“Rules For Dating My Daughter”

so by now, many of you have seen that creepy feminist father and his stinky shirt

…well, if your one of those weirdoes who dares ask what about a man’s rules/boundries…

…just remember, penis owners aren’t allowed that luxury…

look at the draft/selective service…

…think of all the filthy bastard men who were forced into wars they didn’t start..

…but of course, you kyriarchical misogynist, the real crime is that womyn weren’t allowed on the battlefield to die/murder alongside men because, donchya know, benevolent sexizm…

Her Body, Her choice, you Kyriarchical, Oppressive Piece of Shit!!!!

“Women have always been the primary victims of war. Women lose their husbands, their fathers, their sons in combat. Women often have to flee from the only homes they have every known. Women are often the refugees from conflict and sometimes, more frequently in today’s warfare, victims. Women are often left with the responsibility, alone, of raising the children.”

Quoted, the first Womyn President of the United States. Well, technically she wasn’t the President but who do you think was running the country while Billy Boy was getting lil’ Willie polished…

But goddamnit, donchya know she was right on. Dude if a hammer breaks, do you mourn the hammer’s “feelings?” A tool is only as valuable as it’s utility and a broken tool ain’t worth shit. You should feel bad for the owner of such a tool for she is so inconvenienced without this tool…

Her Body, Her Choice…

Your Body, the governments choice, and feminisms, but not yours you misogynist, useless piece of shit…

Remeber it ain’t over till the fat lady sings, er, Monica spits, er, Matt Forney queefs…

Do I even have to borrow the flashing SARCASM button from the fatuous Manbigots buffoon at this point???

4 thoughts on ““Rules For Dating My Daughter”

  1. Ugh, that horrible, horrible shirt.

    One of my friends, who also happens to be a father of 2 sons and 1 daughter, got into a Facebook argument about this thing. As he pointed out, YES it most certainly is up to him (and his wife). Her body, her choice is all well and good if she’s over 18 and not living at home. But if his 14 year old daughter wanted to date a 25 year old, he *as a fucking responsible and caring parent* has every right to put the hammer down on such a relationship. If his 16 year old daughter wants to go into the porn industry, he has every right *as a fucking responsible and caring parent* to stop her from doing so. And before anyone gets upset thinking my friend is sexist, he does the same when it comes to his boys.

    Once your offspring are out on their own and ready to chart their own life course…yeah, there’s nothing you can really do but support them emotionally and hope they make the right decisions. But when your sons and daughters are minors (aka CHILDREN) who live at home and depend on you for food, clothing, shelter, education, and guidance? Damn straight you can and should make rules about how they conduct themselves.

    1. apparently she is over 18…

      though I suppose “feminist father” woulda blown a head gasket if I wanted to have a beer at 15 but he’d gladly send me to war at 18. Others have pointed out the hypocrisy of this–as in women demanding men protect them (patriarchy)–yet respect all their choices (laissez faire)–yet not judge them and bash low status men who say the situation is unfair (Nice Guys)–yet still expect men to remain in “traditional roles” (freedom for women but chains for men.)

  2. When my daughter was 20, she had finished two years at the local community college, and was ready to transfer to the State U. 35 miles away. She wanted to live on Campus.

    I told her, “You are an adult, and can do that if you want. But, I am also an adult, and if you live on campus, you will not get one red cent from me.” We made too much money in those days for her to get government loans and help, so she was screwed. She pouted, but had no choice.

    We bought a new, small car for her to drive back and forth, 70 miles a day.

    About three months into the year, she came happily into the house one night, and said in a happy voice, “Thanks, Dad!”

    Actually, I knew she was going to thank me for not letting her live on campus, but I asked her to explain. She said it made her happy to be out on the Interstate at 65 mph, listening to her favorite music, on her way home, while the other women were getting knocked up, exposed to drugs and every other disgusting thing.

    We were badly criticized for not letting her live on campus. “She will miss all the excellent campus life.” I would ask, “Which part? Raping; pillaging; or looting?”

    She actually had a better social life than the kids on campus. The first week in one class, she followed the prof. out the door and asked him a question. The first time in a long time any student dared to ask a prof. a question.

    She made friends with the faculty and grad students. When she had midnight work at the college observatory, the professor’s wife would send a note with the prof, inviting her to spend the night at their house, instead of the long drive home.

    And, when the total eclipse came to Mexico, she was invited to go with the U. astronomy team, and really helped with the language issues. In fact, she participated in the seminar, telling the social issues. For those of you who don’t know U. politics,undergrands simply don’t do things like that.

    And, a famous world known astronomer came to the seminar and asked lots of questions, not of the astronomy team, but to her, about the social issues. She was very happy.

    Her social life was far beyond that of the average college student, all because of her bubbly personality and positive attitude.

    Her half-sister was a totally different game.

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