What the fuck is wrong with the human
race as a mammalian construct? We've moved from the animal kingdom to
the civilized world, and that's a good thing, right? Wrong! We've
lost the natural rhythm of men and women and because of that we are
all out of wack, and our whole relationship model is skewed. That's
what's so fucked up about the entire thing. We have messed up the
workings of men and women and because of that we end up with the mess
we have today. Which is lonely assed women laying around their
ultra-clean homes on a Friday night, watching some girly movie with a
quart of ice cream and a rainfall of tears. And the guys, well
they're cueing up in line, one behind the other, trying to fuck the
town slut who's bleeding them out of their hard earned cash for a
kiss and a poke. That's the sorry state of our human race because we
are out of sync with nature.
The primal problem with our
relation- ships is FEAR. The natural balance of what is acceptable and
what is not. Men have been de-clawed by a culture of touchy-feely
motherfuckers that have men acting like women. Because men can't act
like men, women are no longer fearful of men as FUCKING MEN!!!
I'll give you a case in point. When a
deer crosses a lion's path, do you think that deer shit's bricks? Why
is that? Because that deer knows one thing for certain. It is lunch
and the lion is the hunter. The hunter hunts down and crushes the
prey. The thing is....women are prey and men are predators. Simple as
that. Now all of my feminist friends out there are crying foul
because I said this but lets take this shit into the streets and you
correct my ass.
You walk into a mother- fucking bar or
night club and what do you find. Women are walking in the clubs
dressed to the nines, all provocative and shit, trying to LOOK GOOD.
If there's more than one of them, do they go out on the kill together
like a pack of lionesses? NO FUCKING WAY! They herd together like
cows and watch as the predators lope around them, hoping to be yanked
from the cattle and dragged off to the slaughter. Typical female
mentality. I'm not saying that there aren't exceptions to the rule,
which is that errant woman that goes to a man and makes a pass at
him, but these women are few and far between. If I had to give a
statistic, they're one in fifteen hundred. The rank and file woman is
looking for a man to come and sweep THEM off their feet.
And what about men? They go to bars and
clubs and work on their confi- dence. They go back and forth, trying to
work up the courage to ask a woman out or to buy her a drink to start
a conversation and to move a relationship forward. That's the thing,
either they become predators, or they're going home to pull on their
dicks and watch porn. Either a man hunts or he starves. Simple as
that.
The dynamic fails when men go into the
company of women and act like fucking deer. And why do men act
this way? Because they are not allowed to sharpen their teeth and
talons in their daily interaction with women. A man crosses a woman's
path today, he can't look her up and down and notice her nice legs
and say to her, “Nice legs.” Or when she's walking past, he can't
call out behind her, “Yo! You've got a nice ass!” Because it's
not socially acceptable. That's the funny thing. These things, these
incidents, allow men to tear down, brick by brick, their fear of
women so as to have no problem in approaching them. Instead, they
have an easier time in opening their mouths to a woman if they have
grown used to or accustomed to speaking with them about things of a
sexually provocative nature.
So if a man finds himself in a fucking
club with a woman and he walks up to her an says, a line,
like, "The CIA is trying to steal my penis. I need to find a place to hide it,” or “Excuse me, but I'm new in town. Can I have directions to your place?” or “Baby, you look so sweet you are giving me a cavity.” Now these are cheap lines, I know, but cheap lines are not
about being funny or inventive. They're only fucking purpose is to
give a man something to say so as to break the ice. In other words,
they are only there to alert the woman that this man in interested in
her. If she wants something funny, go to a fucking comedy club. If
she wants something inventive, go to the Patent Pending Office. Fuck
those silly bitches that want more than hello, what's your name? The
worst thing you can do to them is ignore them and send them skulking
home by themselves to eat ice cream in a pool of their own tears.
When a man crosses a woman's path, she
should shit bricks. She should expect him to make a comment about
her, something nice about her, because she's got it going on, and if
a man ignores her, her shit is beginning to fail. That's the most
painful experience any woman will tell you, that she has gotten so
old that men no longer find them attractive. The day that they become
old women. That is the most miserable day in their lives. Many women
today are suffering from a premature old age, when men don't even
look their way, or whistle, or call them out as they walk past them
in the streets.
That is the thing. Now men are
emasculated, yeah, that means that their dicks have been removed and women are lost. Men don't have any dicks anymore because our society has absconded with them, and
they fail to use them. I look a woman up and down when I want to and
I can talk shit longer than any shit-talker, because it's like having
a weapon with unlimited ammo. I'm proud of my dick, and whenever I want to use it, I use it because I don't care about society.
If you're a man, it's your fucking job
to HIT ON WOMEN. And if you're a woman, it's your job to be HIT ON BY
MEN. Stop copping an attitude if an ugly guy hits on you. What kind
of bullshit is that? Every man is not young and pretty. And they are
only passing you a compliment. Take it and smile and move on.
Let's be happy animals from now on. So
men, go out on the hunt, and women, get led to the slaughter, and
remember, the 'slaughter' is not a bad thing. Slaughter means that
two people get to fuck and maybe even commit to each other.
Okay now, go fuck.
Hobobob











2 comments:
WE'VE COME A LONG WAY BABY
So I was trawling for images to celebrate your 51ishness and I decided to check in on your latest provocations. How did I forget how f-ing provocative you can get? Well, I guess you need to get up with Tom Cruise and Paul Thomas Anderson and make a new installment of Magnolia. Or make gobs of money with your own troglodyte workshops on picking up women...
-j
p.s. Of course your Survivor post was thought..., um, provoking since I have dismissed the series entirely. You certainly do have a way of thinking with your own unique set of boxes.
Yeah J, you know me, this shit churns in my head and I projectile vomit it on my blog when necessary. I was actually dropping a turd on men in this post, but women were collateral damage. Didn't mean to be so harsh on the female gender.
Troglodyte workshops...hmmmm, now that's a plan.
Good to hear from you.
Hb
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