Cheating Army Wives Deserve the Death Penalty
Women have been cheating on men since the beginning of time. The first woman, Eve, cheated on her man with a snake. That snake’s name was “The Devil”.
A while ago, I was talking to a woman about my “radical” ideas. Men are responsible for every single advancement in human history; the wage gap proves men are better than women because if we were all equal, hiring a woman would be a cheaper alternative to a man and thus an obvious business decision; and it is only through our divine and manly grace that women are allowed to vote, own property, or wear bras. Her response was that I was wrong because the Devil is a man.
I’ll tell you who the real “Devil” is: a cheating marine’s wife.
The cheating wife of a soldier should be dragged into the street and shot.
To make them behave properly, women need more training than a killer whale and more discipline than a sack of lard. You have to whip a sack of lard pretty heavily to turn it into a meringue. If no one’s around to give a woman a condescending eyebrow raise or a disapproving inward breath, she won’t know when she’s fucking up. She’ll walk right off a goddamn cliff because there isn’t a sign on the rail of a cartoon man giving her the Stupid Eye.
During the holiday season several years ago, I overheard the end of a conversation among some women on what to do about a puppy that had been found who the owners were now looking for. One of the little darlings had become so attached to the puppy that she didn’t want to give it back. The consensus was that she didn’t have to. Puppies come with squatter’s rights. I wandered in, fetched a beverage, and give them all a stern look. The consensus was abandoned immediately.
That’s called Penis Power.
The army is a fighting machine and the personification of everything that is excellent and manly about a nation. If a pedophile is harassing your kid, you don’t take that problem to a woman, you take it to a man. Then, the problem disappears. Don’t ask questions if you don’t want to hear about someone getting their teeth stomped into a curb. And don’t watch it on the news, because the news exists to sell tampons.
I don’t get my facts from tampon salesmen.
The army has and always will be a necessity to ensure not just our way of life, but any way of life that doesn’t involve getting a golf club shoved up your ass because you have a plasma television and someone else wants it. The army protects your ass from that, and the only things a soldier should have on his mind while out in the field are: his gun, his ammo, and how best to keep my ass protected while I’m wearing a $10,000 fur coat.
Hoo-ah.
A soldier should not be wondering if his wife is fucking her new man-friend Kalan.
Cheating army wives hinder a thousand soldiers’ ability to get the job done. They are a plague of doubt in an otherwise healthy platoon. They are an act of treason that spreads at the speed of a hilarious internet video. They are a cancerous incarnation of greed and should be punished for it.
If one gets away with it, ten will.
For lack of a faithful wife, the mission was lost. For lack of a mission, the battle was lost. For lack of a battle, the war was lost. For lack of a war, the nation was lost. For lack of a nation, a golf club was shoved up my ass.
Unacceptable.
I’ve met plenty of army wives, and a dangerously high percentage of them were promiscuous little whores. Not promiscuous in action, but in mind. All women are whores. Anyone with a charge card or access to something shiny knows that. And there’s nothing wrong with a woman being a whore. It’s not something she can help.
But pouncing on anything with a cock is something she can help when her husband is thousands of miles away fighting for freedom.
If anyone says a cheating army wife doesn’t deserve the death penalty for the capital crime of treason, then “The Devil” needs to use his dick to turn up the thermostat. Last time I checked, having an affair was as easy to avoid as raping a child or robbing a bank with a parking ticket stapled to your cock.
Just don’t do it.
Cheating is the anti-Nike.
Women need a moral compass for they have not the penis to tell them which way is right. Big Brother needs to be the man while the actual man is overseas kicking ass.
The “right” way is “forward”.
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Anyone else want to smach Clairs face in? No women allowed on this site, you horrible excuse for a human. Your gender is an embarrassment to the human race. You are all sub-human.
I like that date very much….thank….don’t call me I’ll call you ;)
Anyway, point out where I defended or disputed what Dick said. Please don’t turn out to be like some of the deluded men here that resort to concocting little events in there mind that sets them up o be noble crusaders against the evil that is clair; her and her silly little ideas of gender equality (never mind though that technically they are all feminists- fighting for women to have thes same treatment as men…ignore that factor.)
Why did I stir that up u ask? well not only was it in responce, but had you read the post i was responding to, it woulda made a bit more sense. This guy was just going ON and ON about how women have this power to abuse men and get away with it, its all i ever hear on here.
(Even tho u were taking the piss outta me….I did very much enjoy that post :P)
There’s some attention, now shut the fuck up.
Look bitch,
you only have the mind control power of your wet spot, and even that has a shelf-life. And with that attitude right there, you could be the best looking chick in the world and the hammer still wouldn’t stick it you to.
