.One thing which struck me last night was that women vreots outnumbered men nearly 6 to 4. Politics as an all-male club may have been a little extreme, but gynocracy isn’t working out that great either. Women inherently crave security and eschew male risk-taking proclivities. So they empower the state to restrain us with mandatory seat-belt laws; no-fault divorce with alimony, child custody, and child support for the mother; kangaroo-court domestic violence proceedings (“you call, we haul”); gun control; CAFE fuel standards which will shut down our trucks; and harsh prison sentences (the male crime rate is at least ten times the female rate). And with men emasculated, the bloated State becomes their ever-lovin’ Sugar Daddy.In the suffragette era, conventional wisdom held that mothers wouldn’t want to send their sons off to war, and would vote accordingly. How wrong that was! Slap a testosterone patch on a post-pausal she-male like Hillary, and she goes ranting about nuking Iran off the planet if they attack our beloved “ally,” Israel. And the skirts love it. Oy vey!At least I thought today would mark Clinton’s exit from the primary race. But no. More agonizing weeks lie ahead, of aural assault by the cacophonous “caw, caw, caw” of the cornfed crone’s crepitated crow voice. (Sorry; existential despair drives me into an alliterative frenzy.) Gaze (if you can stand it) at the sinister ridge under her pantsuit, near the pudgy right ankle. That’s no anti-edema corset, son it’s a castration knife.
.One thing which struck me last night was that women vreots outnumbered men nearly 6 to 4. Politics as an all-male club may have been a little extreme, but gynocracy isn’t working out that great either. Women inherently crave security and eschew male risk-taking proclivities. So they empower the state to restrain us with mandatory seat-belt laws; no-fault divorce with alimony, child custody, and child support for the mother; kangaroo-court domestic violence proceedings (“you call, we haul”); gun control; CAFE fuel standards which will shut down our trucks; and harsh prison sentences (the male crime rate is at least ten times the female rate). And with men emasculated, the bloated State becomes their ever-lovin’ Sugar Daddy.In the suffragette era, conventional wisdom held that mothers wouldn’t want to send their sons off to war, and would vote accordingly. How wrong that was! Slap a testosterone patch on a post-pausal she-male like Hillary, and she goes ranting about nuking Iran off the planet if they attack our beloved “ally,” Israel. And the skirts love it. Oy vey!At least I thought today would mark Clinton’s exit from the primary race. But no. More agonizing weeks lie ahead, of aural assault by the cacophonous “caw, caw, caw” of the cornfed crone’s crepitated crow voice. (Sorry; existential despair drives me into an alliterative frenzy.) Gaze (if you can stand it) at the sinister ridge under her pantsuit, near the pudgy right ankle. That’s no anti-edema corset, son it’s a castration knife.