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Titled, “How to make feminism great again”, author Christina Hoff Summers calls the baby named feminism ugly as f~~~.
Hillary Clinton’s defeat is wreaking havoc in the sisterhood. Celebrity feminists are especially distraught. “Girls” star Lena Dunham developed hives and fled to Sedona for spiritual renewal. Katy Perry took to Twitter to declare “THE REVOLUTION IS COMING.” For feminist icon Robin Morgan, the election is proof that “a diseased patriarchy is in a battle to the death with women.”
But less excitable analysts are drawing more sober conclusions: Perhaps the women’s movement is too elitist and out of touch with ordinary citizens, especially working-class women. That seems right, but I would go one step further. Today’s feminism is not merely out of touch with everyday Americans; it’s out of touch with reality. To survive, it’s going to have to come back to planet Earth.
First of all, it’s time to stop calling the United States a patriarchy. A patriarchy is a system where men hold the power and women do not. Women do hold power in the United States — they lead major universities and giant corporations, write influential books, serve as state and federal judges and even manage winning presidential campaigns. American women, especially college-educated women, are the freest and most self-determining in human history. Why pretend otherwise?
Because it was never about equality and more about superiority. Thanks for writing this but for some of us it is too late.
Today’s women’s movement also needs to reckon with the fact that men struggle just as much as women. Modern life is a complicated mix of burdens and advantages for each sex. Too often, feminism focuses on gender inequities among elites: CEOs, MIT astrophysicists, U.S. senators. It is true that there are too few women in those positions, but we need to consider the entire workforce for context. Most backbreaking, lethally dangerous jobs — roofer, logger, roustabout and coal miner, to name a few — are done by men.
It is men — especially working-class men — who are disproportionately crushed, mutilated, electrocuted or mangled at work. Activists lament the dearth of women in the Fortune 500, but they fail to mention the Unfortunate 4,500 — the approximate number of men killed on the job every year.
Finally someone sees this. Too bad the masses are blind in their self righteous bulls~~~. But seriously, this isn’t going to change my opinion on self improvement. Quite frankly, I don’t need women, feminism, or their supporters. Check out the full article below.
If it costs you your peace of mind, then it is too expensive.
New member here. Figured I’d tell some of my stories.
I’m a pretty young guy, I’m only 27 years old, but throughout college and my early 20’s, I’ve had more than enough relations~~~s for my liking. Some of them were short term and a few were long term. As the title suggests, this will be about the cheating whore, the pyscho, and the gold digger. Sorry in advance, this is going to be a long one.
The Cheating Whore
The Cheating Whore was my first long term relationship. This started during my junior year of college. I met a girl on campus who was a few years younger than me. I was 21 years old and she had just turned 18 years old. We were together for about two years and at the time I thought it was a good relations~~~. I was still in my early years of dating so obviously I was naive and blinded by all of the typical things a woman does in a relations~~~. I should have known that this situation would have turned out the way it did, considering that this girl enlisted in the Army ROTC program on campus. As many of you probably understand, a woman in real standards can be a 5 or 6 on the hotness scale, but once she enters a field, which is largely dominated by the male population, she instantly believes she’s an 8, 9, or even a 10 with all of the c~~~ being thrown her way.I remember when dating this girl, she would constantly tell me how all of these ARMY ROTC guys in her platoon would hit on her. On several occasions she told me how ARMY guy A would say that she should break up with me and date him or how ARMY guy B wanted to f~~~ her. When these things happened, she went out of her way to say that she rejected them, but I should have taken note of the way she brought these things up. Obviously I didn’t do what I should have done, but I did call her out on her bulls~~~ and even had a few words with one of the guys. So after being almost two years into our relations~~~, she dropped a bomb on me. She was from another state but lived on campus throughout the year. During winter break she went home to visit her family. During that break, I went to visit her and that’s when I learned something that would unknowingly set me on the path to change. During my visit we were out on a drive when she told me that she had to come clean with something. This is how the conversation went (almost sounded like the intro to a Jerry Springer skit), “You know I love you, but I went to a party with my friends and I got drunk. I think I slept with someone, but my friends say I didn’t”. I thought to myself, “How the hell can you think that, but at the same time think otherwise because your friends say you didn’t?”. Needless to say, I made the right choice and broke up with her. A few months later I learned through Facebook that she was f~~~ing other guys right after we broke up.
