Category: bit of politics

Being the best she can make me

 
You know, there are whole ‘pick-up artist’ sites that are all about how to get women to take their panties off, but none of them have hit upon this very simple technique.  It’s just about understanding her needs, really.
 
 
I would.  I wonder what it would have felt like.
Going to be a long, hot summer.
More women suffer from having excessively deep vaginas than many men realise – almost everyone I’ve been on a date with has had that problem, remarkably.








It’s a form of ‘one woman one vote’ system.
Further details available here.

A very little bit o’politics

No, don’t get your hopes up, it’s not a post of President Hathaway captions.  I know you like them, but I don’t have any right now, OK?


In fact, it’s not a proper post at all, but there’ll be one on Friday, same as usual so don’t worry about that.


No, it’s just a political observation.  You probably know that Gavin Williamson, MP, was sacked from the British cabinet early this week for leaking confidential Cabinet minutes about the involvement of Huawei in building the UK 5G mobile network, right?


Right?


Course you do. You’re a knowledgeable man of the world, keen to keep up with the cut and thrust of contemporary events – not just a porn seeker sitting there with his trousers around his ankles, right?


Yeah, thought so.


ANY-way, if you know that, do you also know that his replacement as Minister of Defence is Penny Mordaunt?  Penny Mordaunt MP.  Heard of her?


Here she is.



This lady is now in charge of aircraft carriers, tank brigades and the Trident strategic nuclear missile system, along with various other implements of violence that readers of this blog might like to imagine her wielding.


OK: so far, so Tory Lady. But did you also know that Ms Mordaunt is a Navy reservist and is in fact named after the Leander-class Frigate HMS Penelope? No, really, she is.  Which in a peculiar twist of fate has now been sold to the Argentinean navy, so maybe Madame Mordaunt will get a chance to sink it some day.


Here she is again.



Hmm.  I must say, feeling sexual attraction toward Tory cabinet ministers is a novel experience for me, but I can tell you there is certainly some kind of patriotic pride swelling up in me, right now.


Because… because, right, even if you knew all of the above then it’s quite likely you still didn’t know that Mistress Mordaunt once made a speech about chicken welfare in the British Parliament, which turned out to be her paying off a dare or penalty or something set her by other Navy officers, in which she had to mention each of their names and also get the word ‘cock’ into her House of Commons speech as many times as possible.  

Labour MP Kate Hoey accused her of trivialising Parliament.  I, on the other hand, fell madly, deeply and apolitically in love at once.  So Labour MP Kate Hoey will not be featuring on this blog, no doubt much to her disappointment, but here is yet another picture of our new Minister for Defence against the Dark Arts Russians (sorry Alex), Mistress Penelope.  This is from earlier today. She’s off to take power…



Phew.


Oh, and as you’ve done me the courtesy of reading this far, here is a caption that I did years ago and have posted before… but I was reminded of it and I’ve always liked it.





Anyway, that’s it. Proper post tomorrow.  Off you go, now.

Bit o’ politics

Not President Hathaway stuff, sorry. Some time.  But not today. Today we are on the other side of the Atlantic.


But only a bit of politics, because I was hoping for five captioned images but I’d better post these three before, like everyone else, I run out of time.


It seems extraordinary that I put up a similar post almost three years ago. So much has been achieved since then: our leaders have used that time wisely to create an agreement with the EU that  secures the long-term interests of both the UK and its European friends. An agreement that makes such obvious good sense that it has been accepted by acclamation in all European capitals.  Well, I for one certainly feel foolish about voting ‘remain’, after the Brexit process has been such a massive success. I mean, who ever would have thought the negotiations would have gone so smoothly, after all the rancour of the referendum.  Oh, hang on…





























Come on, Ladies…


















For who would bear the whips and scorns?

I once checked on a date-rating site after an evening with a very lovely lady and discovered she’d rated me lower than her vibrator.  Which I wouldn’t mind so much, if that was the rating for sex but that was under ‘personality’.
She’s an expert negotiator.
Warning: the value of investment bankers can go down as well as up.
There’s also ‘maidspreading’.  That’s when you stand with your legs held firmly apart with a spreader bar. It’s usually a precursor to something rather painful.
You’d think they’d have guessed from the spreader gag.


Future (im?)perfect

I know you all prefer the visions of a matriarchal future under the loving but firm hand of the divine Anne, but this blog is merely a place to record the facts and my time viewing device thingy does seem more and more often to indicate the coming of an altogther darker time. 


That said, this future is only dark, bleak and brutal for males.  So as far as human rights for actual humans are concerned, things are looking pretty good!

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