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- July 22, 2010: The Cost of Living in Baker City
- June 9, 2010: An End to Financial Uncertainty
- June 2, 2010: Memorial Day Thoughts.
- April 27, 2010: A Matter of Opinion
- April 4, 2010: Tax Hell
- March 26, 2010: Wayfarers In Winter
- February 22, 2010: This morning, so far (or, Why I Drive as Little as Necessary)
- January 18, 2010: Leaves Blown Apart
- December 24, 2009: Predicting the Next Economic Downturn
- December 10, 2009: In memory of Dennis Huff and The Heat of the Sun
On Sex, Gender, and Moral Superiority
On Sex, Gender, and Moral Superiority
One need only observe nature to understand that the female gender is morally superior to the male, and that the latter sex, being subject to the vicissitudes of severe hormonal imbalance, is prone to senseless violence and destructive impulses. On this point, I agree entirely with Ronald Reagan, although I have not spoken to him lately to determine if he has changed his opinion.
Whether or not such mindless behavior, being controlled by bodily processes other than the intellect, can be considered moral, or rather immoral behavior, is beside the point. One need only consider the result. For example, we planted some lovely young willows into our yard, anticipating that within a few years, they would become beautiful, mature specimens of rust and yellow hued branches, gracefully arching overhead and providing dappled shade. Realizing quite fully that we share our neighborhood with a significant number of wild deer that come regularly to inspect our flower beds, we anticipated some opportunity to observe the gentle creatures nibbling on the branches. And certainly, were we to rise sufficiently early on a winter or spring morning, we could count on seeing at least one doe with her fawn sampling the dormant buds if not more. Yet willows sprout vigorously, and are quite well adapted to occasional browsing by wildlife. So my wife and I were not adverse to the idea of sharing the bounty of our sweet pussy willows.
However, in the dark of night, as all shameful villains and vandals are wont to enjoy the cover of darkness, the male of the species has left his mark. Not satisfied that we have left these delectable treats unfenced for his gustatory pleasure, he has seemingly determined that since he could not eat it all, he would destroy what he could not eat, leaving none for others in his herd unless they picked it up from the ground before it dried and turned black. No, this year there will be no tall waving branches or shade, only the grotesque, malformed remnants of his unreasoning brutal presence.
Should I be so fortunate as to find that devil in the forest later this fall and legally put an end to his malicious activities, I do know that there shall be no “once and for all” to it. As these things tend to go, the miscreant has no doubt already had time to procreate and pass along all the miserable, self-indulgent, and evil aspects of his character so deeply encoded in his genes. Or if not, his evil twin, or father, or uncle is out there somewhere, making sure there will be no end to mischief. After all, he got those behavioral traits somewhere.
Clair Button is the author of the Thomas Kreuger Mystery Series, and occasionally makes attempts at humor.
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March 22, 2008 at 20:39
This reader wasn’t warned this would be a sad commentary! At least I was led gently to the concluding remarks although there was one important phrase left out: “Grrr!”
LB
March 23, 2008 at 08:42
It’s about time something is blamed on hormones in the male species. Now we just need to introduce men to PMS and hot flashes so they will have a viable excuse for their “senseless violence and destructive impulses.”
I can just see it now… “Honey, I tore down your flower bed today to make room for my bass boat. I didn’t mean too, but I was feeling a little bloated and irritable, and had cramps…”
Good one Clair! Although I would think being a man yourself, you could be a little more understanding of the buck’s actions… he was probably just having a bad hair day!