But I got my revenge.
Almost a year after breaking up with the Cheating Whore, I ran into her at a coffee shop. It was at this time she came up to me and started her chit chat. “Oh hey! How are you!”, she said. I proceeded to tell her how I had graduated, found a great job in my career field, and that I was doing great. Looking back on this, Tom Leykis is 100% accurate in saying that all women care about is fame, money, and power. When I told her all of this she was sucked in. We hung out a few times and I knew that she was dating a new guy. Of course, he was in the ARMY too. This is where I got my revenge. One day she invited me over to her apartment, needless to say, I did the pump and waited for the dump. She became infatuated with me all over again and even broke up with her boyfriend. At this point, I pumped it a few more times and then dumped it only to leave her with nothing. She was destroyed and the mission was accomplished.The Psycho
The Psycho was one of those chicks I met on an online dating website. Over the years, I’ve tried these and I’ve concluded that they’re a total waste of time and money. After pumping and dumping the Cheating Whore, I had a few hookups and did my thing for a few months. I decided to see what the online dating world had to offer. That’s when I met The Psycho. The Psycho at first didn’t seem like a psycho. She was educated, came from a wealthy family, had her own money, and she could cook, clean, etc. For about 8 months our relations~~~ was without issue…that is…until we moved in together. Once we moved in together, I started to see who she really was. I had never lived with a woman before so this was a new experience for me. This chick would start throwing tantrums over anything and everything. Forget to put the toilet seat down? Argument! Didn’t clean something the “right way”? Argument! The list goes on. I slowly learned that this woman was an emotional wreck and her psychological and emotional abuse only got worse. We went on vacation to Mexico, which her rich mother paid for, and it was probably one of the worst times I’ve ever had. It was my first vacation. Up until then, I couldn’t afford to take one on my own. During the vacation all we did was argue and fight. Had I not been drunk on the beach every day, I’m sure I would have gone mad. Once we got back to the states, things continued to decline. The psycho was slowly pushing everyone out of my life. My friends, my family, coworkers, everything.There came a time when I wanted to visit family or have them come over. She would play mind games by saying, “If you want to visit them or have them come over fine…but I’m not going or I’m not going to be here when they are”. The times I did what I wanted, I paid. I was slowly becoming depressed over this situation and I blame myself for getting into that mess. I felt trapped having been with this woman for about two years. Since this was the first person I had ever lived with, it felt more difficult to just get up and leave. One night she and I had visited her parents. I of course was drunk because that was the only way to tolerate The Psycho and her bulls~~~. It was during this time that the Psycho’s mother suggested that a family trip to Paris France would be fun. She offered to pay for the trip and asked if I wanted to go. I don’t know how someone in my situation would have said, “No”, even though I knew I couldn’t afford all of the bulls~~~ that came with that “all expenses paid” trip. I agreed to go and a few hours later, The Psycho’s mother approached me in secret.
The Psycho’s mother came up to me and asked, “So since we are going to Paris France, I was wondering if you had thought about proposing to my daughter…It’s her dream to get proposed to in front of the Eiffel Tower”. Being a drunk dumbass, I said “yes”. So there I was a couple of weeks before the trip. The Psycho’s mother planned a “trick” window shopping event where The Psycho would get an opportunity to look at wedding rings. You know what I’m talking about right? Well anyways, The Psycho picked out this one band that was over $10,000 USD. I was like, “No way in hell I can afford that”. Her mother said to me, “Don’t worry, my daughter wants her grandmother’s diamond (which was a ridiculously sized diamond valued at over $40,000 USD) and all you have to do is pay for the band…You can afford it…Take out a loan”. When I told her I actually couldn’t afford it, she purchased the band for her daughter and said I could pay her back at a later time. Wow.
