Clouding Men's Minds
Muslim women are simply enthralling. Why else would there have arisen such complicated and minute strictures regarding their behavior, dress and comportment? Despite their outwardly demure behavior and their shrouded presence, these women obviously have the power to cloud men's minds. Such is the power of these creatures that a Muslim man can be driven to rape or even to murder by the glimpse of a leg... or... even worse, actually gazing on the face of a female not related to him. For the rest of us it is hard to fathom such spell-binding power. Meanwhile Western women's dress, appearance and appeal continue to decline (as does the Western birthrate; there may be a correlation here). Women's clothing is often ripped and tattered. Their shirts, usually shrunken and ill-fitting, are way too short to allow their wearer to tuck them in. Thus women are forced to exhibit bulging sections of avoir dupois otherwise best left to the imagination. But it's moot since these poor creatures couldn't tuck in a shirt anyway. Driven by the dictates of the fashion police to drill holes into their navels and string them with protruding pieces of wire, the pain of having clothing abrade such a wound would be inhumane.
posted by Unknown @ 12:46 PM
4 Comments:
Borghilde - come back!
erp - go to May archives and scroll down to 'Hitler's Aryan Sex doll'
I think it may have been my e-mail you got? I sent one.
I guess not too many blokes will have the nerve to blog on this Fjordman. Here's my 2 cents worth.
Muslim women: The more restrictive the religion, the more the women pay the price. Men make the rules then ensure (physically if necessary) that the women keep them.
Perhaps declining rates of western fertility can be matched with unattractive clothing. I'm more inclined to think it has something to do with the pill.
Even hipster jeans are more comfortable than corsets, or suspender belts. High heels were hell to run in. Body piercing – just stay away from anyone with lots of it. They sneeze, you could get shrapnel wounds.
Proud of you girl. Was it easy eventually? (I hope so for my sake.)
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