from Plantations and a record of savings on her credit union.
The truth is, I gave her every cent to pay for that lumber. I did not have a bank account or credit union account in those days, so I gave her the money each week to accumulate on her account and when it was enough she withdrew it to buy the material.
She tried to convince me it was better to get a loan, but I said no to that as I did not want to owe anyone for anything when I completed the house.
In the end, I could not prove otherwise and I had to pay her every cent of that money, though it was never hers.
You could only imagine how my blood boiled to do that.
She lied and robbed me, and got away with it; and there was nothing I could do about it.
From that experience alone, I understood why some men are violent towards women. Violence isn’t the right way to solve anything, but no one likes to be cheated and have no avenue for redress.
Today, that same lying, deceitful woman is a big-up in a certain church. I wonder what she tells couples when she counsels them?
I can go on and on about the wicked things women have done to me and fellows I know, but I think I made my point.
Of course, I expect a barrage of complaints from women about what I said. But that is because the truth always hurts – and women can’t stand being told the truth about their behaviour.
