Real Men have a different kind of urge and need that drives them to be Superior. The lesser, menial, and the weak are meant to be of absolute service. That’s why you empty your wallet and accounts to me with a smile.
Gym time. More man than you’ll ever be. There’s no catching up. There’s no hope for you. All you have left is obeying the Alphas who present themselves, and you undying $ervitude.
WHAT RULES? Rules don’t apply to the Alpha. They take what they want, when they want it. The misled call it toxic, I call it natural order. You already know; that’s why you do what you’re told, too.