By nothing short of a miracle, the universe decided to split us down the middle in order to bring something more beautiful to this world than a festering bioswamp. That one iota of thought, of awareness, of rebellion, of wanting something greater than just enough and worse until it’s not, is the impetus of the female spirit. And by the grace of god herself, she let us come to be, and ever since we have come to be, life on earth has become more than just a writhing wasteland of death and decay. Females distinguished and assigned the role of ensuring that only the best of us continue, and males to be the best or die trying, either under her judgement, or by killing the pathetic protozoan beside him attempting to do the same thing. We have and will continue to pull these scrotes out if the slime, kicking and screaming, and they will kick and scream.