That it is about reality or about fiction, the male-sick pervades us. They are so not much, they are so too much. They are zombies, destructive robots, dogs or pigs, according to their criteria. When so much constructed life, lives, starting with the women these traders of death are misfortune Prophets. Yes, the male has a specific problem, the male is a specific problem: he can lose link with things, with life, get lost in the field of Ideas. It is current worldwide problem, and one unaware, as such of it. It is because we have him so much under eyes, because we do not see it, for what it is - him, problem. Open eyes, it is easy, obviously, but not easy - because the male acts, to hide, to dress up, to distort, to entice, to reduce, to look away who comes on him towards Him. Itvneeds to put points on i ! . The list of the male-sick-murderer is interminable, alas, - so much they strove to be, of pathetic characters. But it is necessary to name them: as male (s), and by their name and forename. The Wall of Shame is they. He most knew on this Wall there. And others, males-sicks-murderers, of the daily, the rapists, the manipulators, Home despot , Narcissuses on all floors. Against the male -disaster, a gelding, when he employs his body-phallus as a weapon, is a good deed. This male, it is necessary to prevent it from harming. It is what this tonic and clear but short pamphlet calls. Let us organise the Human (Women!) International of Type!