The trip finally came. Again it was filled with arguments and fights. I had my cell phone stolen from the hotel room. Awesome. I finally proposed and I thought to myself, “What the f~~~ am I doing?”. When we got back to the states, The Psycho’s attitude completely changed. She didn’t wear the engagement ring, the sex stopped, she became more emotional, and there were so many issues with her, she wouldn’t talk. I then learned that she was going through my things, including my computer, so I decided to return the favor. I knew something wasn’t right. I went on her computer and luckily for me, Apple Computers sync text messages from your cell phone. I read through all of her messages and found that she and her mother were talking s~~~ about me and my entire family. She was also being very secretive and was doing things behind my back. So what did I do? I confronted her about it. She immediately screamed at me, called her mom on the phone, yelled “He read my f~~~ing text messages”, hung up the phone, and kicked me out of the house. I went back to my parents house and didn’t talk to her for a few days. I then grew a pair of b~~~~ and called everything off. She tried to suck me back in by sending gifts and what not. I guess once she realized it was over she had to make a final move. She drove to my parents house and waited outside. I knew what she was trying to do and I understood all of the false claims she could make against me to get revenge, so I didn’t go outside. Eventually, my younger brother who could pass as my twin had to leave the house. He jumped in his car and drove off really fast to get away from her. She followed in her Mercedes rich bitch car and nearly ran him off of the road. At that point, I had to file a police report. It was over. That following day, I rented a moving truck, packed my s~~~ up, and was gone for good.
The Gold Digger
After The Psycho, I took a break for a year. I needed time to get back on my feet. I also needed time to start paying off the $15,000 in credit card debit I had acquired from buying high priced furniture, dinners, clothes, gifts, etc for The Psycho. After a year I was ready to move on. This is when I got involved with The Gold Digger. The Gold Digger was a girl I had dated briefly in high school for about a month. It was one of those teenage relations~~~s that never went anywhere. Anyways, I came across her and man was she smoking hot. She also happened to be very interested in me when she learned about my career. If you haven’t guessed by my avatar, I work in law enforcement. So the Gold Digger was instantly hooked. She did however let me know how I “treated her badly” during our high school relations~~~, but she joked about it more than anything. I should have taken this as a sign that she might be out for revenge, but she had the nicest body and biggest t~~~ I had ever seen so I decided to stick with it.At the time, The Gold Digger had finished her bachelors in marriage and family therapy down at the University of Tampa and moved back home to my state. I thought to myself, well she studied this field so how bad can she be in a relations~~~? Damn I was wrong. She was working as a waitress and applying to graduate school at the time and we started to date. I learned that she had been single for a few months after breaking things off with a long term boyfriend. She was living with him and had to move back home with her parents. Another red flag. So as a guy trying to hit one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever been with, I did what I had to do to get on her good side. She made me feel like a jerk for how I was in high school so I bent over backwards for her. I helped her move out of her parents house into an apartment. Luckily for me, I learned my lesson with The Psycho and didn’t offer to join. Once I moved her in to her apartment the issues started. It was a hot August day and her apartment was in an un-air conditioned house on the top floor. Her room was hot as hell and honestly, sweaty smashing didn’t sound good to me. I offered to buy her a window air conditioner. She said, “Noooo, you don’t have to do that! I’ll buy one myself!”. A few days went by and the heat got worse. I said, “Hey, let’s go look at air conditioners since we’re out on the road!” and she agreed. Once we found one she liked, I said, “Now all you have to do is buy it”. She immediately got angry and left the store. I found out that she was mad that I expected her to buy it when I had offered to buy one, but she told me not to. WTF?
So eventually we moved past that point. I took her on vacations, brought her out to dinner, casino, bought her things, etc. All dumb blue pill guy stuff. This is when she started p~~~ing me off and I began to wake up. One night I went to the restaurant she worked at for dinner. I went in for dinner to see her before my shift started and she sat me down next to a table of other guys. She gave me a kiss and all of that nonsense. The guys next to me obviously knew we were together. Once they left, she gathered their check and started to laugh. I said, “What’s so funny?”. She proceeded to show me the receipt where one of the douchebags put his number on it and said call me. Naturally, I got p~~~ed and asked why she felt the need to laugh about this and show me. This started a huge argument because she felt I didn’t trust her. Give me a break. A few more fights later we broke up. Then we started talking again and tried to make things work. One night she called me and told me that one of her coworkers had stabbed her husband in the back with a kitchen knife. I said, “Wow, that really sucks…she’s in some big trouble”. The Gold Digger asked, “Can’t she claim self defense?!”. Seriously guys…think about that for a second…you can probably guess what my response was. After I answered her, she called me heartless, an emotional terrorizer, and said I never did anything for her and that I was good for nothing. Really? Well that’s nice. Needless to say we broke up. I started messing around after her with this one chick and left it as a casual pump and dump.
