Let the Sisters Do It For Themselves
OK, men, it’s time to drop our tools of leadership — the gun and sword and lobbyist-funded spending account; the blood-feud, the vengeance-decree and the religious piety that leads to persecution and random killings in God’s names — and let the women take over.
I’m not talking to you guys. You guys have already seen the light and let the women lead. After all, they think in layers and patterns and colors. They see the complicated in the simple and can find the simple in the complicated. Guys know that. We accept that they are superior is many ways, organization being primary.
Men, on the other hand, will never admit it. Men must be superior. They must fluff their feathers, parade their plumes and kill to prove their might. Men always have something to prove, usually their own dominion over others. Guys usually have a game to watch.
Men, and wannabe men, lead the world. They set the rules. They rape. They burn. They pillage. They lead us unto war. Watch the History Channel. Watch the news. Watch CSI-SVU, CSI-Miami, CSI-Classic Formula and CSI-Yomama, shows whose main stars are dead people and the blunt instruments, garrotes, guns, sticks, clubs, knives, cars that assist in causing the demise of the dead.
Men like stories about death. They like stories about inflicting power upon others.
So that’s where we are now. We — and by we I mean us males — are killing each other in Gaza. We are killing each other and viciously and horribly gang raping, killing and destroying women in the Congo so that their idiot-cultured husbands will reject them and the world will be ethnically sanitized for our protection.
Every where you turn on TV, we entertain ourselves by watching other people get killed in horrible ways and then we wonder why men walk into college classrooms, into Wendy’s restaurants, into post offices and randomly kill whoever is in line getting a chili, a frosty and a side-salad.
Let’s stop it, men. Let’s let our Gods sit down and chill out and we do the same and let the women take over for the next thousand years. Let’s see what they do with it. I’ll bet they won’t make us wear full-length robes because they can’t control their sexual urges. I’ll bet they won’t invade other countries for the bloody hell of it. I’ll bet they won’t set up religious rites by which they mutilate our genitals so that sex is no longer a pleasure.
It’ll be a cleaner world, safer, more secure and the trains would run on time.
Personally, I’m ready for it.
Posted by Bryan McKenzie at 08:24 AM. Filed under: Knee-deep in Thought •
