In November Eileen and I went to Paris. We had just been to the White House and we were on our way to Berlin to do Transparent press and the Paris attacks had just happened. And I had just seen Hamilton, so I was feeling in a revolutionary mood. Once we were all used up by the rain and the walking and the croissants and the moody moody Seine, we retreated to our room to write a manifesto. Okay, to watch porn which reminded us that men had too much protaganism which reminded us that there needed to be a global matriarchal revolution which reminded us that we needed to write a manifesto. Join the movement, get enraged, help us rewrite and rewrite and rewrite the charter until all of this worldwide gun obsessed war obsessed men obsessed with other men silliness is over.