Babies As Weapons

There was a time back in the day---back, back, back in the day; around the 15th and 16th century. In this time period, men were men. They were feverishly bold, wholly tyrannical and saturated with excessive pride. Their word meant their own life, their honor meant live or die, and their mission meant succeed or fail until death.

In their pursuits and plunders, mistakes and blunders, there was something that kept them from "losing it all"; something more powerful than any man in that period of time could ever believe had such great power, grace and healing. Something that was always there, always focused on the man, and always on his side: A woman.

And when a man allowed his pride to swallow him whole, to destroy all in his path, to threaten in any way imaginable his territory, it was his woman who gave him reason. It was a woman who calmed his fury, it was a woman who sedated his every sadistically entranced abomination of that which caused him his grief. A woman released him and his burden. Because of this, a man then became a real man. This is how it used to be.

Now, it's a woman by his side that wants to "talk about his feelings", even though he may not be interested in doing so. It is a woman who now wants to force a man's opinion on his wreckless instincts, without her own self-control to be patient and await his yearning for this apparent need.

It is a woman who is gleening and attempting to put a fire out before it ever gets started in the first place, quenching even the slightest male instinctual behavior. While viewed as a noble pursuit for modern women parallel to these current times, modern woman has gone too far to achieve this end; in as much as the man has gone too far up to and including the 70's feminist revolution.

A balance and a crossroad must be found between these two extremes before it is too late. Solve this puzzle.

XenoSapien