We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Many women will argue, understandably, “My husband knows I love him. He doesn't need me to have sex with him to know that. And this is especially so when I'm too tired or just don't want sex. Anyway, my man only enjoys sex with me when I'm into it, too.”
Not a bad argument so far as it goes. Realizing that many men would rather stick their heads into a gas oven than talk about their feelings, ask a woman how she would react to this statement from a man:
“My wife knows I love her. She doesn't need me to listen to her or tell her I love her to know that. And this is especially so when I'm too tired or just don't feel like making nicey-nicey. Anyway, it wouldn't mean anything to my wife if I acted affectionate just to please her.”
Why any woman scorns 'acting' affectionate who on earth wants a man who acts the part without true affection guiding him like most true gentlemen of the world that have blonde trophy wives and what was on that waiver anyway. Get this filth off it is unbecoming to women who slave and work and cook while their husbands skulk about the basement reading Aeschylus in order to avoid foreplay. I never.
Although I think the gun featured in the photo is a CO2 toy pistola I find this image funny. I handed an old girlfriend a S&W 686 .375 magnum--a big revolver with a six inch barrel, vented rib and a barrel lug--and she couldn't get the barrel to point anywhere but the floor. (Ahhh, but she was a fiery Irish lass with more fight than a pissed-off wolverine).
As far as people getting their panties in a knot over the photo, well, fiddle with your rosaries and pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our deaths. Thanks so much.
photo is a cute one! also wondered how in the world that chick got the pistol leveled....I can barely level a 9mm. Must have tied it to the ceiling with fishing line...?
Anyway, folks: get a life! It's a joke! Contrasting images, etc. and like most of Theo's gals, done in fairly good taste.
I wish I looked that good holding my weapons! Think I will send it to my friends and tell them this was me at my latest shooting class.
Theo had a much better photo a few days back featuring a lovely lass in military garb--she was mostly dressed in camo and she had a custom AR-15 with all the tactical bells and whistles hanging from her neck on a two-point sling. That was hot... (I mean respectful).
jephnol and milabro ... I'm sure that sweet pretty young thing had no trouble leveling and aiming that pistol. I have a Taurus revolver with a 6 1/2" barrel and even my tiny, arthritic hands can level and shoot it perfectly well -- when the motivation is there. My husband says there's an old saying in Texas that most wives can't hit the side of a barn door with a gun, unless their husband is in their sights. That is, always supposing the husband has been a naughty fellow.
Everybody seems very frisky today. I guess it's New Year's Eve. Have a Happy!