A warm eulogy for the beloved Road Romeo

Hello Road Romeo,

Quite a fancy title you have there. This will probably be the closest I will get to a “civilized” interaction with you, so here goes. Jumping straight to the point,  do you know how many women are out there in the world who would love to wring your neck, multiple times, just to see you struggle for one single gasp of breath? Every single day, we step out of our doors, wrestling with the universe for a whiff of fresh air, devoid of your existence.

Who gives you the right to look at a woman, visually stripping her in your mind with your repulsive looks? Who gives you the right to put your filthy, vile hands on her? Your gender, you say, you’re a man, you say. Now hear me correctly. You are filth. Your morally repugnant behavior, why,  your sheer existence, puts every other respectable man to shame.

Do you know what you do to the psyche of a woman just by being what you are? Do you realize that you build in her a loathing so deep, enough to annihilate any ability of trust? No you don’t. You don’t see the worried mothers, sisters and girlfriends, all the time praying that their beloved girls should not encounter one of your kind. That even if they do, they should have the strength to ignore you, to bear the damage that you unleash. Sometimes it makes me wonder, do you have no mother and sisters, fool? Did your mother not teach you to respect her and the women around you? Did she not say that a true man always protects and upholds the dignity of a woman?

One would think that you would learn, that you would realize that your cat calling, visual raping and random groping is the lowest level you can sink for the sake of cheap pleasure. One would think that someday, it would dawn on you, the price that so many women paid, because you took it upon yourself to be such a low-life. But then again, one would think wrong. You, whoever you are, have sold your soul to the devil. You are cursed, your existence is abhorred by millions, your self esteem is spat upon. You were never worth the pain your family went through to bring you into this world. You are nothing but a leech, a sadistic, unwanted leech.

Hey, on a final note, you may strut around in your fancy pants and act the fallen Romeo all you want, we don’t give a flying duck any more. If loathing looks, abusive words, and slippers don’t work on you (they don’t seem to), we’ll find a way. All the pent up anger, frustration, wrath and resentment will not stay pent up for too long. Just keep your hands and eyes to yourself unless you want to walk to your grave without them.

Stay away.