Congratulations to David Ruth (whom I’ve never met)! He has the dubious distinction of being the first (and only) respondent to one-of-my-OP-ED-columns. His comments were succinct and articulate. Who knows, David,…we may be immortalized some day. (And now I want you to introduce me to David L. Roth.)
Anyway…Giti got me thinking today about how men seem to be from Mars, and women, well – I’m not sure women are from this solar system (which might make you a good president Hitlery, er, Hillary) – and I may get back to this discussion – but I had something far more important on my mind that I need to get off my chest and that is: my $600 tax rebate coming from the Bushies!
Should I feel guilty that I am pandering to the Bushies by adding more to the national $9 trillion debt that these folks have had the lion’s share of amassing? Or, should I put it in my gas tank and keep the Saudis and Bush Oil in Kuwait happy? I still don’t think the Bush girls will enjoy exile in either Saudia Arabia or Kuwait, however – cuz it’s tough to get alcohol over there you tarts! And if it were not for Sherman Skolnik (may he rest-in-peace) – I never would have heard the conspiracy theory that Osama Bin Laden’s father died in a Bush corporate plane crash (and I certainly can’t confirm this accusation – but it does make for interesting possibilities).
And why is it – that the leaden man, the man who can’t think past his next beer, cigarette, f***, or dollar – answers any question or theory that forces him to think with: “Oh. So you’re one-of-those-conspiracy-theorists?” Why does the use of conspiracy as an adjective get the leaden man off-the-hook? Wasn’t Julius Caesar the victim of a conspiracy? Hell! Even Jesse Ventura now looks at 9/11 as an inside job.
I’m at a place now, where, if someone is asking my opinion and comes back with “Oh. So…” that I immediately realize that this poor bloke’s brain has been taxed to the limit and we need to end the conversation – which brings me back to where in-the-Hell all- these-women-come-from:
I’m thinking that doubling up with that X chromosome somehow allows them access to a separate dimension (I think the XX creates a portal of sorts). In this “other” dimension — or plane of existence – when you see brake lights on the freeway – you are supposed to come to a screeching halt. But in a bizarre contradiction – this other dimension allows you to multi-task with anything and everything. Giti was very impressed with the girl who managed to run-a-red-light while jacking-off her boyfriend (but this is a very limited example of the multi-tasking a woman is capable of in the other dimension; that she thinks she can also handle in this dimension shared with us males).
So, perhaps Hillary can stave off our entrance into the Second World, or Third World — if she can cut into this deficit by her second term – because she might be able to turn some tricks from that “other” world that will work in this one. And — while she’s at it – she should save-a-couple-for Bill!