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.
Women often can be heard adopting the passive-aggressive victim posture, and bitching about how easy and good men have it in life. Fortunately, there are plenty of wise women out there who appreciate how tough it is for a boy child to become a man: it is so tough that many never manage to do it.
Think about it: we women have far more latitude in how we can be, and in our respectable choices in life.
Let's bring some politics into this, just for fun. McCain is the Retrosexual: he knows guns, wouldn't back away from a fight and can use his fists, bait a hook, and can mess with an old Chevy carburetor. Obama: pure Metrosexual, with clean nails, probably never used a chain saw or shot a handgun in his life, and probably hires illegal Mexicans to do his gardening. "I'll have a chardonnay spritzer, please, when you have a chance."
Photo: Atticus Finch, a portrayal of a real American man.
Difficult to figure out if the author is doing a tongue in cheeky piece but it doesn't really matter. She hit on enough of the right stuff to qualify the article as correct.
She named the correct virtues and vices, and when she used Steve McQueen as an example of a real man she scored big time. I once watched him drive the 12 Hours of Sebring with a broken foot. He came in second. Had she gone a bit further back in time the field widens considerably with Robert Mitchum at the head of the class.
Young girls today appear drawn to body waxed tattooed candy asses like B Hussein. It's good Dr Bliss shared this with us.
And this week when my Obama Sucks t-shirt arrives I'm putt'n it on and heading for where I never go ... the Mall ..just curious to see the reception I'll get. I may even put a pack of unfiltered Camels up the sleeve and do the thing after I'm pumped up from a workout, which I will brag now I just did my first 400 pound bench press last Friday .. it was a nice goal to achieve and I worked damn hard to achieve it.
I missed the brawl. I'm away every weekend, have been for the past four years. That's another story. So who's King? What were we fighting about? That stupid castle? Who is mika2k1? Does he have the hots for Meta too! I'm having a hard enough time keeping Buddy and Luther away. Now I have more competition. His name is a really cool name for a gun. I have a mika2k1 with a 30 round clip. Roger ? the ex King of Sicily, over my dead guinea, dago, wop ass. I am the King of Sicily!!! Where was Rodney can't we all get along King during the brawl. I read all the posts looks like it was a good rumble. Habu, you are the straw that stirs the drink @ Maggie's Farm. Jephnol said it best a few months ago. Once in awhile we need a barroom brawl to clear the air.
It twas a serf uprising of monumental doo-doo slinging whitch sometimes staid on topic, sometimes naught. Our sevral kings throttled the proles and when we faut back, the kings deleted those writtin protests they thot blasfemus to their varied throwns.
YOU AR TO BEE HAVE !!!! EXCEPT YOU CAN SAY: DRINK PISS
At this point I think you have a good sight picture on the goings on. Simple peasant above also did a nice summation.
At this point I think if we move ahead it's best for all. In the end each had their say, no one got buggy whipped and all in all if the truth be known I think BD earned a gold star for letting the steam valve remain fully open for what, over 100 comments.
It was kinda fun though. The serfs carrying torches toward the castle and hubba hubba-ing outside the drawbridge and in no danger from the dreaded machicolation.