Hey, Bill.
After reading your anti-snow diatribe this morning, I thought probably we need another chat.
I’ve been thinking, Bill, about your excess
avoirdupois, which is considerable.
I suppose most would attribute it to the soft and easy life of the lazy rich, and your gluttonous intake of certain liquids that are mostly calories.
I blame those, Bill, but I’m wondering if there’s a third thing too.
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Your incredible bulk, Bill, show some signs of being what franksolich calls “pharmaceutical bloat.â€
It’s the fatness, usually retained water, dropsy, edema, or whatever, that comes from taking pharmaceuticals--the so-called “easy way†out--instead of changing one’s life-style and habits, which of course takes considerably more work.
You’ve probably been taking pills from transparent tan bottles with child-proof safety caps since you were a little lad, Bill; I’ll bet Mama Jane’s made a lot of pharmacists rich.
You see, Bill, unfortunately for males raised in a one-parent family where the parent’s female, not only does he lack the presence of a strong male role-model to show him how to be a man, but also mama uses her best efforts to suppress, purge, his male-ness.
It’s natural; mothers are only human too. Given the separation of the parents, she perhaps quite naturally resents men and what makes them men.
And God forbid if her boy grows up to be a man.
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One of these ways of suppression, Bill, is via “drug therapy,†where pharmaceuticals are prescribed for “behavioral problems.â€
And to an angry, bitter woman, anything “male†is a behavioral problem.
Maybe when you were a wee little lad, Bill, Mama Jane sprinkled saltpeter into your breakfast cereal.
You might ask her.
And as you got older, Bill, you went to the kindly doctor, who gave you pills allegedly for behavioral problems, but actually to suppress your natural testosterone.
If Mama Jane didn’t allow you to watch those ancient black-and-white
Three Stooges short features because they were “silly,†Bill, that’s a pretty good indication she didn’t want you to grow up to be a well-rounded (in the head, and in the manners, not in the belly) gentleman.
You might ask her about that, Bill.
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You see, Bill, men are men and women are women, and
vive l’difference. Men are born to be one way, and woman are born to be another way.
When a woman tries suppressing what’s male in a boy or a man, trying to make him more like a woman, it distorts him, warps him all out of shape.
That’s where most of the men who are violent, or who drink too much, or who disrespect and abuse women, come from, Bill.
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And monsters, too, Bill.
The most vicious, the most heinous, the most barbaric matricide of which I’m aware took place in Nebraska some years ago, when a son murdered his women’s-libber mother.
It was pretty bad, Bill; if he’d taken a hatchet and slowly sliced her like salami while she was still alive, that would’ve been an easy death, compared with what he did do.
It was because his mother hated men, but having a son, she was determined that he grow up, despite his natural inclinations, devoid of anything and everything that boys and men are, and like to do.
In trying to mutate him, Bill, she created a monster.
It’s possible to
alter and
amend conduct, Bill--that’s what makes us a civilized society, teaching us good manners and how to get along with others--but one tries to
change genetics at a great risk. And of course genetics can’t be changed.
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I have no doubt, Bill, you were born with at least the minimal equipment, feelings, and urges of a male. But then through Mama Jane’s wiles and pharmaceuticals, your testosterone got considerably weakened, making you more womanly.
Hell, that pharmaceutical bloat’s probably giving you jugs.
If you’d been allowed to grow, evolve, and develop with a healthy sense of your male-ness, Bill, when you saw all that snow outdoors this morning, instead of whining like an effeminate wimp, you would’ve thought, “Hot-diggety-damn! There’s a man’s job to do out there, and
this man’s going to get it done!â€
You need to think about this, Bill, and ask Mama Jane how come she didn’t want her boy to grow up to be a man.
