A woman before you drops her wallet in the street. You want to return it to her but you notice a strange picture inside.

A woman before you drops her wallet in the street. You want to return it to her but you notice a strange picture inside. And you don’t know how to tell her you’re holding it. Maybe she’ll think you’re a scammer. Maybe she won’t know what it is. Or maybe she’ll think you’re playing a joke on her.

On the face of it, it’s just a picture of a girl, her face a mess of black and blue, like a kid might draw it if they tried to draw a face on a dirty piece of cardboard. But then the picture catches your eye, and you see something else: a man, also with a bruised face, and an arm like a giant claw. And a woman, also with a bruised face, and an arm like a giant claw, holding the man’s hand.

There are more like this, scattered around the world, all of them covered in the same words: “The Men’s Rights Movement is Real.” “You’ll Never Know What It’s Like To Be A Woman.” “I am a Woman, and You are a Man.” “I am a Woman, and You Are a Man.” “I Am a Woman, and You Are a Man.”

And then you read the book.

This is the story of how women’s rights activists (in the United States and other countries, as well as groups in other countries) have united to defeat the men’s rights movement in the US and Canada. This is a story about how women organized to stop a mass murderer who was shouting at them, and how it worked. This is a story about how women, aided by experts on propaganda, mainstream media, and psychology, conducted an effective disinformation campaign against a movement that had taken hold in the social media in ways never before seen, and that had a huge, loud, well-funded media apparatus that could easily intimidate anyone who opposed them. This is a story about how women used psychological warfare to overwhelm men’s rights activists and the media, and about how they built an army of female volunteers to attack and discredit men’s rights activists and the media who disagreed with them.

The Woman’s Murder Cult is written by professor Mark Bray, a PhD and an expert on the men’s rights movement and the men’s rights movement online, in particular, its disinformation campaigns.

He shows that the movement began with a right-wing lunatic named Paul Elam, who ran the website A Voice for Men, a site that argued against feminism. For years, the site’s followers worked to generate publicity and scare people away from women and children’s shelters and domestic violence programs. The site also covered cases of women falsely accused of domestic violence, and men falsely accused of sexual harassment, with hysterical, disgusting headlines like “Why Are Women So Unhappy?” and “Accused Rapist Goes Free.” It became a popular rallying point for misogynists on the internet, and Elam published an e-book called The Myth of Male Power, which claimed that, in every culture, women’s lives are worse than men’s, and that women’s oppression is the result of their supposedly innate evil.

A few years ago, Elam decided to start an organization called the National Coalition for Men. The coalition’s first official action was to write a letter to the editor of the Toronto Star, the largest newspaper

A woman drops her wallet on the street, and it falls open. You pick it up and are about to return it to her when you notice a strange picture inside.

It’s a tiny image of a little girl in a pretty dress.

The inscription reads: “Help me.

Please.

I’m lost. “You return the wallet to the woman, and she thanks you and bids you good luck.

She walks away. You decide to follow the little girl, but you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that you are being watched.

You turn around and see a hooded figure.

He slowly draws a small dagger from his belt.

He advances on you, slowly approaching.

He begins to whisper, “Help me.

Please.

I’m lost. “You plead with him to let you go.

He begins to mutter some more, “Help me.

Please.

I’m lost. “You know he is not lying.

He’s not making this up.

And there is no way out. You prepare to die.

But you are saved by a strange and unlikely character. A man in a red suit with an unsettlingly cheerful and kind demeanor. You turn to the stranger, and say, “Thank you.

I know you don’t know me, but I thank you. “The stranger nods and smiles and whispers,” May the Force be with you. “You’re saved.

You and the little girl stand at the curb as the man in the red suit leads you to safety.

The man introduces himself as Obi-Wan Kenobi. He says he has seen your fortune, and that you will be in good hands for the rest of your life.