A Bitch Named Irene…
I looked into the basement. High tide peaked and I had one step to go. The water looked calmer. The freezer was lodged on two steps against a wall that had my workbench on the other side.
I looked into the basement. High tide peaked and I had one step to go. The water looked calmer. The freezer was lodged on two steps against a wall that had my workbench on the other side.
Imagine if you can, visually, a task that requires you to insert a round rubber stub 1 inch diameter by ½ inch long into a tube that will hold it in place while you drill through it and repeat this task ten thousand times.
I believe that poverty, class distinction, and freedom itself are not metered by material wealth but by the repeating resonance of “no”. It is clear that we assemble cars better than we assemble people.
A guy gets into an elevator with a feminist… No seriously, a really nice guy gets into an elevator and all hell breaks loose. Time to explore this looney store from a deeper perspective and see what Elevator-Dude was all about.
It’s one of those game scenarios where the partner tries to control the outcome and control all the credits so you can’t alter the game. But when the game score is negatively affected you have to eat the shit for it, because you have no real patriarchal power.
Just know that for the Genders to exist requires collaboration. If you have a crack instead of a penis and are challenged by this statement it’s called fucking and if you can’t afford your own test tube you will have to go the old fashion route.
This is choice nugget is fodder for a dozen articles itself. Stated succinctly, marriage version 2.0 is a construct affording legal and financial advantage to women, and legal and financial liability to men.
Not so long ago I read a post by an MRA who frequents this site and his name is Merlin. The post briefly told of a story about this man’s brother and a hell he’s now in. A hell whipped up by his girlfriend. There was nothing earth shattering about the story, in fact it …
Reds are taught from a very early age to “never hit greens.” Greens, however, are not taught the same thing when it came to them hitting reds. In fact, society thought it was funny or deserved for a green to hit a red. Reds are taught that protecting greens from harm is the sign of a “Real Red.” As such, only reds are drafted in times of war.
Everything you know comes from your brain. It’s like a library, but before you can know something your brain has to get the information, it has to put books on its shelves. Your brain collects information your whole life and stores it in your library, in your brain. Just like a library you can’t read all the books at the same time, so when you wonder about something or become curious your brain will check to see if it has information that it can give you.