All Women Are Whores
I have received well over a thousand supportive emails from women over the last 48 hours. Unsurprisingly to me, the topic they’re the most encouraging about is my comment on whores and all women being them.
All women are whores.
Keep in mind that I consider female anger to be the weather vane of truth and wisdom. When a woman finally has a heart attack after reading something I’ve written, I’m going to start calling myself Buddha.
King Buddha.
That’s why no women are allowed to read this.
Women know themselves almost as well as I know them. They know they’re prone to emotion and anger, and they know they’re all whores. That’s why they get so goddamn upset when I say it. To a woman, calling attention to her innate prostitution is more true than anything else I could possibly say.
But that’s only because women understand math and science about as far as a dog can shit.
Women crave money because they don’t have things like purple hearts, fist fights, and prom queens. They have nothing to validate their self-worth except how much a man will pay for access to their vagina. That’s why they spend money like it’s poison. The albatross of a 100 dollar bill is nothing but shame to a woman. It is a constant reminder of her nature.
All women are whores.
And that’s human nature. Men exchange our body parts for money as well, except our “vagina” is our man-brain, and when we’re done letting the world use it, cancer is cured, slavery is abolished, or something awesome like the `77 Chevelle is invented. Also, once a man lets someone inside his valuable body part, they don’t start thinking of their ex-girlfriend or how to get inside for less money next time.
You can’t cure small pox with a vagina.
All girlfriends are whores. That’s why there’s a Valentine’s Day. All wives are whores. That’s why car leases expire in 16 months instead of 12. It takes 16 months for SUV Roofies to wear off.
All business women are whores.
If I get a free steak at Morton’s because I told them I was Tom Selleck — which would be easy to do because I also have a manmazing mustache, I would go to jail for fraud. Every woman who’s ever gotten a promotion in any business, got there because of fraud. Her miniskirt wrote a check for sex that the Vagina Bank had no intention of cashing.
Or maybe she did cash it. My point is, all women are whores, and the last thing men want is a whore who doesn’t know how to do her job.
When men sell body parts, we’re called engineers or NFL linebackers. When women do it, they’re called prostitutes. It’s as simple as an anniversary bouquet or a “free lunch”. There’s no such thing as a “free lunch”, there’s only prostitution you buy in installments.
Women are like pre-paid cell phones you can use with your dick.
I have no problem with whores. In fact, I love them. Prostitution and monkey-rape is why we’re all here today — but men are why vaccines and plasma TVs are here. If it were possible to respect a woman, I might even respect one who knew what she was and embraced it, instead of drowning her shame in designer handbags and abusive boyfriends.
I’m not going to stop using a perfectly accurate term just because it’s upsetting to women. Holding your tongue because it upsets women is a slippery slope that ends in your penis getting cut off. Besides, the only real reason women hate being called “whores” is the same reason they hate beer: they’re fucking stupid.
Indiana Jones was a box-office smash because all men are clever, resilient, and bad-ass mavericks. Jaws was a success because all men could fuck up a shark with their bear hands. Pretty Woman was a success because all women are whores. Imagine a movie that featured you kicking Hitler’s balls so hard, you traveled back in time and fucked Heidi Klum the day before her 18th birthday. That’s basically the film Pretty Woman: every woman’s ultimate fantasy.
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November 8th, 2007 at 11:24 pm - IP Man-Hash: 62cd006fb5586
Holy shit. Manphiny: achieved. Good god damn you’re good Dick. I swear to whatever god whoever believes in that if i meet you in public you’re giving me a man-five.
November 8th, 2007 at 11:31 pm - IP Man-Hash: bf1f8818f8ec7
Even Spartan women are whores.
November 8th, 2007 at 11:52 pm - IP Man-Hash: a15e50dc03aef
Dick, you made me so proud when you told that bitch on dr. phil to hit the treadmill.. and i know that was off topic but the bitch had to be put in check for running her damn mouth. 1 million man-points.
She should be putting that mouth of her’s to better use, fat bitches do give the best head anyways :).
November 9th, 2007 at 12:04 am - IP Man-Hash: 41f6de747e750
Dick, you made us all fucking proud. Go tear Phil apart. Welcome back Atlas.
November 9th, 2007 at 12:14 am - IP Man-Hash: f68191fe56ea6
Lol, he really told some fat chick to hit the treadmill?? Dose anyone know where I can watch the entire segment, I’ve only seen an extract.
November 9th, 2007 at 12:17 am - IP Man-Hash: 955ecd7b9aea4
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
November 9th, 2007 at 12:26 am - IP Man-Hash: 1ac5c1024cd8f
@ Clair: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3376360241779005678
http://www.menarebetterthanwomen.com/forums/about2556.html
It was done up by El Chauvinisto in that thread.