I know that was long, thanks for reading. It was after all of the above nonsense that I decided to just stay single. Red pill is a life changer. Looking back on all of this, everything I’ve heard others say is 100% true. Hopefully someone gets something out of my stories.
Where I am Today
I’m happy to say that I’ve paid off all of my credit card debt. I paid off one student loan and I’m working on the others. I’ve got a bunch of money in my savings and 401K and it appears that by the end of 2017 I’ll have all student loans and my truck loan paid off. House here I come!Topic: Lost,but still found.
I started going my own way before I was old enough to drink — well before I was old enough to realize the journey I was actually taking.
She was pretty, seemed into me, and I genuinely enjoyed being around her. I enjoyed who I was when I was around her. So much so that I asked her to marry me; she said yes, we celebrated, spent the holidays together, made plans, and when the new year came I rushed to spend it with her. All but ran up to her apartment, opened the door, and saw that she was… gone.
Gone gone.
Not a single item of furniture.
No calls.
No texts.
No fight.
No “Dear John” letter.Her own parents were stunned. Her friends played stupid.
She reached out to me months later, gave me something akin to an apology. I told her I’d slept with one of her friends (which I had) and somehow our conversation ended with me apologizing for jumping into bed with her disloyal skank of a friend, instead of discussing why there was an “ex” in front of “fiance” in the first place.
So, I slept with her friend again; you know, to clear my head. Learned, in the process, there wasn’t even another guy involved: my fiancee had simply wanted to move across the country more than she wanted to be with me, had her “I’m about to settle down” freak out, and forgot to talk to me about it.
I took off across the country, like she had, just headed for different states and into the arms of different women. In no particular order, there was the good little Catholic girl (read: absolute slut), the drug addict, the surfer, the druggie who committed herself to an institution (possibly the only girlfriend I’ve had I still respect), the bipolar chick, the cheater, the other cheater, the other other cheater, the one who was cheating with me on her boyfriend and I didn’t realize it until we inadvertently met (fun day, justice was well-served), the one who might have been a unicorn (and wasn’t), the one who thought she was a unicorn (and definitely wasn’t), and the hippie.
Almost got married again. Sabotaged at least half of those relationships, right when the signs of “I want to talk about settling down” started to crop up.
Gave it one final shot last year, when I met a woman who really was everything she purported to be. Nerdy, passionate, successful, sharp. I was enthralled… which is why I didn’t have the kids conversation until we’d been together a few months. I was 31 and she was 34 so — as you can imagine — it went from 0 to 60 nuclear f~~~ing bombs in a matter of seconds.
Ever seen those massive arrays of dominoes? The ones that form a picture when all the tiles are laid flat? They all start with just this small, single flick of the finger against an innocuous little piece of ivory.
“I’m having kids in the next two years, regardless of my relationship status.”
*flick*
18 years. 18 years since my first girlfriend, since I first knew what a kiss was, what a boob felt like, what I thought was supposed to be a, if not the, driving factor of manhood for me. I did the math: if I’d placed just one domino for every hour of 18 years, I’d have an array of 157,680 dominoes all precariously stood upright, waiting for the inevitable moment one of them hit another. And this woman made the tip, just knocked the whole goddamn thing down, and I had the the most obvious of choices to make:
Bend and pick up the pieces?
Or strike a match and watch it all burn?
I decided on using thermite instead of an accelerant.
It ended as badly as you’d think; she accused me of being even worse than her ex-husband (who cheated on her… with a trannie), explained how despicable I was for not wanting children, etc. etc. ad nauseum.
So I sort of drifted. I’m still sort of drifting. I discovered the anti-SJW movement shortly after, which led me directly to MGTOW, of which all roads eventually pointed to here. I shut down my dating profiles, quit Facebook, told some fairweather friends to pound sand, dove into work, upgraded my PC rig, worked on my car, worked on myself. I start a new and better job in just a couple weeks.
But I also grappled — still grapple, arguably — with some scars, cleaned up some old wounds, asked myself the sort of challenging and uncomfortable questions that make it tough to meet your own eyes in the mirror, let a lot of anger and indignation burn through all of it.
