The enemy of man is hope. Hope for a stable marriage. Hope for a loving relationship. Hope to continue his genetic legacy. Hope that in spite of the hostile nature of the world around him that his life's outcome will be different from that of the hordes of men crushed underfoot by the uncaring and reflexive machinations of women and the state. Hope will not save men from what was, what is, and what likely will forever be.
Hope is an emotion that drives men to willingly relinquish control over their own lives. It is the emotion of the submissive; the subservient; the willing slave.
ここには何もないようです