You really have to stop and ask yourself, “What kind of whore am I?” when you jump on a form like this and start defending cheating dependents that fuck other men while their husbands are away. I mean, this is a pretty black and white topic here. Hell half of the chicks who posted even sided with dick on this one; god damn pretty easy to understand.
AND if your not defending these cheating bitches, then why the fuck are you stirring all this shit up for.. Unless you want attention. OK CLAR, THE HAMMER IS GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A LITTLE PRETEND DATE; cause you like the attention so much and he wants to shut the bitch up.
Alright, lets say me and you met at the Doughnut Wheel, cause thats where the Hammer is most likely to run into fat attention starved bitches looking for a little late night filling.
So I say, “Hay there sexy thing, whats that you got in your hand there.”
You quickly reply, “Feminine Mystique, it’s my favorite book and this is my fourth time reading it! It’s so exiting!”
At this point the date would end with the Hammer shooting himself in his own fucking head!
Ok, no problem. Well, I think that men and women are equally exploited, but in different fields.
Women seem to be turned into sex objects, and women are made to feel sub par if they dont want to be, and men are made to feel inferior if they don’t like it.
There SO SO much more, and it could go way ion depth, but I’ll keep it shallow for now.
But I belive both sexes are equally exploited, just one or the other in more or so in different areas. And I think it’s a REAL big problem, that creates vicious cycles. Some of the products are actually under scrutiny here, whether or not I think its justified or not, right or wrong doesn’t come into play, but it still stands that it is under scrutiny. But people don’t know (as evidenced here) where the root of the problem lays. If you attack the root, it wont grow. Thats what these guys should start doing…thats if there not the ones planting the seeds.
Hmmm….it only hit me after this comment….but you guys taught me, i have alot of power as a girl. See all this time I’ve been treating everyone equally, as if they were my equals. Even men. PFFT. Why do that when I have ALL THIS POWER!!!
Thank you for showing me the light.
PSYCHE!!!!!!!! LMAO
Yeah, exploited. My english suck quite frankly.
Consider it rephrased, and requestioned. :D
And before you go on about how I must be jealous and have a skin suit collection, if I know that a girly-girl is not worth the bullet it takes to kill her, why in the hell would I give a sound conscience?
See, sweet little daisy girly-girl, that’s logic running its course. I understand that it is not my place to play God and try to fuck with other people’s lives.
I know I’m not better than everyone, and every man is not automatically perverse and insane. I know girly-girl thinking tends to revolve around focusing on the wellbeing of yourself and yourself alone, but try to branch out a little.
For girly-girl logic, let’s do some multidimensional thinking. Man stares at your exposed tits while you flash for the Girls Gone Wild film crew. The adult thing to do in this situation would be to understand that lots of bitches have big titties, and there is no need to draw attention to yourself by making a big deal of it. Look around you and understand that you are surrounded by fat-titted cunts, and that you are not special in any way, shape, or form.
Yes, they all own this month’s thong. Yes, they all are playing in the wet T-shirt contest. Yes, they feel that sex is not about sex but rather attention and power. Yes, they will all be fucked by any man, anywhere in a heartbeat if when they put out. Yes, like you, they would not hesitate a second to harm anyone, anywhere for a petty, meager thing. Like, say, an abortion or even just a story to talk about to your BFF Jessica when you get bored of the IM conversation you’re having about heels as you drive the family car to the mall.
Yes, you will do anything anywhere, anyhow to get any form of validation. Yes, your self-worth is correlated with your body, just as you suspected. Yes, you are a whore. Embrace it, but tone down a bit.
You’re going to fast, pushing too hard. You need to stop doing so many things - you are just joining the girly-girls who wanna have a baby NOW!
Always a rapist until you clear them, honey. Always a rapist.
Sweet-tits, tone down a bit and perhaps get your braces wired together. If some nice man does that for you, perhaps you could be generous for his thoughtfulness and understand the importance of patience and empathy.
You girly-girls seem to have something wrong with the part of your brain that connects cause to effect. See, if a sorority slut goes out and ends up getting fucked in the ass by a man she does not know, she’s been raped, right? That’s what the head girly-girls say in womyn’s studies. You’re always raped. When in doubt, jail the man. Let the bureaucracy sort things out for you. After all, if you’re taking things out way too fast for that dry-rotten skull of yours, you might get things wrong. If you binge, pretty much anything you say can be regarded as circumstantial evidence. A video tape would be one thing, a sobbing story of your victimhood just girly logic running its course.
