On Trumpism and Sticking It to Women

Constant humiliation is the price of living in a civilized world. From the day we are born, we are punished and bribed into adapting, though some of us, mostly men, resist fiercely. Most of the resisters end up in prison or homeless, though a few become wealthy and powerful. For men, humiliation by women is especially galling. A succession of shrewish teachers, wives, and bosses can leave a guy feeling quite castrated.

Come November, when we go to the voting booth, we will most likely see two names on the ballot: Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. We'll think: of course I'm voting for the Democrat, who will protect Social Security, keep us out of stupid wars, stop Wall Street from impoverishing us and appoint justices with reasonable IQs. But as our hands hover over the box for Hillary, our fingers will begin to twitch, and we will muse: no one will know if, with one flick of the wrist, I void my bladder on all those insufferable women and vote for the Donald, a true he-man woman-hater, no less.

When that happens, GET A GRIP! DON'T DO IT!

Sure it would feel good, but there are lots of things that feel good that you don't want to do, as we're constantly reminded, yes, by women. Maybe you're so far gone that you think it would feel good to stick a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Voting for Donald amounts to about the same thing.

If you don't care about yourself, then think of your children and grandchildren. You're a man with responsibilities that are far more important than masturbating your ego. Think of the misery that a Republican President, House and Senate would bring to your family and friends. You would hate yourself for that moment of weakness, you know you would.

So MAN UP and pull the lever for Hillary. You'll feel like shit, just like you did the day before and the day before that. But at least you will stand proud knowing that you made the sacrifice for those you love.