Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Int'nl MENS' Day*

What this modern society seems to despise is someone standing up for themselves.  Someone claiming credit for the work done by them.  Quiet tolerance through drudgery is a slave mentality.  Among the girl talk, the shortest leash and tightest collar wins the last Bon Bon.

Shouting about Equality while standing on a pedestal waiting to be adored doesn't work for many men with a sense of self.  When the breeding and nesting is done,  when the 5AM alarm clock stops screaming, when the time of life is quiet contemplation, her demands are not important.

Love is fleeting. Love is fun. Love doesn't bind.


Crying has gotten to be such a manipulative game.  I've grown cold.  Too many ghost wolves.  There are tragedies and pain deserving of emotion.  As I see at least three women crying every night on my local news, I've grown immune.  I have to save my empathy energy for my loved ones.  Screen images are make believe, their story not mine, too many just plain made up. Women are not special.

Toughen up, gals.  Butch up, Sally.  It's a bitch out there.

... and you want to do these traditional male jobs like the trades or police/fire, do them well or don't do them at all.  The world doesn't bend to your fat ass needs and inability to work on a team.

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published November 20, 2019

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