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Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Forty Two Years and Counting
Every day I get a friend request on Facebook from one or two
narcissistic females who post nothing but selfies on their home page.
Are these girls really so desperate for compliments that they are
willing to post photos that objectify themselves? It's kind of sad.
Most are pleasant enough looking girls, but is that all they've got? Is
there no brain back there with ideas and dreams and passions (and I
don't mean long walks on the beach and cuddling by the fire)?
self-respect girls. Any man worth his salt isn't interested in a girl
he can use. He is looking for a woman who is his match in every way; one
who challenges him, inspires him and who cares enough about him that
she takes the trouble to "get" him in a way that no one else does.
That's how you get to your 42nd anniversary like my Sweet Baboo and I
did today. You find someone real who uses her brain for something
besides filler for a big hollow thing to which she attaches hair
extensions, applies colorful paints and hangs big dangly earrings.
And to the woman for whom I would give my life, "Happy Anniversary, my darling." I look forward to millions more.
That awful power, the public opinion of a nation, is created in America by a horde of ignorant, self-complacent simpletons who failed at ditching and shoe-making and fetched up in journalism on their way to the poorhouse. -Mark Twain