This book in a broader sense is a statement on causality- through our endless search as feminists for the reasons
oppression exists, we inadvertantly perpetuate our very subordination. The cover's upper
photo is the unexploded Fat Man bomb that the United States dropped on Nagasaki, Japan on August 5, 1945. The lower
photo is a cataract on a person's eye who had watched that very same bomb detonate.
I decided to publish this book myself not just because it is a work for a niche audience- it is highly subversive
in both tone and content and tends to raise eyebrows. My plan was to create a Trojan horse of sorts for the feminist
bureaucracy- in order for it to be brought past the gate its language, syntax, and level of discourse needed to
pass a series of tests. I believe it succeeds. Only after it was safely inside would the book burst forth and explain to those waiting feminists
(with mathematics, physics, and logic) why the path they were on would eventually lead them like lemmings over a cliff.
I know that on any given day you are very busy, so thanks for reading this. And, if you are reading this, then you really
need to read the book because you're moving in the right direction.
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