If these Ugly, angry, bitter women really wanted to scare men, they would promise to have sex with them. And when I write ugly, angry, bitter women I really mean of course Feminsts
With inspiration from Leymah Gbowee, who is sort of the Jimma Hoffa of sexual collective bargaining around the world, a few feminist types are planning a “sex strike” because Sandra Fluke can’t afford $9 a month for contraceptives, or something like that:
In light of the recent war on women, we are calling for a nationwide sex strike from April 28th to May 5th. All women should withhold from having sex with their partners.
This will help people understand that contraception is for women and men, because men enjoy the benefit of women making their own choices about when and if they want to get pregnant.
Once congress and insurance agencies agree to cover contraception, we will then resume having sex. Until then men will have to be content with their left hand.
I’m guessing women this touchy either don’t have boyfriends or husbands anyway — or if they do, the poor guys are already working their left hands harder than Señor Wences on the Ed Sullivan Show.
I suppose the alternate post title would be “Feminuts announce sex strike, men everywhere say THANK YOU!”
Yes, I know, you think I am risking scorn and attacks from the Feminuts by posting this. But you would be wrong! I am HOPING to get that scorn, because when a man is scorned by
Ugly, angry, bitter women Feminuts then he knows he is speaking the truth.
Of course, you might be reading this and thinking that I am being insensitive by mocking Feminuts for their lack of physical attractiveness. No, I am not. If I were being insensitive, I would just say that Feminists had to trick or treat over the phone as girls, or that they were walking bill boards for birth control. Of course, being a sensitive guy, I would NEVER write such things. In writing that Feminuts are homely, I am simply being honest. But, what makes these women unattractive is their anger and bitterness. If they were not so darned bitter, I might even consider letting one of them cook me dinner. See I am a reasonable guy. And sensitive too, which is why I did not write that Feminuts generally look like they just fell out of the Ugly Tree, hitting every branch on the way down. See, so call me Mr. Sensitivity!