Instead of witches, we call them bitches.
Irritable bitches.
Complaining bitches.
Whining, whinging, annoying bitches.

Any emotion a man feels is given the excuse of being a man.

What about no.
What about ‘they were intelligent’, ‘they were oppressed’, mixed with ‘girls just wanna have fun’ and that overlooked, tiny piece of evidence, that ‘ergot, a mould, was growing in the wheat’.

The beginning of change in the molecular structure of wheat and women.

Change that impacts society to the extent that we don’t recognise either; except by the symptoms they produce.

Like penicillin, ergot masks the pain.

Burn them.