November 9th, 2007 at 12:37 am - IP Man-Hash: f68191fe56ea6
YAY! Thank you. :)
November 9th, 2007 at 12:43 am - IP Man-Hash: f68191fe56ea6
Yeah I know this is mean of me to think that was funny, but there is seriously an obesity epidemic. Where I live 1 out of every 3 kids is over weight, and thats an actual fact. And I’m sick of everyone saying “It’s in my genes” Coz that’s BULLSHIT. There are only so many cases where this actually applies, the rest just eat to much. Also, I’m sick of hearing “I can’t find a diet that works for me”, here’s a tip - EAT LESS.
That chick wasn’t that fat though, she seemed healthy. Lol, still funny anyway.
November 9th, 2007 at 12:44 am - IP Man-Hash: f68191fe56ea6
Did you see his face?? Ok, I’ll stop commenting about that now. God that’s funny.
November 9th, 2007 at 12:49 am - IP Man-Hash: 8c8553e6cee5f
I responded to your post. I dont know if it was a fitting reply since you didnt really ask me a direct question. I am off to do some work and go to the gym to workout. I will check out your reply when I can or if it happens fast enough before I logoff the com.
November 9th, 2007 at 12:59 am - IP Man-Hash: 6df9b34677cee
I’m surprised no one has yet called Dix the obvious. That’d be Attention Whore. I mean, God, going on a talk show? Does it get any more attention whorish than that? Next we’ll be seeing you on Oprah no doubt. Maybe you’ll tell her to hit the treadmill too. Ok, yeah, that’d be funny.
November 9th, 2007 at 1:06 am - IP Man-Hash: f68191fe56ea6
That would be all over the womens magazines….Trey Parker and Matt Stone would have a field day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 9th, 2007 at 1:48 am - IP Man-Hash: 31ef9f5cc711c
BUHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Dick is da king of dicks!!!
I like it man.. I like it in your humorous arrogant, take no shit style…
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Hilarious!!!
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BTW, any of you noticed the fat obese chicks face when he said “women all line up”…
That arrogant fat whore making the face like “well.. sure they do, asshole”…, you fat whore would not even make it to the 79045th back up list of “next 50 to date”.
November 9th, 2007 at 1:51 am - IP Man-Hash: 31ef9f5cc711c
Fuck me!!!
When Phil talks about the “Dr Phil House”, the two men to go to the house are almost laughing, when they are smiling self assuredly..
All the women are: “I am going to show it to them”….. Not laughing angry…
Another proof of:
Men are better than women in happiness, smiling, challenge, etc etc… everything except popping out babies.
November 9th, 2007 at 2:01 am - IP Man-Hash: 3b87498627ba8
Female, as a long-time lurker I hereby pronounce you brain-dead. If only that killed your need to communicate whatever those sensations are that flutter constantly through your body.
November 9th, 2007 at 2:29 am - IP Man-Hash: 6df9b34677cee
Lurk more, Me.
I can’t wait to see what transpired in the Dr Phil “Big Brother” house. Does Dix also sleep in his sunglasses? Does he make a play for the man-hater? Will he smuggle drugs into the house? Will he promote his book less than 100 times while eating cheerios for breakfast? Will we see him working out and flexing his “muscles” in any one way mirrors? All these exciting questions will no doubt go unanswered, stay tuned!
November 9th, 2007 at 4:21 am - IP Man-Hash: dd7bcbd0648d5
I watched this show via a link on the internet - Unless I couldn’t hear properly it seemed to me that one of the audience had decided that the reason for Dick’s attitude is entirely related to sexual frustration. I have no need for that as I have a wife who is happy to help as it were.Yet Here I am on this site- so many of them come up with same argument. And they think we hate them. Every rational observation automatically results in name calling -chauvinist, misogynist, women hater and so on.
The obvious conclusion is no rational argument will win the day - perhaps mobilize more men maybe - but at the end of the day I can see this will end in tears and it won’t be us crying. We just let them get away with it - do they think we changed the laws because they came at us bearing arms?
And of course it still rolls on and on and on…..
November 9th, 2007 at 4:33 am - IP Man-Hash: 7b55501cead9a
If you had watched the show carefully, you would also have noticed that there was no BOOING of the “man-hater”, only Dick was booed. Kinda shows the double standards we have today. It is alright to say “men are pigs” but not “men are better”.
November 9th, 2007 at 6:06 am - IP Man-Hash: 527872da91e9e
This is too funny. Oh, don’t be getting vapors, it’s funny because it’s so damn accurate. And it’s manlanguaged properly, give or take, since manlanguage is whatever a proper man makes it or says it is, again, give or take. This place helps me clear my mind, like a good cigar shop, a hardware store, or a computer store, only better. It clears the cob webs of tentacles from the “fairer sex” (which they dig in and, and, just sort of get you with, know what I mean?). Anyway, play nice, play often, avoid the nickel machines.