Some day I need to take myself to a feminist conference. I have no idea what they do there except pass resolutions denouncing all the things that upset them, but clearly that is also entertaining.

Seriously, these people are missing a bet. If they called it performance art and sold tickets they could make a fortune.


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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Good lord. I had to ask around to find out what “jazz hands” are. Huh. The deaf community has been way ahead of the curve, what with waving pennants and ribbons vs. clapping.
Joel (or any reader who knows), I have to know: where the hell did that pic come from?
I’ve seen the flick, but really don’t remember. Some horror version of a fairy tale, as I recall.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx3jLlWVq7M&w=560&h=315%5D
Actually, this ones better
https://youtu.be/OSICJJq86ic
I simply cannot understand how women/feminist think this and the other crazy things they do support their effort to prove women are the equal of men. If they are so sensitive, so tender that they must be treated “special” how can they then say they can do any job a man can do. I was in the military when the decison was to increase the percentage of women and it was such a bizarre time. On the one hand you couldn’t talk to them, make jokes, god forbid you actually touched one and on the other hand it was constant barrage of trewat them as equals. The physical standards for women in the military started out abysmally low and went downhill every year. Then a very ironic thing happened; it became obvious that the woman’s standards of physical fitness was about half of what it was for the men. This could not stand it implied that the women were not equal or something. So they lowered the standards for the men until it made the women’s standards look better! DUH!
A few years ago there was a small no-name excercise facility in town where men could join and go lift weights. That’s all they had, a weight room. The women in the community complained and wanted the ability to join. The little no-name company relented and women joined. The first thing I noticed was the signs prohibiting making noises/grunting while lifting or dropping the weights to the floor. Apparently the sound of weights hitting the floor offended the tender sensibilities of the women, god only knows what the grunts did to them. But next the women objected to the men watching them excercise. So for awhile everyone was supposed to avert their gaze when a woman walked into the room. But even that didn’t stop the bleating, oops, I mean comlaints. So finally after many demands the small no-name gym instituted women only days on Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Well, as you can imagine no excercise nut can skip three days a week so the men moved to larger facilities and the little gym decided to go women only all the time. (Hey! Wasn’t that exactly what the women objected to?) But there never were enough women who had signed up and the little gym went bankrupt and closed. Perhaps that was the best thing but sadly the lesson was lost on everyone.