I go to a therapist, but not because someone who does not know me feels that what I write means they know me better than I do. I suppose that’s irreverent when you’re attacking the source of an argument.
Of course, the fewer girly-girls would once again save the lives of men from prison/losing his children/suicide/depression, so I guess the cycle goes on forever :3
Fwumf, go to the back of the bus with the other losers and tards, girly-girl. Fucking is for beddy-time, not for public. No need to pout, you’re a superficial materialistic whore, your tits say it all, now run along and play with them in the baff-room, not the bussy-bye. For someone who views sex for immediate pleasure the very last on a very long list of reasons she puts out, you sure do jack off a lot in public. I restrain myself from talking about my innocent experimentations at the male wing of the Catholic School, perhaps you can do the same.
On the other hand, if I talk about petting Lance’s ass, I’m a faggot. You need to keep reminding people of your bisexuality.
Ah, girly-girls. Can’t live with them, can fuck grateful bitches.
Well whats going on to cause these girly girls doubt? Something is wrong. Huamn can not do a SINGLE action with out justifying it, based on there morals and ethics. Something is wrong.
And my god, you need to go see a therapist. Listen to yourself. Or at least read what your writing.
Ha ha, once in a century, girly-girl. Few, few men have to spend every single penny they have to appease their girl-logic by buying the latest overpriced shit handbag. And I love the way you endorse exploiting your bodies and sex in place of a personality, and go on to delegate your failure on men.
Anybody who rats on girly-girls is a hero - with shit like this, they are great revolutionaries whose contributions should be seen as such. The life of one man is worth the lives of 100 girly-girls, plain and simple.
Why? One contributes to society, the other takes away from it. Consider that there would be about 25 fewer false rape charges/stories going around, and the fact that good men could fill the empty quotas reserved for the girly-girls - eventually.
You can go on about the inherent value of a life, but you aren’t special because of the how or way you were born. You girly-girls say we should commit suicide, that’s what your cause is about. Well I know that the world would have been a better place had you never been born. Your parents could give things another go, and they’d end up with an obedient child who would never in a million years release a naked picture of their likeness to anyone.
The kid would have that much common sense! You girly-girls with your painted nails, frilly bras, and pretty heels with manicured tootsies may not be able to unbirth yourselves, let alone have the resolve to end your life, but you could at least tone your shit down a bit.
Just shut off a little. Stop throwing up so much, stop blindly feeling you’re driven to do something or make something of yourself. The fact is, the more you do, the worst things get. Try stopping, accepting you are a stupid materialistic consumer whore, and shut your fucking lips.
You may even find that not being such a materialistic, superficial whore would open yourself to having some shard of a life, and perhaps with time a little more than a pile of maggot-ridden flesh and silicone when you OD.
Depend what your definition of exposed is I guess. Exposed in what way? Because men and women are “exposed” in different ways. But I dont think one is exposed OVERALL more so in the media.(My definition of exposed being in the traditional sense, as in seen.)
Do you mean to say exploited?
So, Clair. What gender do you think is most exposed in the media?
Can you also run far away from this site Clair?
*D3C*
Oh and it’s not a view point that women in the same predicament were silenced in this article, why? Perhaps the numbers are considerably lower and thus tossed aside. Perhaps Dick is just trying to boost male morale. There are many reasons. But the fact was they WERE silenced. Its not a view point.
As for the start of that post, if thats the women you know….run….RUN FAR FAR FAR AWAY.
I didn’t give a yay or nay for a particular view point. I was simply explain what Ms Human was saying, seen as some seem to be to dense to process such apparently complex thought structures.
Please tell me that was a joke…because if thats what you thought I meant by women were silenced, please go back to school.
And yet whenever women are all bemoaning when women get cheated on, they never stop to say “Oh, but the poor men who must go through this too! For shame!”
Nope, they all profess a vile hatred of men, and then do something pathetic like drink wine and watch Sex and the City.
In fact I was talking with a female co-worker who was recently cheated on not a few weeks ago. I pretended to listen to her whining, and then got right to the point. I said: “But didn’t you tell me a while ago that you’ve cheated on people too?”
Her response? “Well, yeah, but not like THAT.”
Wait… what?
Men are better than women. Fuck you and your “oh noes, the women are silenced” viewpoint. Women are anything but silent. Hell I WISH they were silent… would make for an easier environment to do my man-thinking.
That was probably one of the manliest thing ever said. Damn straight! You are a man and a patriot, someone who would bleed to keep the stripes red and obviously someone whom the words “honour, duty and service” mean more just words. They form the backbone of your life and good sir, I salute you!