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.
We all learned about it in High School, but we can easily forget, when we see the amazing blooms of early June, that we are looking at the personal, private, and always fascinating sex organs of angiosperm plants. They do not hide them in shame or modesty, do they? Not at all: like lovely young women, they just want to be fertilized. Details here. (Every time I label something as "Farm P*rn", we get a ton of hits from perverts around the world. I find it amusing. No doubt I add to their frustration. On the downside, it gets us blocked by the Merrill Lynch censorship system, so our Merrill friends cannot catch up with Maggie's Farm at work.)
Correct. The gals do want to be fertilized - as long as they have their birth control!
It is not PC, but that is what they want, and what we want it to do it for them. Simple biology. I am always ready to help, and to buy the beer.
Hey, anonymous, old buddy: Complain to your parents: they did not give you the humor gene. jeez. Go back to them and demand it, or ask for your money back.
And, for facts, haven't you noticed that that is what they generally want? We have 2 gals on board at Maggie's - extremely accomplished ones, too, and they will never hestiate to admit that breeding is their highest accomplishment - with 7 kids between them.
Furthermore, need I inform you that it is rather high on the average male's agenda, also?
Yes, indeedy. we are always ready to rock and roll, right?
They are the flowers - we are the bumble bees. It's called nature, and what a fine thing that is!
Loosen up, Anonymous! 'Tis springtime!