When the Fox decides who lives in the henhouse....An URGENT warning...

Once upon time there was two tribes.

One tribe was called the Dix, and the other tribe were called the Fox.
They lived together in the same village, and while mixing socially, they stayed very separate when it came to breeding.

They never 'interbred'.

Even over thousands of generations living together, they never mixed their genes.
They happily lived together, and both of the tribes profited mightily, working as one.

The Dix wanted to grow, and build their town up and keep things running just as they were.
The Fox tribe never cared too much one way or another, if things stayed the same or not. If they grew or not.

While The Dix wanted to keep things 'as they were', the Fox while being very industrious, looked at things differently.
But they never told the Dix this, they couldn't.
It was their unconscious secret.
They didn't even know they had a secret to tell!

The Fox were happy to let the other tribe do most of the hard work for them. The building. The defending.
The growing...
The Fox tribe were very happy looking after things closer to home, lacking the same ambitions...They had their own..

The Dix made the decisions on how things needed to be organized to maximize the resources they had - and how to put them to good use.
The Fox were happy to go along with how the Dix wanted to run things, as long they were always given plenty of the resources, their tribe kept growing also along with the Dix.

Then one day another tribe came to say hello. They were not a friendly tribe though, and wanted to move into the same territory.
The Dix were very angry, and prepared to defend their small town that they had built up.
The Fox tribe seemed not care too much one way or another about this new unfriendly tribe - or if they came to live with them or not.

Even though they had lived together happily with the Dix for generations, they just didn't see things the same way as the other tribe.
The Dix fought with the tribe, and killed them, thus securing the Dix tribe's safety towns safety once more.
They also thought they had saved the Fox tribes from death, to...

The Fox tribe happily carried on with life after the battle was over, and were happy to live with the Dix peacefully once more.
They had lived with them for generations, after all.

One day someone in the Fox tribe decided that this wasn't fair!

Conflicts started to emerge over time, as the tribe grew bigger, and then richer.
The Fox thought they should have more of a say in how things should be run.
Even though they never cared before who ran things, this person decided that they should have a voice in how things were run from now on.

The Dix tribe didn't mind too much.
Things were very good, and being the fair minded tribe that they were, accepted this new idea.
Over time the Fox tribe had more and more of a say in things.
The Dix tribe accepted this without protest as life was good, and everything was expanding.

As the generations went on, however, it was noticed that the tribe wasn't growing quite as much as it had before, and everyone was determined to find out why.
It was noticed that over time - as the Fox tribe increased their say in the running of things -that resources were now being diverted away from growth and security, and more towards looking after the Fox tribe.

So much so in fact, that the Fox tribe didn't even need to cooperate much with the Dix tribe anymore to receive the same resources.
For generation after generation previously, things were stable- but this changed everything.
Because the Fox tribe had as much say as the Dix tribe, this new system ensured more and more resources went to the Fox tribe, and thus depleting the Dix's tribes influence in the running of things.

Then one day another tribe approached the walls of the town, and they were very aggressive.

“We want your town” said the invading tribe.

The Dix and the Fox tribes talked about this.
The Dix were not happy, and wanted to defend themselves. Fight.

The Fox tribe didn't care, even after all the generations they had spent together witht he Dix.
They had zero interest in group preference, with regards to the Dix tribe.

The Dix felt very upset about this, as they were very loyal to the Fox tribe. They thought the Fox tribe thought the same way as they did

The Fox tribe didn't see it like this at all - just wasn't in their genetic make up. This was their unconscious secret.

As the aggressive invading tribe overwhelmed the Dix tribe, they left the Fox tribe alone.
The Fox tribe tried not to get involved with the fighting too much.

The Fox tribe were just as happy with the new aggressive tribe- they received enough resources from them.

The Dix tribe became extinct, feeling like they had been let down by the Fox tribe.
They thought the Fox tribe were on their side.

The last surviving member of the Dix tribe sat alone, waiting for death -wondering what had gone so wrong.
Everything had been so good, for everyone - for centuries!
Both for the Dix, and the Fox, tribes.

As he fell to the floor he close his eyes, waiting for death to take him.
Just before it died, he thought...

“We thought the Fox tribe saw the world the same way as we did...”
And then he died.

The Fox tribe now lived with the new aggressive tribe- and they suffered terribly under the new tribe.
But they didn't care about that.
It wasn't that important to them.
Their genes still received resources...

Oops, I nearly forgot... - Dix = male... Fox = female. (just in case you missed that subtle brick)

Equal rights are fantastic, and such a comfortable a place to inhabit....

Gene survival has never been politically correct...

They care not about 'rights', or 'comfort', or anything really - Just replication.

Marxist doctrine tips the balance of power (yeah, I said it) away from the male part of society, and towards the female..
Say goodbye to your genes, boys - the girls will still continue to replicate theirs....

Western men !! Listen up! ...

Watch this you tube, and shiver.....And then put your fucking spine where it belongs, and sort it out... And it starts with being a man in the non politically correct sense of the word.

While individual females will most certainly have your back - and will fight to the death with you, side by side - the species will look after their gene replication first, and yours second...

....You ain't got very long...