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first, I merely wanted to continue my observation of the wedding’s progression, but soon I saw there was no one else brave enough to warn the couple of the dangers lurking in their false marriage bond.
    It had to be me, though not because I disapproved of the marriage as such. No, don’t take me for one of those men who think no one is good enough for “their” girls.
    Those pathetic dolts are laughable. I live in the real world. I am aware. But you see, I am a feminist.
    Does it shock you?
    From all you’ve heard, I wouldn’t doubt if it did shock you terribly, but it’s true!
    Of course I am not a feminist in the shrieking harpy sense of the word—I don’t burn unmentionables on the post office steps or advocate for conspicuous armpit hair or free tampon dispensers at state parks—rather, I believe women should have the option to refuse the persistent, throbbing needs of men.
    Without society judging them ill, women should be able to take up a life free of penetration, a life of chaste contemplation perhaps, of study, or of devotion to service.
    The mothering instinct should not be wrung dry and made to sag by birth—don’t we already have a population problem?—but allowed to fit snugly into the care of orphans, the elderly, and perhaps aged family members in need of professional and domestic assistance.
    Marriage is an unhappy tradition in even the best circumstances, and it need not be unduly perpetuated, especially when it is merely a screen for a dark force to satisfy its oily urge!
    This is my credo, and I would (and have!) fought for it outside of my own personal interest.
    I know from experience. Am I wrong? Is the divorce rate in this country not astronomical? Statistics would be my second in this duel, if I needed a second.
    I do not.
    I admit, I am now personally invested in this case, but I hope you see that my personality isn’t all I have invested.
    If I were only to see the personal, I would say that obviously someone needs to care for Charli, fragile thing that she is, and perhaps Nico, the hulking sad sack, is the best she thinks she can do.
    That’s fine.
    But if I could speak to her directly I would say, Sweet child, don’t go into this lifelong union unaware !
    That is all I ask!
    Don’t unwittingly enter into some disgusting ménage a trois with rival brothers without having your consent solicited!
    Good God, isn’t it obvious what is going on?
    I see it all so clearly and remain stunned that I am the only one.
    Since Chris had clearly forced Charli to ignore my repeated direct queries to her, I intended to accept my banishment once I imparted to Nico the necessary information about what his brother was up to.
    But now, after the blog has been derailed so completely by nattering silliness after my banishment, it has become plain that Nico cannot rightly see his best man’s plan to snuff out all purity and light from this world, and so I must take up the cudgel where I can.
    Fellow commenters, hear me: this best man is a beast man!
    I refuse to “let it go.”
    Why?
    Because as soon as I began my revelatory task on Charlico.com /blog, Chris began his efforts to silence me, and such fascist oppression is the first step toward societal breakdown.
    Scale does not matter.
    Some details: Chris no longer just “warned” me; instead he began to “moderate” my comments, and soon thereafter to delete them before they were ever made public.
    Of course!
    He couldn’t believe someone had uncovered his plot, and so he panicked in the grand tradition of the despot.
    Oh, despite what you might think, I’m not writing to enlist you in my cause, as such. No! I wouldn’t expect you to be so easily won over, though if even just one of you were to see reason, how close you would be, how useful to such a cause you could be!
    Listen!
    Some otherwise benign afternoon while that vile reed sits in his