Patriot Retort: Well, this was bound to happen.
Once again angry feminists felt the bitter sting of defeat.
So naturally, they need to take white women to the woodshed for not joining the Feminist Hive.
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While we’re lecturing white women, ask them to cut the sammiches diagonally.
^^^^ good luck wid’dat … been w/ She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed for 47 years & she STILL won’t do it !!!!
ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ, you should probably ask her to “calm down”. I hear those are magic words for women.
Whether she cuts the sammich into rectangles or triangles, she always leaves at least a few crumbs behind, thus diminishing the sammich. Leave ’em whole, don’t cut ’em. Real men can lift and handle a whole sammich. Or do you drink soy milk with your tofu-based phony turkey on gluten-free “bread” with fat-free mayo and alfalfa sprouts?
(-:
My response: “Do you want me to chew if for you, too?!”
@Uncle Al ~ no, but I ate a sammich from Placenta Bread today …. Turkey w/apple slices, cole slaw, non-fat-free horseradish mayo, some of those green things that pretend to be lettuce, on … no shit … Cranberry Walnut bread
… & IT WAS CUT DIAGONALLY!!! …. she still don’t get it
@ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ – Except for the cut, that sounds like a mighty fine sammich.
sidebar: I’m partial to cranberry walnut bread myself. Cran-Wal-Rye is the best seller at my wife’s church monthly street sales. She and I bake the bread; we made 14 loaves weekend before last. Being Republicans, I tell her how much of what to measure out for me and I actually make the dough and bake the loaves. Then I tell her to clean up. *snicker* Just kidding – it’s teamwork all the way.
How dare some women have independent thought! (Thank God they do)
Al, you can’t call other people soy boys for preferring the diagonal cut sammich when you publicly proclaim your undying love for fruit bread.
Fruit bread? Good Lord man, you might as well carry pictures of nekkid mens in your wallet and walk around the house in high heels.
Fruit bread…… jeeze…. I need an alka seltzer now…..
Fruit bread?
Let me tell you how good it is to combine tree-ripened, Hawaiian mangoes and bananas (yes, tree-ripened bananas) with crushed pecans, brown sugar, flour, etc. in the best fruit bread you’ve ever tasted. It’s really not bread, but cake.
It’s been 40+ years since I’ve had it. Damn.
“Appearing on The View in February 2017, pudgy Lena Dunham actually proposed traveling around the country to “enlighten” us white women who are under the thumb of powerful, domineering men.”
If I understand the theory of “projection” correctly I might be able to infer from Ms. Dunham’s actual problem (besides personal internal/external ugliness) is that of powerful, domineering DEMOCRAT men.
And soyboys.
I’m kind of glad the feminists are telling us we’re not welcome in their party. I get sick of being lumped with them. I think we need to give them a new gender so real women can keep ours. lol
@Aaron Burr – Sometimes I had too much fruit bread. I liked fruit bread. I still like fruit bread. But I never ate fruit bread to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone.
Jimmy….. I will light a candle for your lost soul…..
Al…. eating fruit bread while driving an import and listening to Taylor Swift…
You make a compelling case for a preemptive nuclear strike.
I was looking for the wacko feminist thread and ran into the sammich and fruit bread discussion. I must have taken a wrong turn at the transgender navy bodybuilder post.
“Listen up wymmyn… Your men who love you and help pay the bills and help you raise your kids don’t own you. We own you, because we said so. So, give up that home in the suburbs, kick your husband and those burdensome little rug rats to the curb and get yourself a nice studio apartment with five cats in a shitty part of town and have a few awkward lesbian experiences with some smelly women who slap you around afterward. Because that is the only way we will win.”
– Turd Wave Femifascists
Taylor Swift? Nope. I like to listen to Shantel. He’s from another planet.
Why am I only now hearing about this mango fruit bread/cake bidness?
MJ…. I’m at a loss. WHO ARE THESE FRUITBREAD MINIONS!?!?!?!?!?
I shouldn’t care. Carbohydrates are for poor people.
You are part of unthinking hive or you are not “authentic.”
And lesbians decide who is and who is not an authentic female.
@Aaron Burr – Actually my favorite bread is an unbleached high-gluten flour sourdough baguette made from a starter cultured from the sweat of conservative Christian college cheerleaders slathered with Camenbert cheese.
The bread’s slathered. Not the cheerleaders.
Bread= poor people.
Just remember, fruit bread ≠ fruit cake.
Jim-Jam…. I gotta’ be honest….. it’s all highly suspect.
Radical Feminism is a foil for a broken life. There is nothing so satisfying to women than to be a helpmates to a life-long partner. What can compare to creating a comfortable, happy sanctuary for the people you love the most? Or, if you are single, making a comfortable, pleasant environment for yourself and your friends and family?
I love this part of scripture (especially back in the days when our kid lived at home and I was often up early early in the morning to get everything done that needed doing.):
What has a radical feminist to compare with these goals?
Proverbs 31:10-31 English Standard Version (ESV)
The Woman Who Fears the Lord
10
[a] An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
11
The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12
She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13
She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14
She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15
She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16
She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17
She dresses herself[b] with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18
She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19
She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20
She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21
She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.[c]
22
She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23
Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24
She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27
She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29
“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31
Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.
@Aaron – One must never lose sight of the purpose of bread, namely to provide a suitable gustatory vehicle to convey to the mouth BUTTER.
Dear American Jesus….. give me the strength to lead the unwilling back into your fold….
Look, Al,…. you’re not even doing cow right. You eat the cow. You cut it up into pieces and put those pieces between two slices of bread. Bread bread. Not fruit bread, not nut bread, not toothpaste bread or circus bread….. just….. bread.
Then you cut that sammich diagonally.
Amen.
@Aaron – Changing the subject, are you? OK, then, I do eat the cow. I cut it up into pieces and put those pieces on a hot fire to sear and char the outside and then frequently but not always put those pieces between two slices of bread. Ciabatta, usually. With butter and salt and freshly cracked Sumatran Lampong black pepper. And on the side, a double shot of rye whiskey with a beer chaser.
And when I make a sandwich I don’t cut it at all, diagonally or otherwise. I have no trouble handling a whole sandwich.
Hey Aaron – I just noticed that here we are two white men lecturing each other on a thread about white women lecturing other white women.
I think I DID turn left at Albuquerque.
Turning in now. For your listening and watching pleasure, here’s another Romanian toe-tapper.
Oh I see, too wimpy for tequila…..
Also, you failed to mention whether or not you wear a shirt while eating dripping beef or if you just let the tallow drippings mingle in your chest hairs.
Further, the hand not holding the sammich needs to be firing an automatic weapon of some sort.
Oh and at some point we’ll have to suss out your butter obsession. hey, I saw Last Tango in Paris too…. it apparently had a different effect on me.
Oh…and nobody cares what skirts think about this.
@Uncle Al (at 11:23 pm): It’s starting to sound like you have a Burr under your cattle.
😉
@Vietvet – AB and I have known each other online for 10 years or more and have been trading good-natured barbs all the while. We’re just having fun!
Still can’t believe you swapped coasts. Florida doesn’t have any decent baseball teams.
@Uncle Al: Yeah, I kinda figured that.
🙂