How frail and elderly men soon in need of nursing afraid of offending their daughters can fight feminism

Elderly men fear to offend women because they fear to offend their nurses. Men who wish to improve the quality of the next generation and save their civilisation from the degenerate depravity of feminism should take this risk and make the sacrifice required. Feminism must be denounced and its evil exposed. I suggest elderly men write a letter to their daughters denouncing feminism and explaining why they must forthwith abandon this evil and toxic ideology quoting my ideas and words.

If your daughters disown you and your wives divorce you, then you will know what vipers in your bosom you have nursed for so many decades.

Take it on the chin, men, and save your sons and your civilisation!
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

I'm not exactly asking that you run up stairs without handrails in your chainmail, armour and sword wearing your helmet to face the enemy, am I? All I'm doing is just asking you to explain to your daughters why feminism might be a bad thing. Can't you even do that to make up for all those decades of condoning feminism and enjoying cheap slut sex? What is wrong with you?