I honestly think, we are all in danger. The whole idea that right wingers are worried about losing their country and status and openly employing racist laws to insure political power speaks to the fear that people are powerless and cannot get their needs met. This alludes to why, I believe, men rape. They feel that they should have what they want, but the reality is they have nothing (Capital) to attract women. Men are supposed to support women financially, but they have become impotent. Women are inherent judges of men, because they determine the worth of men. But, I have also read in one case that a man, as a child, had been abused and in trying to win his mother’s love, donned an apron and “became” his mother in a complicated ritual to act out the love and tenderness he should have had. I cannot speak for men who hate women, but it comes from fear? Revenge? A lack of love? The incapacity of a woman to give it? But, what makes a man hate a woman? Why? I believe fear is the key. Men see themselves in the faces of women. They are like mirrors to their souls. They can judge them and render them incompetent and make them impotent. As a man, I seek to attract love, but I also know that unless I love myself and accept myself, I cannot attract a woman. No one wants a broken record. They want courage and attempts at change and success. Some men, like me, lack the imagination to succeed in terms of things that give them passion, because the world seems to reward a kind of slow, plodding adherence to redundancy. But, I really don’t know. I live deluded with my music and writing. I am a pseudo intellectual with Bachelor degrees and certifications, but no master’s or doctorate. My achievements are below a level of marketability. I sense my own obsolescence. I remain below a line of sight, my own vision coordinated with social expectation and competition. I am the wallflower at the transit station with a small speaker. Or the man with a book at a cafe. I enjoy small pleasures related to beauty (books, art, music, movies…), but dream of attracting a partner. I don’t compromise. I wait. I do not steal or cheat. I understand my place in the world. There is a certain dignity I expect in myself. And I wait. One day I will disappear, and it seems a new breed of man will appear. I sense darkness before the light. After all, a rapist or a man who has to pay for his love, is our president. I do not support him. But, I do see how he gets elected. I think it is by fear, by inadequacy, by low self-confidence.