Welcome to the New Paleolithic, where.. Cro-Magnons once again drag women by the hair into their caves—and the women love every minute of it. [Add pic supplied by Mr Rot.]REGURGE for Courtney A. in a couple years. But Tecs says, She's smart!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Rot on the prowl
Welcome to the New Paleolithic, where.. Cro-Magnons once again drag women by the hair into their caves—and the women love every minute of it. [Add pic supplied by Mr Rot.]REGURGE for Courtney A. in a couple years. But Tecs says, She's smart!
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Gringa puta.
Time to close shop.
As might be expected, many males would like to help themselves at this overladen buffet. But there’s a problem: While it’s a truism that the main beneficiaries of the sexual revolution are men, it is only some men: the Tucker Maxes, with the good looks, self-confidence, and swagger that enable them to sidle up successfully to a gaggle of well turned-out females in a crowded and anonymous club where the short-statured, the homely, the paunchy, the balding, and the sweater-clad are, if not turned away outside by the bouncer, ignominiously ignored by the busy, beautiful people within. Hmmmm...
Not surprisingly, given that “head of the household” is a phrase that cannot be uttered in today’s egalitarian homes, many women satisfy their yearning for dominance by throwing themselves at bad boys or even worse. The very day, March 17, 2005, that Scott Peterson—sentenced to death in California for killing his wife and unborn son and throwing their remains into San Francisco Bay—took up residence on San Quentin’s death row, he received three-dozen phone calls from smitten women, including an 18-year-old who wanted to become his second wife. According to an April story in People, Peterson is still being flooded with letters from female admirers almost five years later, many of the mash notes containing checks to pay for his commissary charges. That’s par for the course on death row, where the rule is: The more notorious the killer, the more fan mail and marriage proposals. The most fan-mail-saturated killer in San Quentin is Richard Allen Davis, who in 1993 kidnapped 12-year-old Polly Klaas at knifepoint from her home in Petaluma, Calif., killed her, and buried her in a shallow grave.
Sick. How to explain such imbecility? I won't even try.
Ah, like the Obama girl? She and Tucker Max would fit like hand in glove (or is it the other way around?)
Dunno. Not to go political on everything, but this way of being is so foreign to me, all it reminds me of is whatever 'thinking' put that mongoloid in the WH.
I suppose there's some word for this, to pile together all that is senseless into one pile and declare it to be equivalent, but I see that class of people so averse to casting that first stone...probably complicit.
This really makes me vomit. Perhaps it's the Saudis that are right and we've fucked up. Freedom for morons is just moronic. They're better in cages where they won't do my kids any harm.
No, I don't see what you mean. So Tex is smart. Does that mean he shouldn't be tied to a post and shot?
He's leading a pretty good number of morons astray.
By the way, have a look at the transcript of his bash in PA. He doesn't sound too smart to me.
Well, he's a shyster, what do you expect -- a string theorist? But he managed to fool Chicago and Duke into giving him full fellowships, so he must be smart in some way (besides fooling random chicks, that is).
Yeh, right. I agree. No doubt that the guy can process the data and wrote something that comes off good. I even agree that that's smart.
I guess I should have been clearer, as Tucker Max would've been. It's not that he's dumb, but that dumb people see he's smart and he uses that.
Ever notice how big, strong guys are usually polite and decent?
Once, I was walking in the French Quarter late at night, street was empty except for me and a guy that must've been a pro football player. I have seen a few, and this is unmistakable.
He was behind me a few yards back, and so I started looking for a hotel or something to duck into or something. I also started picking up the pace.
Guy senses what I am about and says to me, "Don't worry. I'm cool."
He didn't have to put me at ease, y'know.
Dickheads that take advantage of their advantage are uncivil is all. In the old days, smart or dumb, the villagers would have gone after Tucker Max with pitchforks. Now the villagers cheer him on.
Got it finally. Max is just young Bukowsky, and funnier.
You mean, Bukowsky like in that beer tavern next to the Pike? Hey, that would be a good place to settle a fraction of the VCP tab.
Nah, I mean this guy.
It is pretty convenient for you to propose to meet in Inman Sq to settle up. You know that I won't be there for a while and so maybe, just maybe, you can pull back to even.
Fat chance, buster.
Tucker Max teaches school.
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