I don’t feel empty and I don’t feel at peace, but I feel closer to it. I can see the dawn breaking and I feel like I’ve found not just who I am, but who I want to be and even where I want to be.
But I have no idea where to go from here.
There’s no princess to pluck out of the castle (though no shortage of dragons to fight off), no kids to struggle for, no family who needs me to provide, no “special girl” to be reaching for on some faraway, ephemeral horizon. I feel utterly lost without it. And while it’s great in the sense that I didn’t need a gruesome divorce with a battleaxe of an ex to see the light, I’m still at a loss of what to do and where to go from here. 3 decades and change now, all spent with this goal just over the horizon for me to aim for and… well, I want to live for something. I just don’t know what anymore.
I’ll end my rambling here, but I wanted to reach out to my brothers in spirit I never knew I had until it was nearly too late, if only to admit to someone that I feel… displaced… and I don’t have the pride or shame left to cop to it.
I don’t feel hopeless and I know my answers will come to me in time. It’s just that my local library is fresh out of copies of “Society: What To Do After You Tell It To F~~~ Off”, so if anyone’s got some cliff notes or wrote a different thesis on it, I’m all ears.
"Almost the main work of life is to come out of our selves, out of the little dark prison we are all born in... The danger is that of coming to love the prison." ~ C.S. Lewis
There were times that I wasn’t sure that I could survive the divorce process. It was brutal, more expensive than I could have imagined, emotionally damaging and depressing. I used to sit in the courtyard of my apartment building, smoking a cigar, trying to conjure up an image of a livable future. She dragged it out to make it as painful for me as possible, nearly bankrupted me, all for my having the audacity to leave her. The financial toll will be difficult for years to come, but at least I’m a doer, not a spender…I have enough “toys” to enjoy my free time and no expensive luxury tastes or hobbies.
My health has improved in the past year, my mental state is very good, and my financial prospects are better than I had hoped. The monthly alimony is a painful permanent cost, particularly since the ex-wife has NO obligation to do anything to support herself, but it’s the deal with which I was stuck. Long-term marriage? Permanent alimony, at least until I can retire. That’s the system, and I had no choice. But at least she doesn’t get any part of my annual salary increases.
This past weekend was my one-year anniversary of the final divorce decree. I spent it enjoying a trip with a woman who is more than a decade and a half younger than me, who eagerly had sex every evening and morning…and any other time that I want it.
Another woman of long acquaintance (*ahem*), closer to my age, has asked me to join her for a holiday night together at a nice hotel, at her expense. Like the younger one, she will ensure that I am well-satisfied anytime that I like.
Neither of them expect – – nor will receive – – any expensive gifts for Christmas. I have a strict limit of $100 per woman for the holiday. That will be spent on activities, not trinkets. They both thoroughly understand that I will never marry again, nor cohabitate, and that any discussion of the “Where is this relationship going?” or “Where do you see us in xx years?” will be cause for immediate relationship termination. It keeps things simple and enjoyable.
This isn’t what I had expected my life to be like, a year after the final decree, but it’s a good life…one that I want to live, that fills me with optimism again. Not the “I won the mega-bucks lottery!” type of happiness, but a warm pleasure in knowing that life can be simple and enjoyable again. I will be able to enjoy my hobbies and activities with no one at home to have to account to for my time, to nag me, to lessen my enjoyment of a peaceful, productive and satisfying life.
For those brothers still trapped on the plantation, I can assure you that the difficult journey was worth the trip. I wish you all of the best luck in your own transition. For those young bucks who haven’t yet fully accepted the red pill, think about this…my divorce will cost me about half a million dollars, counting everything. My retirement lifestyle will be much more frugal than I had hoped. Do you think ANY woman is worth that expense?
