to (do the adult thing and) provide basic stuff for their wives - i'm not talking $300 shoes, just basic lots-a-mileage leathers for half that. Forget dudz-fer-us, they sell cheesy crap, that might hold up for a season, maybe two - that kind of UGLY shiola is more expensive in the long-run. But of course, pee-wee is too frakkin stupid and lazy to do the math. And wifey walks, because...
This blog is very low-traffic, so i can post freely. Just read a comment on another blog about something the Government is doing to help displaced wives. (Read: kicked-th' eff out, because pee-wee has refused to man- up.) Won't elaborate, because the red-pill pukes will have a melt-down, and i am in no mood right now for their nasty solipsism.
Ya know, when the government steps in to do a Husband's job, our taxes will go up. Methinks this new law will enable more wives to get out of their anti-marriage. Yay! No, i do not advocate divorce, but too many marriages are just plain toxic. This isn't about Herbie leaving his stinky socks in the livingroom, this is about years into decades of various cruelties.
A resounding YYAAAYYY to Uncle Sam, providing for the weaker sex. Hey, somebody's godda do it - cause, per the stats, it ain't the "husbands." And those freaking cads are every freaking where.
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