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THIS JOURNAL BELONGS TO:

Henry Williams

5/1/2014



















Dear Journal,
Today is May 1
st
, 1941 and my day has been hectic. I just got into a heated
argument with my dumb broad of a wife. She had the nerve to actually flap her lips to our
daughters and say if they continue going to school they can be, whatever they want.
Has she flipped her wig? As soon as we ended high school, she was knocked up with Susie
May. We had no choice, but to get hitched after her pregnancy. If she couldnt do it, I
have no hope for my daughters. In my book, they need to stop worrying about school,
and focus on getting a husband. Thats the best thing for a woman. Im deeply concerned
for both of my girls, considering the fact they arent the cutest things out there. Ive
taken up all this time with their mother, for them to come out rounder than Hen Fruit. I
pray to God, they grow out of this stage. Lord knows, they wont be able to be whatever
they want if they dont hurry up and get hitched. The next time my wife EVER says
anything that stupid to my dollys Ill knock her head off her shoulders. .thatll teach her.

Dear Journal,
Today is May 5
th
, 1941 and boy do I have a lot to yap about. These past few days at
work have been great! I work for the Williams & James advertising business, and recently
got promoted! Im so excited that I beat out that lazy son of a gun, Harry. Hes such a
wuss. Harry is one of the few that works for his job, but never embraces it. I remember
last week he asked my manager, Why do you always make the women seem stupid in
your commercials? I interjected, What a silly question! Women ARE stupid! Who else
would he use? My manager laughed so hard he almost pissed himself. Harry must realize
its a mans world, and women belong at home. Its better like that. They take care of the
cooking, cleaning and children. My manger fully understood that I got this principle,
which is why I believe I got this job. Men, all over America, must understand this
principle; and with a few of my advertisement ideas I believe I can make this happen.

Dear Journal,
Today is May 10
th
, 1941 . . . . As their somber faces entered the room, they wouldnt even
let me touch them. Jane and Susie cried, loudly, asking and repeating, Why? I reached
out for a hug and they both flinched. I immediately kicked them out, and told them to
go play with their dolls. I watched my wife, ice the dreadful bruise I left on her head. She
NEVER listens to me! She NEVER fixes what I WANT to eat! She tells our daughters LIES!
I asked the fool, to wash and dry my clothes. Such an easy task! What a stupid woman! I
struck her the moment I saw my clothes laying in the same place I left them this
morning. I do all the work, provide for all of our children and she cant wash my clothes?
Im infuriated and Im not sympathetic for anything I have done tonight. Maybe next
time shell think twice before completely disregarding what I tell her to do. I have no
explanation for my daughters or for my wife, they wouldnt even understand anyways. If
my clothes are in the same place tomorrow, we will see who gets the last laugh. .

Dear Journal,
Today is May 16, 1941 and I never thought I see the day I become proud of my
son. William has always been an introverted child. He only truly talks to me, and doesnt
speak of all that lovey-dovey that my wife tries to persuade him into.
Every morning William and I look through the daily newspaper admiring the
advertisements. Every day Will becomes more and more interested in the advertisings he
sees, but today he took this interest to another level.
My wife received a call from his school today, implying that Will degrades his
female peers and smacked one, right on the bottom, today. When I asked Will wheres
he getting these urges from, he replied with advertisements. The minute he said
advertisements I embraced him. He finally understands the principle, which Ive been
trying to convey in ALL of my advertisements. Women are inferior, and my son
UNDERSTANDS. Ive never been more proud that this media, not only my own,
influenced him to behave like this. The more media companies produce, the more
William learns to be a man. (After he showed me the advertisement that led him to
behave this way; I attempted to draw it at the bottom of this page.)