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Wednesday, November 28. 2007PC WeekFor many more old, not very PC ads, including "Is it always illegal to kill a woman?", here at Daily Mail
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ah, yes, the liberation of womanhood and the maturing nanny state come together in the late 1960's to form the perfect Rx for the destruction of the traditional family unit.
Welfare laws made it illegal for a man to be married and the woman to receive welfare. Baby boomer women suddenly had a "higher" calling than "just raising a family"...too prosaic..they needed business leadership positions to fulfill their lives. Laws were passed, quotas reigned supreme and any children who weren't aborted (over 50,000,000) since Roe v Wade were "raised" by rent a nanny until school, and then it was in loco parentii. Yep "progress" is hard to stop. 50,000,000 million ..Hitler, Stalin, and Mao combined would have a hard time matching those numbers. But we're an enlightened society and those children just didn't need to be born..we knew that, so just abort and go back to work, looking for the brass ring. Change is one thing, progress another. "Change" is scientific, "progress" is ethical; change is indubitable, while progress is controversial.
So, Mr. Habu, Did women change or did women progress? What say you? Jonah Goldberg read the thread on his book and left a comment. Mr. Ms. Mrs. Meta,
Change is what collects on the top of your dresser, aftre wearing a hole in your pants. Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long . Your use of Bertrand Russell is laudable even though it took him over 280 pages in Principia Mathematica to prove that one plus one is two.......or that the end result of that workd still left his "proofs" fallible. Wasn't he a homo? You're a lovable ass Habu. Just how do we stop 'change', or 'progress'? Just give a 'direct order' that it all stop. We ain't in no fricking boot camp. The world will go on without us. Can't we deal with what is... and not what we would like it to be.
Thank you, Mr. Habu,
I find Bertrand Russell a fascinating man. Don't know if he was a homosexual or not, nor do I care. The schwiiinng of his balls had no effect on his brilliant mind, as you know. Do answer my query, please: Did women change or did women progress? What say you? Thank you. Those two do look really bummed out. And not just because she has dry skin. I bet they are not having sex. Thats no way to sell soap.
Ha... funny Patina... though I think she has been, and he not so much. He stern, she coy. Too much time at work for him... and she with all that free time... but agreed, no way to sell soap.
he's trying to hold her eyes while he sneakily singes the damn Emu
Mr. Larsen,
I don't know, but I think he's eye-gnoshing some lubricious beauty across the room. The tender of the damn emu is trying to get him to notice her broken left pinkie. Meta,
If I change religions is that a scientific event? As we grow older and more infirm is that progress? Change is what collects on the top of your dresser, aftre wearing a hole in your pants.
Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long . Brilliant!!! So... you just stop progress and change in their tracks... declare it enough... we want no more. Sorry, that's like telling the sun not to rise tomorrow.
Can we please be more realistic in our appraisals and suggestions on the future of the world. It is a weighty matter you know. Mr. Habu,
I don't believe changing religions is a scientific event. It's not even an event unless you figure redirecting your wishful thinking onto a snake, and that's pretty flaky if you ask me. You didn't say whether you'd be switching gods or not. Would you? If yes, then I can give you a more scientific answer. Is aging progress? Yep. Especially if in the process you learn some manners. if we went back to 19th century notions of behavior, i might call it progress.
So might I Buddy... but that is not going to happen... or let me rephrase... I would not care to see the long line of bodies that would be necessary for that to come about. Or, am I missing a 'way' that would preclude those bodies? I'm all ears.
And even if that were to occur... can we even then stop 'progress' and 'change'... just how do we do that? We have many examples behind us of what does not work, what new 'plan' would insulate us from the failures of the past. Can we please look to the future. And what we might do to make it better. I wouldn't marry her again.
Not even if she dialed in. Trust is not a recycalable commodity. Woman's liberation rapes her own progress. I'm sure the feeling would be mutual Leag. So... the first woman who said... 'I matter'... was raping herself... could you please put your comment into a more understandable context. I do not wish to unfairly judge.
Perhaps your feelin' is peristaltic, mac.
