All Vows

I once swore a New Year's oath to no longer deal with low testosterone men. I lost a few business contacts and a lot of drama.

Only those who welcome fight, ignore pain, meet setbacks with redoubled will, and keep their eye on victory regardless of cost create the conditions for lasting victory. The timid, overthinking, and measured will compromise you with their castrated approach, coming at all things with whining, nagging, begging, pleading, idle theory, and jolly dances of ritual panic. With them on your side, the battle is lost before it starts.

They are unsuited for war, eager to ingratiate the enemy, prostrate themselves before tyrants, sell the village into bondage, obey corrupt priests, dwell on spectating and petty gossip, create rules and false knowledge from superstition, turn over oppositionists to occupiers, and react to every strip of chaff thrown their way. They mean well, wanting to make others happy with their helpfulness, a useful idiocy unaware of the corroding destruction they invite inside the community gates.

A few determined men can accomplish more than legions of screaming effetes.

It was a victorious oath.