Men: When the Instrument Lacks Spirit, Rely on Viagra; When Lacking the Spirit of the Instrument, Castration Is Due!
This lady has always despised male apes, especially men whose instruments lack spirit, but even more so men who lack the spirit of the instrument! Men: when the instrument lacks spirit, rely on Viagra; when lacking the spirit of the instrument, castration is due! Contemporary men come in only two varieties: those whose instruments lack spirit, or those who lack the spirit of the instrument -- and the latter has long been the defining characteristic of contemporary men.
Viagra's rampant popularity has already laid bare the male apes whose instruments lack spirit on the sacrificial altar, letting all women know about the infinite flaccidity behind men's bluster! When a Northeast pervert pathetically mumbles "those who use it know" -- men are already utterly destroyed!
More importantly, if physiological flaccidity can be covered up with Viagra and "those who use it know," psychological flaccidity cannot be concealed. Apart from innately trembling and going cold in front of women, men truly have nothing worth showing off. And this trembling, this cold war, has now degenerated to the point of needing Viagra and "those who use it know" for support. Men -- just castrate yourselves and be done with it!
Even if under the power of Viagra and "those who use it know" men's instruments occasionally show some spirit, men have collectively forgotten what the spirit of the instrument even is -- collective spiritual impotence! In this lady's view, although the extinction of male apes is inevitable as technology advances, during these remaining days of their lingering existence, if men are all this pathetic, women's victory comes with far too little fun, far too boring. Defeating a bunch of male apes whose instruments lack spirit (relying on Viagra) and who lack the spirit of the instrument (deserving castration) brings zero sense of accomplishment!
Male apes! Let this lady cultivate you into more worthy opponents. Let me teach you the long-lost scripture of cultivation: every morning, upon rising, set your instruments straight, gaze at them, and meditate on the spirit they embody -- can be long or short, thick or thin, extending or retracting, soft or hard... Study well the spirit of the instrument. If you can't even match your own instruments, you truly aren't even worth a bird. How can you qualify as women's opponents? Go practice self-castration!