As an example to all men.

More and more frequently people are writing in their posts that they agree with me, that they recognize the truth of the words I write. I receive private messages where people voice the inspiration they gain from my writings. Gentlemen, I am here to tell you that now is the time.

Do you remember? If you read some of my posts – maybe more carefully, sometimes more casually – you will remember I said time and again: “Some man has to draw the line.”

Well, that time has finally come.

It begins with this small action, but then, as it is with all great movements in life, politics, society, it all begins with a single move. Just like a thunderous, cascading river begins with a tiny droplet of water. May my actions illuminate your paths – for we have dark days ahead of us. May we resist the shit that spoiled contemporary women throw at us, and usher in, steadily and slowly, a reform of our civilization.

This is an email I received:

Marville, okay? Hope you're well!
I need a big task, not add my boyfriend.
And do not talk to him.
I'm ending with him on Friday. Then I added you, I had some problems with that.
But no problem.
I would like you to add Leonard's Academy of Dance, where I worked.
Or Leonard himself. Only adds.
For me! kisses
Excuse me.
Soon I will have more time to talk and explain to you my life!
kisses

*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
Julinda
(¸.•´ *(¸.•`

[[ At this point, we must heed the words of the PUA Ninja: “This is how women work – when something goes wrong in their life, they find the nearest man, and shit on him.” I took this knowledge and acted accordingly. Just watch! ]]

I logged in. She told me that she would break up with her boyfriend Fabian when she saw him. She only accepted my request recently to be added to her friend list on a profile site. This request I had sent a year ago, while she was friends with my mother. So I knew she was active on this site and ignored me. Her boyfriend had found out she added me, she said, and had interrogated her in a jealous and pressing manner. Wanting to know who I was. She would tell him that I met her on Leonard's dancing school. She wanted me to assist in the lie, so that breaking up with him would be easier.

I said: “Did you ever receive my letter, the one I wrote by hand and decorated with small blossoming vines and flowers? You never replied to it – nor did you confirm that you received it. Tell me dear – why on earth would I help you to lie, now that it is convenient for you, while you ignored me when I was alone, suffering, and felt lonely?”

She says: “Marville, know that I suffered a lot by dating a girl in many ways. When I received your email, with me equaling the other women, saying that I was equal to them all, I was very, very upset. And Fabiana, read the letter you sent me, she read before I said some things which were written in the letter, but she did not let me read. She put the letter with her and has not returned me. I suffered a lot with that too. Soon I live alone and be very lonely without internet for over a year. Sometimes I went online, an Internet café. I was so sad to have changed the course of my life, who did not want to know anything more, oh my ex-boyfriend called me several times, and ended up going back to dating him. I lived in his house almost 2 years, and went back to live with my family. In the meantime, I used the profile site, made an account and found your mother, because I never wanted to lose touch with you.”

(At this point I knew this was obviously bullshit, since she could have talked to me at any time, sent an email, use messenger. yet instead added my mother. Then, when the time was right, she added my account, and used this as the reason why “her boyfriend got jealous.” I just wasn’t buying the story.)

I said: “You string together a chain of lies to save your hide. Who do you think I am? I am a politician, it is my job to see through lies (and cook them up, if absolutely necessary ).
1. You read my letter and said I equalled you to other girls (not true), and say at the same time Fabiana destroyed the letter and you could not read it.
2. If you lie to Fabian, you will also lie to me.
3. You probably met Fabian and changed the name to Fabiana so that I would not feel jealous.
4. I added you in the profile site 18 months ago, all this time you could have added me, talked to me, and talked about my letter. It was ME who took up contact with you, because I knew all this time you added my mother.”

She replied: “Think as you see fit, I did not think you were like that! no need to lie. Just to add Leonard, or to add dance school. I know that. But I could have gone the map. But I did not do it because it was never my intention to hurt Nobody, and another. Our friendship has always been important to me!”

I said to her: “ Of course you did not think I was like that. Because when you met me, I was full of love and naivety, I saw the beauty of the world, the richness of the nature, the glow of the sun, and of the warm blood in your cheeks. Surrounded by the lush of life, the magic of the radiance in your dark eyes healed my heart. Yes, often did I revisit those beautiful days in South-America, with your company and your warming smile – they are the most graceful and serene memories that I possess. But my energies have turned darker, the strains on my soul have turned to tears. I longed for a love that was not there, for a relationship more firm that a mere byproduct of chance and occasion. My calls for your affection unanswered and ignored.”

