Exterminate Them!
Don't tell me about “liberation”—I know all about it. Women! Walking about in their pants. Bra-less. Absolutely naked and bra-less.
Some women. You'd think they were—animals! and not angels. The whole caboodle and business is sickening. Just terribly sickening. We ought to begin a mass-transit program of planned extermination of them—planned extermination, but with a certain controlled wildness—swisk! swisk!—in order to rush them up to heaven more quickly. Merely run them in mass into extermination centers, like concentration camps—give 'em the gas—or wire them up and electrocute—and so off to heaven with them. Yes, admit that indeed earth is hell, and so a crash program to egg Jesus down here again for the 'second coming', and so force in the Millennium.
Hell, we've been killing the wrong people all along—all this century. The 200,000,000 and more we've nicely killed in the 20th century have almost all been men. Sooner or later they would have died anyway on their own, still it's no way to run a world. You don't solve population problems by killing men. Men don't beget children; we've got to get at the women.
Think! If only it had been 200,000,000 women—what a world it would be! There'd hardly be any overpopulation or starvation, and only half the overcrowding. We'd have our species down to a nice sweet size.
And if but we would decide to exterminate all our women—bat them dead like bugs or something—there would be no problems at all. In 100 years no problems at all. Paradise. It would save the world.
And probably, it's our only good chance of saving the world—saving it from extermination—from a pollution to death—and atomic destruction—and technological [technically not logical at all] destruction. No men; no women; no Mr. & Mr. Homo Sapiens. . . but life, life and earth would be saved.
And after all, we'd be heroes, wouldn't we? Heroes—and especially the women. Sacrificing their lives—our lives—our entire species—all to save life—and to save the planet, dear dear earth, and get the egg of God's face.
So don't tell me about 'liberation'. I know all about it. Men—and I mean both mankind and men—have been liberated for two hundred thousand years now—we've been totally free—full total freedom, free to do whatever we've willed—and that is just what we've done.
We were so free we sent ourselves to the moon. We built giant castle-cities of steel and white concrete and glass. We're total freedom.
Now women, our housepets, want to be total freedom too. Send women to the moon, they say. Let women design the castle-cities. Ha! Earth is dying under men's freedom—now women want it too. Ha! I say: exterminate them.
Let's free life, which we've made into our tightest-security prison. Let's free life and earth, and let them breathe again.
End this silly slave-revolt of ours—and agree to be owned by life again, and by earth—and wipe the egg off God's face.
