American Women Suck: The Ultimate Comeback Bash

American Women Suck: The Ultimate Comeback Bash

This ain’t just a website relaunch—it’s a full-on resurrection of the OG heterosexual men’s movement, and we’re turning the dial up to epic. American Women Suck is back after 17 years, and we’re not just reclaiming our throne—we’re building a whole damn empire. From our iconic five-year run (2000-2005) that birthed a culture of real talk, to outlasting the “Satanists,” copycats, and spammy sellouts who tried to bury us, we’re here to remind the world who started this fire. Our mantra, “misogynists are made, not born,” isn’t just a slogan—it’s a battle cry, a truth so raw it sparked a movement and still burns bright. Paul Elam’s killer essay in 2023 echoed our gospel, but let’s be real: we were dropping that wisdom first, setting the stage for every men’s rights convo that followed. This is our legacy, and we’re about to make it louder, prouder, and wilder than ever.

Imagine the scene: back in 2003, the internet was a gritty, untamed frontier. No corporate censorship, just raw message boards buzzing with real talk. The dating game was turning into a minefield—American women, hyped by media and cultural shifts, were bringing drama, entitlement, and chaos. We said, “Not on our watch!” American Women Suck was born to give straight guys a place to vent, connect, and say, “We deserve better.” Our forums were a brotherhood—a wild, unfiltered party where thousands of dudes shared stories, roasted gold-diggers, and celebrated women who kept it real. We weren’t whining; we were rewriting the rules, proving you don’t have to swallow BS to be a man. We outlasted the weirdos, the “Satanists” who tried to twist our vibe, and the sellouts who trashed our name after the 2005 sale. Now, in 2025, we’re back, and it’s a full-on rager. The haters? Crashed and burned. The copycats? Dust in the wind. The OG movement? Stronger than ever, ready to light up the internet with a comeback that’ll make jaws drop.

Who’s Invited to the Party (and Who’s Getting Bounced)

This is the ultimate VIP bash for heterosexual men who love life, love women, and hate drama. If you’re a straight dude who’s fed up with toxic skanks and a system that screws over good guys, this is your spot. We’re not anti-women—hell no! Bisexual and heterosexual women who bring the heat, keep it real, and respect themselves? You’re the queens of this party, and we’re hyped to have you. But if you’re not a hetero guy, this ain’t your dancefloor—find another club. And INCELS? Oh, hell no. Those toxic, whining losers obsessed with “Chads” and “Stacys,” stewing in their blackpill misery? They can pound sand in the parking lot and stay far away from our vibe. We’re not about hate or self-pity—we’re about confidence, freedom, and living large. INCELS bring nothing but poison, and we’re keeping this party pure. The Anti-Defamation League and journals like Violence and Gender have called out their extremism, linking them to real-world threats like the 2014 Isla Vista shooter or the 2018 Toronto van attack. We’re not that crew. Our guys pull women just fine but choose to dodge the toxic ones. This is a celebration of strength, not a pity party.

The Mastermind’s Epic Glow-Up

Your boy’s back, and I’m living my best life, brothers! I’m deep in the art and AI game, cranking out projects like Crimson Rune and The Daytona Amulet that are straight-up fire—creative ventures so bold they’re practically screaming freedom. My days are packed with passion, purpose, and zero room for dating drama. I love women—bisexual and hetero queens who bring the good vibes—but I’m not chasing chaos or settling for less. I’m healthy as hell, dodged the COVID-19 vaccine (no mRNA nonsense here), and never caught the bug. Call it clean living or just good luck—I’m unstoppable.

Ukraine? That’s a wild chapter closed. I was engaged to a Ukrainian goddess—man, those women are next-level stunning. I was ready to buy a house, settle down, the whole deal. Then 2014’s war hit like a wrecking ball. I walked away, and it saved my ass. My buddy Russell “Texas” Bentley wasn’t so lucky. A larger-than-life American, Texas moved to Donetsk, fought for the pro-Russian side, and became a journalist. But in April 2024, Russian soldiers kidnapped, tortured, and killed him, despite him being on their team. Stories in The Nation and The Grayzone laid bare the brutal chaos of that war—no one’s safe. Texas’ death hit like a gut punch, but it proved I made the right call. Ukraine’s government, with its Bandera worship and neo-Nazi ties like the Azov Battalion, is a mess I want no part of. Check The Grayzone or X for the dirt—nationalism, corruption, and extremism run deep. I loved the woman, not the politics. Russia can sort that mess out; I’m done.

Racism’s another beast I’ve faced, mostly from Black folks—slurs, threats, the works. It’s not about playing victim; it’s about keeping it real. It’s made me cautious, but I’m tougher than ever, keeping my circle tight and my life drama-free. This comeback’s about living free, creating epic shit, and celebrating the OG movement with no apologies.

What’s Next: The Hype Train’s Just Getting Started

This ain’t just a comeback—it’s a full-on revolution. We’re relaunching American Women Suck as a digital coliseum: think blazing forums packed with real talk, memes that hit like lightning, and content that’s sharp, funny, and unapologetic. We’re cooking up AI-driven projects to amplify the vibe—maybe interactive tools to roast toxic trends or epic visuals tied to Crimson Rune and The Daytona Amulet that scream freedom. Picture live streams, podcasts, and collabs with creators who get the mission. We’re building a community where straight guys and badass women can connect, laugh, and call out the BS together. No INCELS, no drama queens, just pure, unfiltered energy.

So, what’s the next move? We’re dropping new content to make the haters quake—think viral videos, savage blog posts, and forums that feel like a 2000s throwback but with 2025 swagger. Got ideas for the relaunch? Want AI-powered art for the site or a podcast to blast our truth? Spill it—let’s make this party legendary. American Women Suck is back, and we’re about to set the internet on fire. Who’s ready to join the rager?