The problem is, when you wipe your ass the paper dissolves and your finger often pokes through the paper - to put it less offensively you end up with feces fingers – hey, that’s got a nice ring to it: feces fingers…could lead to a poem or song lyrics. Ok: shit finger, crap finger, stink finger… you get the drift. Fortunately our sink is beside the toilet.
pregnancy – regular insurance plans in that state can not by law include abortion protection. My wife gets indignant about the Republican legislatures – mainly men – legislating these arcane requirements on women.
I don’t have a problem with it: I feel that many men, like myself, find this intrusion on women despicable and would not support it; but over fifty percent of the population is female - and they seem, on the whole, acceptant and supportive of this type of government regulation controlling the reproductive function of their gender – otherwise why would they continue to vote the same male chauvinists into office? Women, with their vote alone, could change the makeup of any state legislature.
Now I am probably in trouble with my wife, who considers all female subjugation totally the fault of manipulative men.
This time of year you hear the cry of The War on Christmas. But, that cry, in reality, is the call to arms for the Christian army to unite in conforming all of us to their religious belief. Just because some of us are paranoid, doesn’t mean they are not out to control us. If you think the Taliban is oppressive, wait until you see the new Christian inquisition.