Ever feel a bit inadequate? Meet Mister Perfect.
We live in a world that hates men. Well, some men.
The new Liberal Utopian world has no need for real men. The world wants metro-sexual pansies, who will play the role of the idiot so that feminists can feel better about their insecurities. Most feminism is manifestly “penis envy.” That said, if feminists had penises, they would decry the man’s vagina.
I know that the average man would get a lot more out of life with a vagina, than the average feminist. I know I would.
Give me average looks, my current brain, and just about any vagina, and I’d own half of Manhattan, with a down payment on part of Hong Kong.
This oldie but goodie joke pretty much sums up how the average man feels these days with his feminist.
A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by.
He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, ‘Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.’
Cabbie: ‘Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.’
Passenger: ‘There are always a few clouds over everybody.’
Cabbie: Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.
Passenger: Sounds like he was really something special.
Cabbie: ‘There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman could do everything right.’
Passenger: ‘Wow, what a guy !
Cabbie: ‘He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.
Passenger: How did you meet him?
Cabbie: “I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.”