You say your done but keep pushin'. Allow me to redress, I definitely wouldn't marry her again. Red rum is not femine but drink of disfunctional choice. Chioce has been elevated to worship by disfunctional Supreme Court. Poor boys and girls fell prostrate when silly women marched in the street so long ago, shouting, Women's liberation's gonna get your momma gonna get get your boyfriend... But you weren't there. Kapish? Well perhaps... you do make my innards crawl, and I must involuntarily expel. I should keep silent but cannot in the face of such willful egoism.
Your foolish similes avoid the question. Your puerile pontifications do nothing to advance, seek just retreat to olden and golden... myth, much like the supposed hidden depth behind your meanderings. You saying I not there... shows you been nowhere. You sum you up with 'boyfriends'... shows the lack in you. I've got your boyfriends hanging jack... Y'all cain't feel it, yet.
I definitely will not marry that *thang*, again. Hanging portends some very deep peristalsis, mac. Grab a deep seat n hold tight. If y'all need further assistance dial accustomed #.
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Leag
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2007-11-28 23:05
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luther! shame on you!
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buddy larsen
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2007-11-29 00:10
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For what Buddy??? Defending myself against insult?
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Luther McLeod
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2007-11-29 06:36
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just kidding ya--you don't often get riled so it was worth a exclamation-
:-D
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buddy larsen
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2007-11-29 10:11
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Buddy, poor boy asked a loaded question poorly punctuated but mine is slack oft enough.
No shame bearing hisself. His question; So... the first woman who said... 'I matter'... was raping herself... could you please put your comment into a more understandable context. Long, perhaps before his time, long ago womans marching in Colorado Springs streets all for their bodily selves would chant: Woman's liberation's gonna get your momma, gonna get your sister, gonna get your daughter, gonna get your boyfreind, They mixed the chant with other persons dem bodily selves needed. It was quite a fright for the boys watching from sidewalks back then, too.
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Leag
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2007-11-29 07:26
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Don't think he would marry me again...A dog is mercifully silent, cheaper and more reliable, and has the great virtue of dying after 12 years or so, so you can start over with an adorable puppy....
The kids once sincerely and devastatingly asked "Who's that beautiful lady in the picture (of me at our wedding). My personal favorite one liner about how to assure a long lived (if not necessarily happy) marriage is "Whenever I feel badly treated, I just remind myself "You're not such a great catch yourself!" Hi, Apple Pie--have been limping along, worn down by family cares. Put three feet of evening wear and old "going out" clothes in ithe attic the other day after 20 years of not being used (shows you how long hope takes to die in the heart of a female dancer married to a non-dancer!). Must put aside childish things, I guess...One kid in very bad shape, others applying to college, BEING A GROWNUP IS NOT MUCH FUN! Tho friends, virtual or otherwise, redeem the trudge... You have some beautiful, thoughtful lines in that comment, Retriever. Well done.
Charles de Gaulle said ''age is a shipwreck'' --he might have helpfully added that the damn thing will never again float better than it floats today. Process can be reversed with diet & exercise but only if those activities have been sufficiently ignored long enough to've created great room for improvement.
In fact upon that project i daily assiduously work--that is, getting so far gone that any gesture at all in the direction of health and vigor (or at least a state of non-repulsiveness) will be akin at least in the short run to Ponce de Leon's (attempted) discovery of the waters of the fountain of yoot. A cute puppy. Hmmm. I sometimes try to reach down inside and find what exactly it is they was put in there at my local little parish that allows me to re-bound to a reaonably contented place. I think perhaps the most difficult thing to encounter is tough times with one's children. Close relative's son (aged 14) very healthy, no drugs, no problems, had a growth spurt last year. Heart grew too large for the accompanying arteries. One day he just didn't wake up for school. I am grateful, I have been blessed with the simple joys. But, she is so much more deserving than I of a peaceful life. I have enjoyed reading the piece about Blake, as once more we struggle with what exactly faith is.
With regard to dancing--give that guy dance lessons for Christmas (buy your self some too!). The time is coming soon when you will not be required to wear re-bar to a party--that is such a relief! ;-) Awww, Buddy, no one as smart as you ever has to worry about coming anywhere near de Gaulle's repulsiveness! Now he was a shipwreck!
The rest of us just do the best we can. As they say in "galaxyquest","never give up, never surrender!" :] r, there ya go--always lending a helping hand to the needy--
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