this is another letter of complaint from my website of (homo)sexual assault that is
"When I'm hungry, I eat. When I'm thirsty, I drink. When I feel like saying something, I say it." - Madonna
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dear sir or vagina:

first, let me point out what people have in common - wealth. big wealth or little wealth, we need a place to store it.

a bank for our common wealth is necessary.

the first bank for common wealth which is on freedom road in cranberry township is full of egg-bleeders who have shown me their spite and contempt of the bigger/taller/stronger gender (that is, the gender which does not bleed eggs or spout milk as if to suggest that it was designed for motherhood).

it was less than a week after the fbi was sent to my house (in response to a seething, female-bashing web-page i wrote about rape), and i walked into the bank to have the one vagina behind the counter ignore my questions about loan-payments and also desert me to help both the other vagina behind the counter and the other customer. i felt completely violated by these two egg-bleeding milk-leakers, it was very unprofessional for the one vagina to ignore my simple question about loans by proceeding to assist the other vagina and the other customer. this bank's entire staff seems to be comprised solely of the lesser gender, as i never see men working in this branch - it is an extremely sexist slap in the face to anyone whose eyes are open enough to notice.

i brought up my adventures with the fbi because i feel that the vagina(s) were not treating me with any sort of professionalism on account of the utter disrespect i have for the "anything a man can do" gender of masculine wannabees (the female gender). i run a website known as which ridicules the gender-identity issue known as feminism, simply by mentioning gender-based sports teams and gender-based military requirements (and gender-based hot dog eating competitions, gender-based olympic competitions). now, by offering these real-world examples of femininine abilities not being up-to-par with masculine abilities, my website makes it clear that a woman simply cannot do anything a man can do. i believe that this is the reason why the vagina(s) at the bank chose to ignore me for at least 5 minutes. i believe that they were spiteful towards me because i advocate for the reality of gender.

i believe that any vagina employed at any professional corporation should not let her gender-identity issues (ie, "a woman can do anything a man can do") or her narcissistic, wannabee pride (ie, "a woman can do anything a man can do") stand in the way of exhibiting professionalism.

i will repeat: it was very unprofessional for the vaginas at the first bank on freedom road which i've stored my common wealth at, to ignore me the way that they did.

dylan terreri, i