I know, I know, complete news to me too. You go through life thinking that you are just a mysoginistic as the next bloke and suddenly you realise that you are a feminist.
FORGET burning bras – today’s young self-styled feminists prefer to show their girl power in a skimpy swimsuit.
Kudos to you Sister!! Stand up for your rights in a two piece! Skimpier the Better I say. In fact, lose the top for more impact on the fallocentric bastard MEN.
I was going to try to remain impartial in writing this post but the stream of obscenities obstructing my mind couldn’t be held back.
If Shit-flinging Monkey Boy Mugabe were to win this upcoming election, I will never again care what happens to the people of Zimbabwe. It is entirely on their heads. I will never watch another cricket match which has Zimbabwe represented. I will never read another article. I simply do not care what happens to them. In fact I would prefer to build a wall around the country and give them all better guns. Then when we come back in a couple of years, it might be a worthwhile country to visit.
No doubt there will be those that object to my isolationist viewpoint. I say to them that Cuba is a shining light of what happens when you repeatedly elect an insane dictator and they should enjoy the prosperity it has bought them.
Zimbabwe is a country that should be amongst the richest in Africa, but they only have themselves to blame for repeatedly electing Mugabe. Were the entire country to come to its senses tomorrow and turf this pointless marxist out on his ear, it would restore the faith of rational thinking people everywhere.
I realise of course, that Mugabe, like all little dickless dictators, will cling to power in any way possible. He will attempt to rig the election, he will assault the usual people going about their usual democratic rights and obligations. He will send his thugs out to obstruct, harass, intimidate and rort. I say to the people of Zimbabwe, that they still have the power to overthrow this corrupt marxist little dictator.
It is up to them, entirely. I may be only one man. I may have no power whatsoever to change anything except my perceptions. But I can and do see the same thinking in many others. I see the need to see that the people of Zimbabwe are worthwhile. That they don’t deserve the depradations heaped upon them. I am not, nor will I ever be that person who believes that people are incapable of looking after themselves. If the people of Zimababwe decide that they do want to live with the bootheel of mugabe on their necks, then so be it. That is their choice. My choice is to not ever again lift a finger to assist them in any way whatsoever.