At this point I did the most heroic thing. I looked at the invitation to add me by Fabian, her boyfriend, and wrote to him:
“ Dear Fabian,
I do not know if you speak/write English. Anyway this message is very IMPORTANT for you. I will help you. I will explain why.
I have not accepted your friend request. If I did, Julinda will know I spoke to you. She should not know this, because it gives you an advantage.
Julinda will cook up a bullshit story, that I met her in the dancing school of Leonard. This is not true. I met her because I designed a video game, and she was my playtester in South-America. Then when I travelled there, she and I travelled together for two weeks.
When I got back to my country, she never answered my letters, emails or messages. Now she is planning to BREAK UP with you.
Be warned Fabian, she will break up with you soon.
No guy in the world would help a random person who he has never met over a hot girl.
But I choose to help you because I resist the damage that women cause to the souls, hearts and minds of men.
For three years she pretended I did not exist. Now she thinks she can come back into my life and ask me for my help.
This is what women do: When their life goes to shit, they find the nearest man they can find, and shit on him.
I really hope you read this.
- Marville.”

(She still does not know that I sent this) However, she did write: “You had the opportunity to have it all and grow with that knowledge. You saw that in my country it is too expensive and too far. But not why I let you down. No need to do anything for me. Since suffering that I put in his heart is bigger than all the good I've done for you. And what you want from me? Since your heart is full of hatred! Hatred for me.”

[[ At this point, I had this strange sensation coming over me, a sensation of tranquillity. The sensation that something beautiful is irreparably damaged, like a precious personal amulet shattered to bits. Yet still there is the sweet memory of long forgotten bliss, reminiscent a brief playful melody that fills the warm air of a midsummer day. I saw the darkness within me, felt it, felt it throbbing and pulsing like the blackest tar – the vilest shadow, looming and abyssal. And still felt tranquil, like two good old friends saying goodbye – the tranquillity that comes when everything is as it should be. Amor fati. This is what I have become. ]]

Julinda continued: “Marville . . . I just do not want my boyfriend to know we met in such an unusual way . . . I am sure you can understand that. I prefer to say that you're a friend I met at school Leonard, to having to explain that we had something unusual . . . He will want to know, because the reason to accept you on my profile account. Because it is better for you that I sum of your life. With pain in my heart, would do more to not let you suffer for me. I'm almost crying here, thinking what you must be thinking of me. I'm leaving forever. Need not do anything you do not want. I'm tired of doing things and know that what I did was plant sadness. Make hatred in hearts that are important to me. I do not want it that way. Turns off, it is because the light is fading at home. Do nothing to harm me, please . . . You know me and know I would never do and not do anything to harm you. I can say that we met at the school dance? That's it!”

[[ At this point her powerlessness became obvious, with every sentence, her writing radiated additional despair. I breathed deeply, smelled the scent of the air, inhaled my liberty, the fact of me being alive . . . Filled my lungs with the feeling that crept over me . . . And I felt good. ]]

And I said: "I understand perfectly, my dear, this is not the end. It is only the beginning. ”

May my actions inspire your deeds. May us men regain our unity and rebuild our brotherhood. No longer we will allow ourselves to be pushed around. And whenever you are tempted, you will think of this example. You will take it upon yourself to reflect for a moment about a man who made a stand for a better world. Always feel free to write me a private message or reply to my posts in the forum!

A move for a better world is not a protest, a rebellion, standing in line with a hundred men. A move for a better world only really counts in personal situations, where nothing seems directly at stake, and no-one appears to be watching. But the judgement of history is always watching. A better civilization does not come from exquisite monuments – it is not revealed in towering skyscrapers, rows of luxurious cars filling the streets. No, the brilliance of a civilisation is revealed in what a young man does. That he chooses to sit down, describe his idea, commit it to paper and memory. Just because he had an idea, and considered it important. While he could have been out there, partying with girls, drinking in the sun. But he chose to make a stand for his idea. Because ideas matter.