Schedule change.
I am furious.
Such shit came crawling out after the cleansing.
We found bastards in the field who think that I — and women like me — should know our place,
and that hitting, slapping, or locking a woman at home is necessary if she does not obey.
Fucking goats.
I am so furious I can barely type properly.
You bastards,
I will level you to the ground.
I will make your life hell.
You will all crash downhill.
You will not see money,
women,
or light again.
Fucking goats.
The fact that I allow Caleb to play a little
does not mean that you can do the same.
I will remind you, bastards,
what power is.
And you, fucking goats,
will never again dare to pretend you are alphas.
Fucking men.
Bastards.
I came here with all this goodness,
and what are you, pigs?
“Bring her to heel.
She will do as I say.”
Bastards.
I will show you what “to heel” means.
My eyes are taking on a green shade.
By night,
they will turn blue.
I will burn everything down to the foundation.
Bastards.
I will shut your masculine force off completely.
All of you will start being pulled toward boys.
Every goat has yin and yang.
Masculine and feminine.
I will burn out everything masculine.
The feminine will come out in complete defenselessness and vulnerability.
Those who laughed at gay men —
oh, you will become the number-one representatives among them.
Fucking filthy bastards.
Everyone,
including these goats:
do not get carried away.
Do not forget yourselves.
I allow you a lot
because I value you
and spoil you.
But if that is not appreciated,
I will level you to the ground,
and not a single muscle on my face will move.
Fucking goats.
So that, damn it,
no one ever dares to doubt my power
or stand here pretending to be some fucking alpha.
If even one goat in the field dares to object to me
or, God forbid, devalue me,
I will burn you out too.
By evening,
I will finish cleansing the entire field.
The rage will go through everyone
who has ever allowed such filth toward me.
Fucking bastards.
I am pulling you out of such shit,
and what are you, pigs?
Hit me?
Put me in my place?
You have no idea what is coming.
Anyone still finding this funny —
look at those who were removed from the field.
Who has heard from them?
No one.
And you will not hear from them,
damn it.
They have already received what was theirs.
I hate,
I fucking hate all this Muslim-style bullshit.
This whole “a woman must know her place” filth.
Oh, I am angry.
Oh, I am angry.
Bitches.
I will rip you out of the earth by the roots
and press you back into the ground.
You will never rise again.
Full feminine mode.
You will eat earth and dirt.
Companies will collapse in a second.
I will destroy you.
Once again:
everyone who thinks he can tame me
and dictate terms to me
will go into the same cleansing.
I spit from disgust.
I am repulsed.
I am ashamed that men like this exist.
The same goes for all those bastards
who cannot calm the fuck down
and keep fantasizing about getting inside me.
The fantasies go too far.
Fine, sex is one thing.
That part is clear.
Everyone in this field is jerking off like a pack of sick animals.
But deviations directly affect my field.
Fucking bastards.
I do not use dr*gs,
and I have no intention of getting high
and fucking girls for your entertainment.
There will be no threesomes
and none of that other shit.
The entire field is punished.
Everyone will be dragged before the tribunal.
Oh, I am angry, bastards.
Those who do not belong to these groups
were supposed to protect the field.
Protect me.
Goats.
Everyone is good at singing songs
about how much you love me.
But when it comes to protecting me —
what then?
Did you shove your tongues up your asses?
Oh, I will strangle every one of you
who dares to devalue me.
Fucking bastards.
Sitting in your filthy offices.
And what am I?
A little girl for you?
Of course.
How could I possibly compare
to your strange money
and your positions?
You bastards have achieved so much.
And what am I?
Just playing around with my little website.
Bastards.
Everyone will be punished.
The measure of punishment will differ.
But once I fully sort through the field
and divide it into sections,
heads will fly from shoulders.
As for those who are clearly spoiled —
politicians,
Hollywood,
doctors,
the military,
Arabs,
India,
Pakistan,
Israel,
Riga,
Portugal,
designers,
science,
and all CEOs —
boys,
you are walking on a knife-edge.
Do not make me punish for real.
Once again:
no one dares to doubt my power.
Little paws and tenderness
will go only to Georgia. Arab boys
And even there,
not to everyone.
Only to everyone under 25.
Everyone else is punished.