Oh, sure, I jazz.

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Women.  And I will until the day I die.  And, rightly, pleasurably, and (to me) hysterically.  But make no mistake, I respect an honest woman, wife, mother to no ends.  Still, when they get that funny 'mom with hands on hips' thing going on over a minor issue, talk about dying because I forgot the milk, or get all fussy and quiet or stern about... well... me, and what I do and what else I will do until the day I die, I just gotta laugh.  And, fine.  If I wanted things to work, I sometimes held my laughter for another time or just kept it to myself.  And I won't say I respect every woman just because she is a woman.  Won't happen ever.  Women can be just as wrong as men, and given a gravy train to social destruction, many have ridden that to national ruin.  The modern form of feminism is as poison as socialism, a form of it actually.  But a good woman is priceless.  Literally.

I've found the resume for a wife.  If you know a woman who would like to fit it, and mostly could fit it, let her know.  No, don't have her contact me.  It doesn't work that way.  Just... let her know some men are still looking.

As far as putting a woman on a pedestal, it's just going to happen from time to time.  All works of beauty and great treasures need to be displayed from time to time.  For her, for us, for the world.  I'm too interested in living life to keep her there, and too broke for a maid and butler which I wouldn't spend for anyway, so...  But once in a while you just have to stop and appreciate what you have.  Any man who doesn't do that probably isn't fully alive, properly attuned to life, or is a sociopath.  I've known some of those, didn't like em' much.  That's that on that, for me.  Stop and smell the flowers once in a while, just don't... dally too long.  Yep, that's it.

Good night.