For years I arsked Santa to give me a Dick for Xmas. Just so’s I could really fight Graham Longmuire next door without his mum giving him grief for getting into biffo with a girl.
So, are you offering me a Willie there Cicero??
There are a stack of lines there and I’m not touching any 
Because bitches be trippin, yo.
I wonder if the OP could provide an example or two of the “tirades, flame campaigns and general paranoia”?
aka: cite!
How much more of this do we have to endure, seriously?
Wow - this is the first time I think I’ve seen a “take it to GD” post in the pit, rather than the other way around. It’s like Rodney Dangerfield going to a fight and seeing a hockey game break out.
They still won’t let me have babies. Sexist pigs.
Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament …
Will it make anything better if I call you Loretta?
I think abortion should be an issue that is between a man and his physician.
Slow down there champ - don’t you think the boss should get a say in this?
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That really is the question that looms largest in my mind, reading this.
I’m pretty sure I’ve thought, probably yelled, and possibly typed “All the bitches are out to get me!!!11!!” once or twice.
-Joe
Awesome.
Scene: December 26, 19xx, outside Kambuckta’s house.
“Good morning, Graham. This is my new pet private detective, who will be distracting your mother while I pound you into lunchmeat.”
Abortions in the back alley of E Street?
No, I posted it here because the claim that I hate women started right here.
Oh that’s easy.
You want to see an example of Dopers waging a war on the idea of gender equality? Ok. Here ya go.
Not me, I kinda like em.