Can I use horses or helicopters to muster 'em?
dont know if theyd work best but, you can certainly give it a shot
Or I could just take them by their wittle hands....or was Sugar thinking of noses?
Im sure she was thinking noses
Women? Evil? I think there is something to that. First, they finagled the vote with horrid consequences. Politicians went from being statesman like, to being more concerned with their popular image. JFK might possibly have gotten elected on his merits, but probably not. Clinton was clearly a puppet in the hands of Hillary and his many mistresses. Oh for the days, when the Executive's mistress had to slip quietly in the back door to the Mansion.
Then there is the matter of them taking the wheel. Now the streets are crowded and silly accidents common. As soon as they got driver's licenses they left the home leaving husbands and children to fend for themselves. They invented TV and TV meals to divert us from the revolution to overthrow the rightful order of things. They took over our offices, though for a little while they let us think we were in charge. That didn't satisfy them, so they began bumping us out of our executive chairs. Gone are the days when we could congregate in our Club steam rooms to discuss weighty matters without fear that a woman would ask why the towels weren't color coordinated. Our barbershops have lost their candy-striped poles, and you can no longer get a shave because the women barbers won't give them.
Troy ultimately fell because of Helen's wandering eye. Cleopatra killed her brother to gain her thrown and did in two of Rome's great generals. The mothers and wives of Byzantium were often more powerful than the emperor, Theodosia is a pretty example. The Chinese used to say that one would know the Mandate of Heaven was withdrawn and the dynasty was ending when eunuchs and women came to rule. Which of the Borgia's do we remember?
A few years ago while touring historic places in New England, we were shown a heavy glass decanter that belonged to George and Martha Washington. It was cracked. The story we were told is that George came home late one evening after dancing with the tidewater belles. Martha, in a fit of pique threw the decanter at him causing it to break. George, not being entirely dense went off to spend the night at his Club. The next morning he was due to attend an important meeting. He had no other cloths to wear but his pretty uniform worn to the previous evening's ball. When he arrived in uniform some wiseacre quipped, "Let's make George Commander of the Army". Since Washington had never won a battle, and was largely responsible for the French and Indian War, the wag thought he had made a fine joke, but no one laughed. Let George carry the can, while we stay home and make hay. That is how Washington came to lead the successful effort win American Independence. One wonders how many other events were shaped secretly by women.
Perhaps there is a method behind it all. Some common thread that holds the warp and woof of history together that has previously escaped us. It may be a vast secret cabal, a conspiracy in lace. The evil sisterhood may now be on the very threshold of seizing naked power over the entire world, and we still are largely unaware of it. We are being drawn by events into a war, a maelstrom of death and destruction, at the end of which the last male bastion in the world may fall. Women will cast aside their burkas and join their Western sisters in a celebration of victory over their true lords and masters. Ah, the taste of ashes when we are finally subjugated. Bring on the leather, the whips, lashes and chains; we yield to the demand to "Lower the toilet seat".
Once again, Asherman, wonderful post!
Craven, I've learned when young that men create wealth, but the women inherit it, so they become the wealth holders. You gotta admire them women, they're not stupid.
c.i.
Ah, well, men like evil women - don't they? Why is that guy singing, "I've been looking for the daughter of the devil."
Say, guys, heeeeeere she is! All of us eeeeevil women.
Asherman, no, you have bowed to the closing of the toilet's lid!!!!
When you potty you lift up the seat with the lid; when you are finished you drop both the seat and the lid. Got it? This makes the cleaners of the house happy.
Poor guys, you really have had to change. But, now you don't have to wear navy blue suits and white shirts to work - at least most.
By the time I quit working two years ago the young female editors were screaming 4-letter F*** words. My, so evil. They learned this from min.
Tex-Star
I agree, Tex, seems guys like the crazy women. That's why I'm single. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
I should have gotten the hint years ago. I came home from an exhausting day listening to a professor prattle on about the necessity of maintaining grave objectivity in our studies. I knew Natalie would be late getting home from the Post Office where she was earning a bit of extra cash. It was her birthday, so I stopped by a favorite bookstore to find her a present. It took rather longer than I expected, but eventually I did get home. Natalie was cooking my favorite encheladas, and was clearly out of sorts. We sat down to eat and it was good, though Natalie only picked at her salad. She must have thought I had forgotten her birthday. So I handed her the two volume set of Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. The ungrateful wretch threw them at me!
I should have learned, but the lesson was I'm afraid mostly lost.
A few years ago our youngest son came home for a visit. Natalie had made, or more probably bought, a dozen cookies as a treat for the lad. How was I supposed to know that? I was down to the last cooky when Natalie came home from work. She saw the empty plate and the cooky in my hand. She went crazy. Shouting and chasing me about the house. Finally she used a flying tackle to bring me down. It looked bad there for a while, but our attention was diverted by our son's laughter... "It's a sad thing when the only exercise a boy's parents get is fighting over a cooky".
Now that we're retired, she wants half my social security. If I'm not on my toes she'll have power-of-attorney and me in an old folks home in a jiffy.
classic asherman....sounds soooooo familiar, the birthday present fastball.
wow
I'm finding it hard to believe that the ratio of crazy to notsocrazy women is so high (or do I mean low?).
Asherman, you are still living with this evil woman, who would kill you for eating cookies? Is she exciting?
little k, what's wrong with being single? You don't have to play the "game" anymore. You know, the one where you must pretend to be evil. Oh, they just don't know how smart we really are, humoring them, holding their big hands.
Tex, lemme guess? You're not single? Newly single? I miss the nookie.
well, Bill, that makes two of us.
And, was that 'nookie' or 'cookie' ? - it do get worse!
Good goddess, what has Craven wrought!
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