Oh boy, am I tired! It’s been gray skies for as long in my neighborhood as if I had been living in Seattle. That calculates to nearly four and a half days out of seven, year round. Since the weather is censored like everything else around here, I have to wonder just what the heck is going on. I know ‘THEY’ spray nightly. That’s no news to anyone who has bothered to look. The Gwen towers are no doubt sonorously depressing existence in undetectable low frequencies. I heard that from Governor Ventura. No sleep deprived Kevin McCarthy look-alike’s have come running in from the tollway toting man-sized Brussel sprouts. So what could it be? I stay away from ole’ weepy eyed Diane Sawyer and the rest of her CIA paid sidekicks, Pelley and Williams for their nightly Middletown review of America. I’ve limited my ‘conspiracy’ intake to ten articles a day to breeze through nodding my head as quickly as possible. I’m not even caring about the latest witches brew that the Punch and Judge Judy ensemble of Feinstein and Schumer are stirring up. So what, after all, is so underwhelming?
Perhaps it’s like that childhood fantasy airship of mine? The one that lies in total ruins with its burnt remnants scattered around the area below my bedroom window. That same one that seems subject to the same fate of the Led Zeppelin Hindenburg which unexpectedly burst into flames before the newsreel cameras at Lakehurst New Jersey. What ever your rusty hopes for connubial bliss may have once been, they have soundly dashed by the standard broadcast of mass media Zio-cults of ‘Fembotism’ and White male race baiting. Perhaps that’s why I personally have dated foreigners for so long? They expect a lot less but then they give a lot more. That is until they see the general scene around here and what their American sisters are getting away with. It’s as if someone took the worst parts of, “Dr. Jekll and Mr. Hyde”, “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” and mixed them all up with “Bride of Frankenstein”! If your a guy and get involved, just watch the transformation that occurs when their whole coven gets together! Your, “Woman, fetch me a beer”, chant definitely falls squarely upon deaf vengeful ears, even if it’s in jest.
Wait a minute, do you think that;s unfair? Then I suggest that you look down at the glass ceiling below your feet and see a mounting group of dissatisfied ‘Prince Charming’s’ massed and ready to move on in something not too far removed from the latest “Terminator Salvation” film. I guess like some saint when the latest the man is the buffoon commercial pops on the boob tube we’re supposed to look the other way and burp or fart, right?. Would it be cruel to mention that one major reason that corporate America has readily embraced the disenfranchisement of males is that we don’t enjoy spending that ever scarce hard earned pay! And of course as this is a major security issue of, who picks up the tab, it becomes an important rite of passage to see who in the end gets the keys to the boudoir. My own first bump in the road was a woman that told me after we made love that all I wanted was a mother. Later, I had to reminded her many times that I was not her father. I guess that despite the usual Political Corrected Commie training piled on by our current Obama cult, men and women do differ after all?
“Now Mr., How many fingers do you see?” “Then wrap them about that broom kitchen and get started cleaning the house and bring me my diet soda!”