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Manhood is under assault. Where once men of all races, creeds, and continents could rest assured that such things as competitions with winner and losers, fondness for the voluptuous bodies of women, and widespread verbal and physical pummelings were accepted and celebrated, now we have musical chairs with the same number of children as chairs, are instructed to keep our eyes trained upon the floor in the presence of attractive women lest our eyes seem lecherous and are subjected to “put-up” contests as opposed to put-downs. A feminized society instructs us to abandon all precepts that our thoughts, desires, and delights are any different at all from that of a woman. Do this and we are bestowed the title of society’s flaccid favorite, the metrosexual. The newly favored man is not really a man at all, but a hairless, effeminate, germ-fearing, meatless-eating, exfoliating, wristband-wearing woman of the worst order. We as men are told that we must embrace the sacred feminine in ourselves, even if it doesn’t actually exist, and become the very quintessence of women, plus penises. This situation is untenable. Put plainly, a man divided against himself cannot stand.
Maniquette comes as men across the world cling to the last vestiges of our masculinity. Forget global warming, the war on terror, and the possibility of avian flu. All of these events combined could not equal the pain of the slow drip of manhood’s path to obscurity. We seven authors of this book have taken our stand on the shores of masculinity and woe unto anyone who continues to paddle (with arm floaties) along the fervent surf of the feminine onslaught. We see you there with shaved legs, no underarm hair, and a face so clean shaven you could still suckle on your mother’s teat without raising her ire. We see you… and we can’t stand you.
Within these pages you will find nothing less than the key to life. Follow the rules of Maniquette and shortly you will find yourself afloat on a sea of happiness unlike any you have known before. Women who previously had believed they wanted a larger Adam’s-appled version of themselves as a companion will throw themselves at your feet. Your forty-time will decrease and your bench-press will increase. You may even get drafted. It is entirely possible that you will kill an animal and eat it raw like the great and ancient predator you are. Slowly, the world around you will change, revealing all its many competitions, voluptuous women, and physical and verbal pummelings which you had forgotten you so richly enjoyed. We have seen the power of the 431 Maniquette rules in this book. It has changed all our lives. We beseech you, join the Maniquette movement and discover the freedom of truly being a man. If you don’t, the world will continue its slovenly slouch towards the eradication of masculinity. Until, mark our words, one young boy will be born fifteen years hence and, quite simply, his testes will never descend. Ever. Don’t let this boy be your son/girl. |
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