COTW – The joy of meat.

Comment of the week comes from regular contributor Brandon on the Hawt chicks & links thread:

In the wake of Mad Cows Desease scare and under the influence of a testosterone inducing hunt-sabbing vegetarian girl friend (oh the wonders of undoing a hippie girls Doc Martin boots in hurry) I decided to give up meat (I kept fish obviously) no ideology, no lecturers, just stopped. Fast forward 25 years: My wife of 9 years, works her way through a chicken a week. She was delighted two years ago, when I said I was going to eat meat again. If I’d known about Soy I might have moved quicker. I intuitively knew abstaining from red meat might be linked to passivity. I now enjoy a well done steak when I’m not fasting. I can not see the point of eating steak unless it maximises my hegemonic masculinity!

If I was a young man dating, (and I’m thankful that I am not), then a girl being vegetarian would be an automatic negative and worthy of a swipe in whatever direction that keeps your search moving. I wouldn’t care if she was the hawttest chick of all time; if you’re a vegetarian then you have serious issues that you still need to work through, at best. The more likely diagnosis is that you are criminally insane.

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Friday hawt chicks & links – The Inspiration edition.

Welcome to the hawt chicks & links thread for yet another week. You may have noticed that yesterday I did not post an article as per my normal schedule. I would like to say that I was indisposed; or perhaps I had been kidnapped by aliens; or even by feminists; or caught in another blizzard.

But the truth is that I simply had nothing in the tank. It was a case of complete loss of inspiration. I tried, oh I tried. But everything I attempted went into the metaphorical bin. Some days you just ain’t got the mustard, and when that happens the last thing that I want to impose on my readers is a mustardless piece.

Thankfully some other people around the world have had the mustard this week. Filling the breach, so to speak. Have I left out any cliches? I think not. So enough already – on with it.

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Communism attempts to reinvent itself as a universal basic income.

The push for a government dispensed form of ‘universal basic income’ seems to be gathering more unwholesome steam by the day. I even had a commenter mandating for it here the other day. As a result I feel compelled to weigh in on the subject and discuss not just its underlying flaws but the giant deceit that cloaks the entire disgusting edifice.

As the above cartoon demonstrates, universal basic income is just another attempt to sell us communism in another name. But in order to demonstrate how it will inevitably morph into yet another version of socialism that “just hasn’t been implemented properly”, we need to examine what the consequences of just such a scheme would be on the ordinary individual and to society at large.

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Tar baby.

Grandma came to see
Something she could not believe
How could her girl be
So naive
Tar baby, tar baby
Told the secret she conceived                                         Sade 1985.

Prince Harry is getting married to an American actress, one Meghan Markle, (rhymes with sparkle). Sounds like a recipe for 50 years of domestic bliss. Not to mention that the Royal Family’s personal finances will now be exposed to the US tax system. But love conquers all, I suppose. At least she’s not an American heiress, but she is a divorcee. Still, it seems to me that Prince Harry has never got over the death of his mother. Why else would he choose to marry a woman three years older than him who is about to hit the wall hard?

You have to hand it to Markle; she is an inspiration for 36 year old over the hill women everywhere who believed that they could have it all – because she really does. She landed a prince.

Although, there are some dire warning signs that the woman might be a somewhat unstable choice of wife.

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