How many militant feminists does it take to change a light
bulb? Two. One to change the bulb, and one to kiss my ass.
That's right. I said kiss my ass. 'Cause I've had it. I'm tired
of being pushed around. Tired of being grouped in with all the
deadbeat dads and rapists and lecherous bosses just because I'm
a man. All men aren't "potential rapists." I'm not a potential
But, I am a potential murderer if all of you don't shut
up and get out of my face already. You've ruined it for everybody.
Everybody, do you hear me? Men, women-everybody. Because of
you and everyone else in this society that needs to play political
victim and go to court instead of just dealing with it themselves,
no one can have any kind of fun anymore. Men and women can't
flirt, or hug, or look at anyone sideways because of you and
Are you happy? You've used a stink bomb to kill a few ants.
And while I'm at it... Naval Aviators, who are willing to die
so that we can have low prices at the gas pump, should be able
to throw the wildest parties they can manage without one uptight
biddy coming in and stopping it.
There were scads of women at that Tailhook party who were
having the time of their lives, voluntarily being just as debauched
as any of the men were.
Everyone who flew a plane, or even knew someone who flew
a plane, knew how wild those parties were and what went on.
What did she expect? A prayer service?
And why didn't she just throw some punches of her own when
these couple of guys groped her? Why didn't she give them what
they had coming and just kick them in the balls? Didn't our
tax money go to teach her how to fight?
I'm not trying to make the idiotic "she had it coming" argument
here, which would go something like "of course they grabbed
her breasts, look how big they are."
Plus, just reaching out and grabbing some boob is wrong
no matter what. When I was in college, even at our most drunken
fraternity parties we never acted like that. No matter how hard
I try I can't think of an excuse good enough to do something
like that. But it's still nothing to lose a career over.
Besides, fighter pilots are supposed to be aggressive assholes.
That's what we pay them for. I don't know about you, but I don't
want a navy full of fighter pilots who are gifted at giving
sensitivity seminars. I want mad-dog, rabid killers going to
battle for me and mine. Man or woman.
When our stable gas prices are threatened by a Middle-Eastern
Madman, when we want to force our form of government on
some poor, unsuspecting Latin American country, when uppity
foreign diplomats "forget" to pay their parking tickets, I want
to be able to call on men and women who like to fight and drink.
I want a naval officer who knows how to whack some drunk
in the balls when he grabs her tits, not call a press conference,
and a lawyer.
If you're a wimp who doesn't know how to find the exit at
a rowdy party, go fly a kite, not a jet fighter. So there.