Who’s babysitting the cats? That’s the one question I had when I saw the mob of hysterical women descend on Washington DC and cities across the country the day after Donald Trump’s inauguration.
As Katie Hopkins pointed out in the Daily Mail, their anger was clear. Their purpose was not.
This vague female rebellion and defiance did nothing but prove the Bible where it says, “For the evildoers shall be cut off, but those who wait for the LORD shall inherit the land.” and, “their sword shall enter their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.” (Psalm 37:9,15)
You see, the key word here is inherit. The righteous shall inherit the land. That means the way the righteous live will pass from one generation to the next. But first, you need kids to form another generation.
So let me ask you men. Are you turned on by angry old hags like Madonna? Do you want to kiss a harpy as she spews shrill hatred towards men? Do knit vagina hats and breast umbrellas give you a boner?
No! These women make themselves repulsive and sexually unattractive.
So they aren’t going to get laid. And so no kids. No next generation.
Now I know what some of you are saying. You’re like, “But Jim, some men get really desperate.”
I know, I know. For some guys it’s any port in a storm. I get it. But let’s not forget what these women demand from their government: free birth control!
So if a guy does score one of these chicks, his sperm just swim to their death.
But wait, it gets worse.
These women expect special rights. They demand Trump keeps his hands off their uterus. What are they talking about? Trump only has two hands. He can’t grab that much pussy.
Of course, they’re talking about abortion. The process by which they kill the next generation if their free birth control doesn’t work.
So I’m not exactly shaking in my boots in response to this display of woman power. They’re just bragging about how they’re killing themselves off. They’re just marching the way of the dinosaur. Their sword enters their own heart.
Oh, and let’s not forget the gay cherry on top of this intergenerational failure flavored sundae. Homosexuality. It doesn’t exactly obey gods command to be fruitful and multiply. Do I need to go into detail?
And so these angry women go home from their vulgar spectacle on Capitol Hill and apologize to their cats for leaving them alone for the day. They will pat the cats, talk to them, feed them, and dote on them. These cats absorb the maternal instincts of these women.
But cats don’t vote. And until they do, liberal women will have less and less of a voice in our representative government.