Yes, I know there’s already a Kathleen Pit thread over on Page 15 or someplace, but it’s old glurge, and nobody’s posted to it since 11/5, and this is NEW glurge.
Welp, she’s done it again. I’m sitting here clutching my head with both hands to keep from banging it helplessly against the keyboard and possibly injuring myself. Why does she DO this to me? She KNOWS how much I hate it when she shoots off her mouth with these idiotic remarks. She should be more considerate of other people’s hairlines, 'cause every time she writes one of these moronic columns, I end up pulling out a couple handfuls of hair in sheer frustration. Must be nice to have a pulpit, is all I can say.
Oh, the latest idiocy? Here. Fair warning–back away from the keyboard so you don’t break something while you’re reading it. And you know, if you’re in the mood for a little masochism, townhall.com has all her old columns archived.
The point she’s attempting to make in this column is that the purpose of the draft is to create a “combat ready” force. Since in her opinion women are not capable of combat, either women should not be drafted, or the rules about the draft’s goals should simply be rephrased.
Gah. Yeah, because women are weak, and they’d always lose. They can’t shoot those big ol’ guns worth a damn.
And who’s behind the current push to draft women? Obviously, it’s all the pussified men and the “feminist phalange”. Kathleen, honey, just WTF is a “feminist phalange”?
And I pause in my head-clutching to go, “–What?”
Oh gawd. :rolleyes: Especially that pious “biology matters”. I bet Kathleen’s just the Evil Bitch On Wheels when she’s got HER “monthly”. I bet Mr. Parker spends a lot of time at the office that week.
Okay, okay, Kathleen, we got it–girls are weak. Girls can’t hike long distances. Girls can’t carry heavy loads. Girls can’t hike long distances carrying heavy loads. And as for NAVIGATING TERRAIN, fuggedabout it. Girls aren’t any good at all that “map” stuff, why, you sometimes get lost on the way home from the grocery store! If we sent female soldiers to Afghanistan, they’d probably endanger their platoons by demanding that the guys hold the doors open for them all the time, and any military man will tell you that you can’t waste time holding doors for the ladies when Mohammed Raghead has your squad in his gunsights and it’s make-or-break time for GI Joe.
Okay, Kathleen, so, you were a pussy, and your brother wasn’t. Wanna guess how many other families there are in which Junior is the twig-sized kid with a propensity for rescuing insects, and it’s Sissy who’s the big, mean fighting machine? Families in which Junior grew up to be a brainless, unquestioning columnist, and Sissy grew up to be a New York City cop? Actually, I doubt if Kathleen would even acknowledge the existence of female cops, firefighters, or paramedics. “All that heavy lifting–women just aren’t strong enough to do that kind of work…”
And this is what really made the head-clutching go into high gear:
Geez, geez, geez, geez, GEEEEEZZZZZE… [hopping up and down in fury like Rumpelstiltskin] How does the woman DO it? Is she really so, geez, what’s the word I want, “twerpy”, no that’s not it, “clueless”, no, someone throw me a frickin’ bone here, does she really THINK that the minute a female draft was enacted, that all the 18-year-old females would immediately go out and get themselves knocked up, just so’s to get out of having to serve? [bangs head helplessly against keyboard] GAAAAAHHH!! Like, “nyah nyah, you BOYS don’t have an out, so you’re stuck, and YOU have to go fight, and WE get to stay home and crochet baby clothes and have committee meetings”.
Obviously, that’s the way HER mind would work. I guess we should be grateful that she’s too old to be drafted, plus married, thus sparing us the possibility of her ever giving the world a Kathleen Parker love child. Who would she choose for the father? Obviously a nice Southern gal can’t just go out to some BAR and pick up some SPERM donor or something, like all the OTHER girls do when their Selective Service number comes up. Right now I’m toying with the theory that she’d probably go after John Ashcroft–invite him over for her famous Tuna Casserole and then seduce him in the family room after she’d loaded the dishwasher.
Thank you for listening. Whew. Going to go take an ibuprofen now…Keyboard looks okay, though.