Topic: My Journey to MGTOW Update
Just want to share some info with those still married, those still not convinced marriage is a mistake, and proof to those that did not marry that they made the right choice. Here’s a quick tally of latest experiences:
– Filed for liberating “D” back in June
– Snowflake begged for chance to change. I made no guarantees to stay and made agreement for my full space and freedom. Split all assets and separated bank accounts and credit cards
– Been five months now
– Did things change? No, not really. Sex was better. She lost weight and looks great but that’s a back door plan for hooking a new beta
– How was I repaid for this chance? Constant accusations of cheating, lashing out with pettiness and venom like a snake about any and all subjects. The divorce can not possibly be because of her. It has to be some other reason than her s~~~ty behavior and attitude
– Mutually agreed upon sex has turned into me using her and being cruel, even though we had discussion up front that it was meeting both our needs
– Few weeks ago I stated I can’t stay married any longer. She said that’s not good enough and it’s over. Time to get things moving
– The real c~~~ finally came out
– Refused to use mediator a day before appointment with her
– Pouring on the shaming language of leaving my kids, because I want to move to another state where the majority of my family is. She won’t let me take son, and then accuses me of leaving him
– Compares my parents’ faults with me as I now carry the cross of all my relatives’ past mistakes. For example, my dad left my mom when I was one years old. My oldest is almost 19 and my youngest is 16 1/2. Real comparison there. I couldn’t help but call her a retard for that one
– I can’t leave the house, because it is too f~~~ing expensive to pay on that and rent a place. It must be sold
– Even if I left it for sanity purposes, I don’t trust her to make payments and get ready to sell properly. Too GD irresponsible for that
– Accused me of moving to another state to pay less child support, even though its the same f~~~ing percentage of gross income and the salaries are just generally lower
– I told her that she will be so relieved after divorcing me…silence for several minutes…followed with me telling her she is just angry…more silence
– Refuses to work with realtor I requested and went apes~~~ on him when he showed up, even though she knew he was coming and agreed
– I have to endure all this s~~~ because I have a good amount of equity in this house that I could use to really reboot my life somewhere else
– I will probably have to get an attorney at this point. Sadly, we will waste several thousand dollars to finalize this s~~~Gentlemen, never ever f~~~ing get married. JFC!! It could be so much worse. I understand that, but I almost think it would be better if she was a cheating whore that just ran off with a Chad. In fact, I would prefer it. When they don’t want to let you go, you are f~~~ing doomed. Women HATE being dumped, especially when married. It will never be their fault. The social programming and HIVE mentality is strong with the force. So strong, I think they use force powers to get mangina judges to give them everything they want, and everyone around them believing they are always the victim. They make you hate and despise them.
I could use some MGTOW brother support right now, especially from those who have gone through this s~~~. Thanks!
Topic: Causes & Cures..
Good day all…
I read many of the threads in some of the forums here. I found things that resonated with me… I don’t have a long list of hard luck stories. Although I have had my share of being eff’d over by all kinds. I have had a pretty good life, I’m a former Marine, avionics in a search and rescue unit, Helicopters and corporate jets type stuff. Nothing too tactical. Great start to a career as an Electronics design engineer. Was married for twenty some years, been on my own for about ten. I’m living by most people’s standards, a good life. A few years ago ran into a Marine buddy, former F-18 pilot that inspired me to become a pilot finally. One of the best decisions that validates and challenges me every time I fly. Always been a dream of mine that always got put off due to family and kids.
Which brings me to a place in life that we all have come to realize. Our true worth and the intolerance for accepting anything less than our own standards demand. Our society and the deception it speaks about of what a “Real Man” is or should be…. It is not defined by said society, or feminism or subcultures, but by each one of us individually. What I have found here at Mgtow, is that as a whole and by each one contributing the same core truths and principles, and walking their own lives accordingly, is how society will get the new definition on men and what how we will participate in Society! I for one choose to help create that new definition. I don’t have the same experiences or view points as some on who women are or what they should be, But I do share the common belief that feminism is a cancer and that the health of our culture and society is worse for it. I have read forums and watched videos from both men and women that see the same effect on society and the detriment feminism and the expectations women have as being a root cause. This site/ forum for most is a good vehicle to voice our thoughts and feelings, and to get affirmation for who we are. But I hope that for every individual here it goes further than that and is their lifestyle and daily walk. I plan to continue to read and watch here, and share when I feel I have something to contribute to one or a group. This site has been an awakening for me. And I hope to encourage anyone else to continue to grow and learn what it is to be a Man in this world. To not back down from your core truths, values and principles. What one man can do, Another can do! Iron sharpens Iron… In Time the infection that ails our culture will be cured.
For this Man, It starts with me!Meditating on the Wisdom & Truths of Man, Isn't just a Philosophy, but a Calling......Be willing to be Called a Man!
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