Have a couple tracts expressing the situation with the wimminz.

I honestly couldn’t think of any blogs from my old men’s movement days where the men were authentic men and not pussy-whipped bitches masquerading as something else, other than yours.

https://stargnoc.com/2017/06/09/when-the-blonde-smiles/

https://stargnoc.com/2017/06/13/still-waters/

If you’ve got any recommendation where men who aren’t afraid to name the bitch hang out, let me know. I’ll check the sidebar.

Gratzi.

1/ Nurture vs nature, genetics control more than just looks, but the nature will be tested by the nurture given by the ever loving psycho skank ho ex, what the end result will be on that fateful day, should it come, I do not know, so wait and see.

2/ There is a time for all things, and there is no point for example in treating a 16 year old like the 2 year old they were when you last saw them, it’s too late for all that and that cup has already been filled.

3/ Be true to yourself, I will also be say 16 to 20 years older, at a time when I would have expected to have completed my *duty*, and depending on many things, possibly embarked upon the freebie extras because the duty paid off, but there will have been nothing of duty or shared experience, we may have the nature in common, but little else.

I suspect any such meeting would be fruitless, for both sides, too much water under the bridge, too much potential comon ground ploughed under by the psycho skank ho ex.

If one of them sliced the psycho skank ho’s throat open I’d meet him at the prison gates on his release day and offer what I could, if it was wanted, because I certainly could not hold it within myself to blame him or judge him for it.

They’ll be in my will, whether they like it or not, should there be anything worth leaving by then.

I was given a choice 9 years ago, walk away and be who I always was, or destroy myself trying to right a wrong that I would never be allowed to prevail against, I chose survival.

It may be craven and cowardly, it may be smart and snake eyes, who knows, it is what it is, all I can do is be honest and open about it, I did not deal the cards or hold the deck, all I had control over was whether I stayed at the table or not, I chose not… hopefully if nothing else that alone will be an example for the little shits.. .;*)

let’s assume your son(s) comes to find you.

do you REALLY think your sons are going to be much different than Doofus Fred? they’re being reared by a psycho skank ho, in the shit whole that your public schooling has turned into. as you say, they may well not know their multiplication tables.

because that’s how and what and why the system and their Narcissistic mother taught them to be.

http://www.daughtersofnarcissisticmothers.com/

how are you going to deal with them then? are you simply going to throw your hands up in the air, say, “not my problem” and walk away from them again?

Doofus Fred is a real problem. i’m not saying you should apprentice Doofus Fred in particular.

what i am suggesting is that you might want to try improving Doofus Fred, simply so you can have some experience and worked out some of the problems before your own sons show up and you have to try to do this on the fly, to people that you nominally should have an interest in.

obviously, this is going to require finding ways to break and retrain Doofus Fred out of his sociological pathologies. and it’s going to require Doofus Fred ( or whomever ) to be *seriously* invested in improving himself.