So Easy A Caveman Could Do It?

Recently a local township decided a particular vehicle ornament, that was located just below the trailer hitch representing male genitalia, was obscene and should be outlawed. Personally, I see it as the final resting place of an almost extinct species.

It has been suggested that cavemen would claim the women of their dreams with a light rap on the head followed by a hair-dragging retreat to his boudoir. Through the ages, this concept was refined and finessed into a rather ornate ritual....that is until the 1960's. Then, women of our society rose up in vigilante flourish stating, "....treat women as equals. We can do anything a man can do...". And what happened? Men of our society gave a careless shrug and said, "OK". Women gained equality and men lost chivalry. Gone was the man that held anything: a coat, a door, a cab, an elevator. So the women of society decided that men would need to be "retrained". So what is the product of that outcome you might ask? I refer to this individual as the "Cojoneless King" (CK for short). CK has been so completely castrated that even simple conversations have left him paralyzed with fear and indecision.

"Where are we going to dinner?"
"I don't care, where would you like to go?"
"I want to redo the house, what do you think?"
"Whatever you want to do."
"I'm hungry and you're paying"
"OK"
"Who were you looking at?!"
"Nobody"

and the classic:

"Does this make me look fat?" Ladies do you REALLY expect him to just cut them off himself and hand them to you?

"Yes Shamo, you look about two ax handles wide! Let me get the yard stick! Could you at least beep when you back up so I can get out of the way?! MY EYES, MY EYES!!"

Now don't misunderstand me. I don't seek the Neanderthal of yesteryear, but this wimp on a stick is just too far gone in the other direction. I like assuming he will pick up the check. It's annoying trying to decide how much money I need to stuff into the pathetic excuse that I refer to as an evening bag. Do I need money for my dinner? Money for a cab if he gets stupid? Personally, I like having the door held, my coat held, and the elevator held. I virtually envision male manhood withering; however, when I see him holding a purse. (And no, it's not "His" man bag). What's wrong with a classic sailor bends the nurse backwards to lay a fat (I may never see you again) kiss on her? Ladies, let him make the first move. Gentlemen, get a clue! Move it! Let's spice things up a little people! It's only sexual harassment if you don't like it!