Its always been about having more sex in the military.
Any society that sends its women to fight before it sends its non-shaving boys and cane-borne old men deserves to be destroyed.
Geez, Louise.
Being a soldier in combat is a nasty, ugly, dirty, uncivilized, debilitating physical business. It will physically break down even strong trained young men if they’re not given periodic relief. The feminist myth indoctrinating children from popular culture to schools puts out images of 115 lb cuties beating hulks twice their size in hand to hand combat. I fear one day this nation will learn that a real fight is not a movie, cartoon or video game.
BCGs FOR THE OOOH-RAAAH!
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
:)
Rush is right, Feminism sought to bring the unattractive to the mainstream of society.
Back in the 1950s and 60s, the joke was that only homely women, who couldn’t get husbands, joined the military.
When I was in Basic, and hadn’t seen a woman for over thirty days, even the homely ones started looking good!
I’m sure women know that advertisements always show everything looking it’s optimal best. That’s not a brand new concept. Yes, work some average gals in there, but no, don’t try to legislate something so prone to individual whim, come on! Next, it will be quotas to meet for the ugly, the fat, the over-tall, the unfortunately short, the post-spinal bifida ops. Then, guess what, Miss American Beauties can rightfully call themselves victimized minorities, to start the whole cycle all over again.
They should use roller derby queens, because that’s the kind of woman you want in the military...
Gonna tell you a story that you won’t believe
But I fell in love last Friday evenin’
With a girl I saw on a bar room T.V. screen
Well I was just gettin’ ready to get my hat
When she caught my eye and I put it back
And I ordered myself a couple o’ more shots and beers
The night that I fell in love with a Roller Derby Queen
Round and round, oh round and round
The meanest hunk o’ woman
That anybody ever seen
Down in the arena
She was five foot six and two fifteen
A bleached-blonde mama
With a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle
And she knew how to scuffle and fight
Apparently, I was mistaken.
Catching hell for speaking the truth?