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MALE RIGHTS!!!!

No, no i havent mis-spelt female rights as male rights. Yes i think it is time we start to think about male rights. We all know how women use thier gender as an unfair advantage over men.

Yeah yeah i know all that "females get payed less than males for the same amount of job" and "it is always the wife who does the domestic work" things. But lying under the thick layer called 'feminsm' lies masculinism(i havent coined that word).

I will tell you why i think male rights are important.
   1. Males have longer period of imprisonment than females for the same crime done.
   2. In this very own country of ours, men pay more income tax than women. Now exactly how unfair        is that?
   3. This may seem wierd but it is true. Men are not believed when they claim they have been raped         by they wife, etc. Even if it has been proved there is only minimal or no penalty.
   4. Most of us have been in situations where a woman claims she is tired of being treated as the            weaker sex. Well the army, police and the likewise institutions believe so too, the reason for me        to tell so is that men have harder physical tests than women for getting these jobs.


And whats more, looks like nature is also biased towards the feminine gender. Males have a higher chance of being hit by thunder than females. Yeah sad but true. Now what can i say about that?

P.S :- I am not a masculist or whatever. I just blogged this on a light vein.     

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