Yesterday a bunch of females (I think?) decided to put on knitted pussy hats and march to protest the president, or equal pay, or abortion, or actually, I have no clue what the hell they were marching for or against.
In the news the protests seemed to have various protest causes at particular marches across the land. I’m thinking when they got together to knit their pussy hats, each knitting circle came up with their own pet peeve. For instance; I know that actress Ashley Judd was very upset because she is sure the president is having wet dreams about his daughter. Apparently, she was in a different knitting circle from Madonna because the Like a Virgin singer was upset by the White House and wants to blow it up. (Some women just don’t appreciate old buildings).
Frankly, there are many instances when I’m embarrassed to be a woman, and these goof-nutsy protests were one of them. Do they not see how absofluckinglutely retarded they look and sound? There is nothing so loathsome as a gaggle of women gathered together to spew forth their “girl-power” reasoning. Why on God’s green earth any woman would deem a women’s march as productive, educational, or fun is beyond me. They could get the same by watching the View, or the Talk, or one of those hen-pecking SJW programs.
But the “I am woman, hear me roar” is their battle cry as they bitch and moan about BS that is of no substance. Of Trump: “Trump is misogynist!” Tell that to all his female employees. “Trump is racist!” Tell that to all of his minority employees. “Trump is Hitler!” Tell that to his son-in-law. Of Abortion: “It’s my body, I can kill if I want to!” It’s still legal, girls. Of Equality: “Equal pay for women!” Do a man’s job, then get paid likewise.
One thing that all of these marches weren’t lacking was the ugly gene. Seriously, even Scar-Jo looked pretty rough makeup free and with a new dyke do. It makes me wonder what kind of men sleep with these harpies who march for publicity while wearing pussy hats…
You know who the real woman was? Our new First Lady (emphasis on lady), Melania Trump. Wearing a baby blue cashmere Ralph Lauren suit, with matching gloves and shoes, she proudly marched aside her family a good distance up Pennsylvania Av…………. in stilettos. No pussy hat; just a coiffed, couture, class-act cat walk. You know what else? In history books, she is the only woman people will remember about this weekend. Meow.