In the past, DUmmie mothers would spread their legs for anyone of importance or had money ....and they're still doing it.
Because I was close to my maternal grandmother--she was very old, and nobody else paid any attention to her--as a child, I was filled in on family history, at least her side of the family.
I still remember all she told me.
One of my favorite ancestors was Dragomir of Gheorgheni (1507-1571; name of wife forgotten to history); he was one of my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfathers.
Actually, not much is known about him. He was considered a ne'er-do-well in the village where he was born and raised, and one day while reasonably young, he just took off. Nobody knew where he went. He came back about twenty years later, enormously wealthy from a fleet of barges on the Danube River that floated between the Black Sea and Vienna.
He settled down, and was still unmarried. Well, being a rich man, he was considered a "catch" for a husband, and all the single women of the village courted and wooed him.
He finally married a widow with five children, all of them bums and freeloaders and with different fathers.
His choice flummoxed all the people in the village; "You could've had any one of some really beautiful chicks here, but you chose
her?--the meanest, nastiest old shrew in the village, a nag, a busybody, a complainer, a bitch who's never happy about anything? You chose
her? Why?"
My long-ago ancestor Dragomir, complacently puffing on a long-stemmed pipe, phlegmatically commented that thus far he'd had a pretty easy life, and had gotten away with much, for which God would certainly call him to account. So he figured it was better to pay for his sins in this life, rather than in the next.
