No holds bard! That is how I have begun to feel about life. So tired have I become with the dragging conversations of the Socialist, whom was proven to be a lie by, Leo Tolstoy, every true blue and believer in what ones two hands can produce.
This piece was drawn by a conservative. what would that mean to you? would you now presume to denounce a political movement because the brow beaters turn colors and realized that common sense should prevail over what was chosen to be correct rhetoric
since the “Dark Ages,” most of you are too young to remember Joan of Arc and her tale. Most of you are too stuck on “self” and looking down to realize that to be a king and queen to be treated with respect one can not walk the streets with no respect for ones self and then get mad that the bigger kids pissed on you and said it was raining. Aesop tales are filled with a thousand phrases and prose to live by only no one is truly living and so such words, classic tales have become fantasy when they used to be truth.
Can you imagine, what the ‘woman’ used to be, is the conversation on the lips of most parties and that what we have now. Stay at home moms, single mom homes, mothers doing the jobs of men because well since the 80’s the question remains where have all the ‘real men’ gone? So tired I am of all of you asking questions you already know the answers to, and then continue to roll over and proceed to become the very thing that they call you. Trash. Now you ask, “How can you say that about people that are just trying to make it by any means necessary?” It was only made necessary because everyone stopped caring. Then when someone comes along that cares how, are they treated….with contempt. The image above of the ‘woman,’? can many of you say I am wrong; and if I am right and history is destined to repeat itself, where do you all think this will leave us.
I feel so bad for all the women in the work place that have to come home to the slop of a husband, half the time it is not even a husband it is a boytoy, thing, that they can’t even share with there family because they would realize that the family line is doomed to dust. There are not enough self-help books, Rich dad poor dad schemes to move that fat thirty five year old out from under his rock because the world is moving too fast for him and his wife really does have bigger gonads; I feel so bad, cause even after drawing that piece I knew that unless you have been somewhere other than your front porch you’d never understand that the role of a woman, the woman plays such a vital part of our culture that to treat this message with contempt because it makes you accountable is not the answer. Just sit back, think about every conversation that has been had about Legacy, bloodlines, purity, and truth and realize that the ‘woman’ is to be worshiped, cared for, and earned. She is a song bird that can not live without the touch of ‘man’ and it takes a strong man to hold such a strong pillar in place. I can only hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed producing it.