5 Feet of Fury

Oh dear. Time for me to “get drunk/laid/raped” again (sigh!)

At least give me a sec to slip into something uncomfortable.

There. Now, where was I?

Oh yeah:

Funny how often, in forums like this, my (male) opponents (not always leftists, either, right Ian?) declare that some uppity female like me needs an “attitude adjustment”, involving the application of booze and/or pricks.

(Not that… well, anyway… but I can’t imagine my average spindly, pasty male leftist critic actually being able to, er, pull such a thing off. So to speak…)

To hear our opponents tell it, we conservative women are all ugly chicks who — oddly enough — guys still want to have sex with (witness how often Malkin and Coulter are called “sluts” and “whores”); and all our men are “gay” (which explains, you see, why we poor gals all “need to get laid”).

Look, don’t expect logic from these guys. They believe in global warming.

Funny too how, for men who envision themselves as all enlightened and cerebral and highly evolved, male progressives so often reveal their main concern to be the satisfaction of transitory base appetites, which they view to be the cure-all for every societal ailment.

Witness their knee jerk response to critics of multiculturalism: “But what about all the great restaurants?”

Or their insistence upon sex ed for very young kids. All the better to prime their next fresh batch of future sex partners.

And their frankly hysterical reaction when anyone (the Pope, say) dares to suggest that the satisfaction of one’s passing urges shouldn’t be life’s ultimate goal.

They don’t just politely disagree. Like Jeff, they blow fuses.

My free advice to the likes of Jeff: dude, indulge in booze & drugs all you want, and sex all you can manage. But if you’re ever looking for a new vice, don’t take up poker. Your transparent “tells” will cost you, big time.