Testosterone Poisoning

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Just a little peace ditty...

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If women ran the world:
I think...

The nations might stop fighting,
The bombs might stop lighting.
The blood might stop flowing,
The sadness might stop growing.

The suits might stop lying,
The mothers might stop crying.
The occupiers might stop raping,
The reporters might stop taping.

The money might stop bailing,
The economy might stop flailing.
The sects might stop abhorring,
The world might stop warring.

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champagne1982champagne1982about 16 years ago
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Well, maybe or at least until they suffered "testosterone poisoning". ;) Hopefully, this is facetiousness at its finest, sarcasm at its most cutting or irony at its best.

KOLKOREKOLKOREabout 16 years ago
I beg to differ, but still empathize...

Neither dear Maggie (Thatcher) nor Golda (Meir) were the icons of peace in their times… The former ‘graciously’ allowed prisoners who chose to protest with a hunger strike, to linger on straight to their deaths!

The latter, not exactly the dove in the bunch, wouldn’t listen, just laughed when was asked for a compromise before war; to the same she agreed, that is after thousands have died…

And how about the Queen (Victoria) who ruled the sees, and with strong arm colonized the lands, I can’t seem to remember how exactly she brought peace to earth…

Yes, my friend, we love to fall in love with the ladies… and in many ways the fairer gender is better then its confused counterparts slobs…

But still I maintain (I’m afraid it’s quite boring), let the best person for the job be selected, based on their skills, not on their chromosomes arrangement …

I could never blame though a fellow member to the confused gender for having a moment of romantic sentimentalism...It may even prove beneficial on valentine days and such... :-)

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 16 years ago
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Afraid I have to agree and you are looking at the breed with rose coloured spectacles never underestimate a woman my friend they just do the deeds a damn sight quieter

sassynycsassynycabout 16 years ago
you precious man....

every fiber of my being would like to co-sign on your romanticized sentiments of the fairer sex. but alas, normal jean is so right. i regret to say, women folk are a slithery bunch, no matter how pretty to look at. we might not be worse off than with the current state of things, but there'd just be a different brand of screw-ation on the shelves. any takers? i damn sure don't want any!

however, i'm sure you've accrued massive cool points with the ladies at Lit. i imagine your inbox must be flooded with fan mail.

normal jeannormal jeanabout 16 years ago
oh darling

you give women way too much credit, they are spiteful and back stabbing, they gossip and lie, they are petty and pretentious and they steal your man then blame you for your loss. we are better off with the men running things...at least you know where you stand with a man, you are screwed and you know it from day one, no guessing with them.

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