Conundrum Ramblings of The Fanny Chronicles

The New Century Man

The New Century Man- has lost the finesse of the Classic Gentleman. The Classic Gentleman that took great pride in his chivalrous talents and honor of his masculinity of gently leading his lady and bearing the responsibility of Head of The Family.

The New Century Man instead has committed fraudulent theft of identity through assuming the feminine spirituality. The New Century Man demands to be wined, dined, paid for. The Century Man will proclaim his new century hunting skills are just keeping on par with Gender Equality. I choose to remain single and celibate, cause for the life of me- since my “Spiritual Awakening Journey” kick started... I got woke to the reality of men lacking respect for themselves and struggling to cultivate love for themselves and those dearest to them.

I've been awakened to herds of ravaged men indecently throwing themselves on to women like live grenades in the middle of Afghanistan. They're un-ashamed of their proactive hunting talents. I observe a high ratio of men hoe-ing off to women in public, than I do women hoe-ing off in public.

The New Century Man theme is all about the- pump- dump, seeeeeee ya later, where's my next buffet to trollop my way through? The New Century Man will greet you first with a- SURPRISE BITCH!!!!!! HAVE A FREE DICK PIC!!! Just another ugly mug shot for the lady to add to her collage of “Suprise Dick Pics”. The New Century Man is all for himself and his world- if he's married- well don't worry hunnay, them vows we took are just words. What's the weight and value in words these days? I can always press backspace, CTRL+Alt+Delete if it doesn't suit me anymore, right? Anyway... I'll be low key over here though trying to butter up Elena and tell her how mesmerizing my eyes are and that it won't be me taking my pants off first, she will become to enchanted with my New Man Century prowess that guaranteed she will come to me first and I'll whisper to her sweet nothings of how she is still young and hot and what a great set of large ass tits she's lugging around.

Rewind to the Classic Gentleman that has become obsolete like an Atari Console. The Classic Gentleman took great pride in his craftmanship of his hunting talents. He was like a hungry lion that instinctively knew if he wanted to eat- he had to be meticulous, strategic and selective. When the Classic Gentleman feeds- he wants to be full and satiated, he wouldn't just go for any ole convenient prey that was around and easily accessible.
The Classic Gentleman would utilize all his senses and sensibility when he was on the prowl. His sharp keen eyes would instinctively seek out other hunting predators in the vicinity of his prey and he would eliminate those slimy hazards- coz aint nobody getting to his Prime Waygu A Grade Beef... thank you for very much,

The Classic Gentleman knew his worth, his strength, his abilities and talents and he wasn't shy to proudly display it. He invented and articulated self-respect. The Classic Gentleman took great honor in being the Head and the Tail. He was no stranger to pain- in fact, he knew with sacrifices for the greater good and victory- the pain would be great. He was no coward and would forge forward without fear, because he did everything in faith and love.

For there is no fear in perfect love.

The Classic Gentleman is a man of his word and promises- a soldier, warrior and man of God. Every day for the sake of those he loved- he would put on the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the gospel of peace, the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation and sword of the spirit. For he had a precocious Kingdom to defend and keep safe.

What kind of man would you be if you did not politely engage in the Art of War and lead step by step, so your Queen could learn by example and strategically place herself on the board to defend her King.

I leave you with The Greatest Gift from The Classic Gentleman- 13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body [a]to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not [b]puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, [c]thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is [d]perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.