Dec 07, 2017
Read More Articles by Dave DaubenmireI have to confess that all of this talk about sexual harassment of women is driving me a bit crazy. I also know that it is getting more and more risky to speak out against the established narrative as presented to us by the national thought police.
I know I’m in danger of being called a misogynist, but my tongue is beginning to swell from being gnawed on by my recently crowned molars. At the risk of opening myself up to criticism from the feminazi mafia I have made the decision to choose my own manner of mutilation.
The soon-to-be slings and arrows hurled my way by the man haters lurking in the etherzone will be much less painful than the self-flagellation that comes from\personal censorship. A wise man once said “to thine own self be true” and with that thought in mind I am going to attempt to draw first blood.
In all of the cackling about equality, and equal rights I find it amusing that we allow the fall-back position of so many “strong” women to be “he harassed me.” Sex was designed to be a participatory exercise and in a nation that now declares all “genders” equal how are women able to get away with playing the role of the helpless, weaker victim in this charade of sexual victimization?
Whoa Nelly. Before you start accusing me of being soft on rape, please understand that I think I know what rape looks like and agree with the Biblical standard of rape being a death penalty crime. But “sexual harassment” is not rape…so spare me the moralizing, please.
Sex in the workplace is nothing new. In fact, it has for decades destroyed more marriages than Hustler Magazine. Satan himself was the first single guy in recorded history to hit on another man’s wife and his philandering led to the downfall of the entire human race.
Yes, my friends, all adultery begins with flirtation and, like it or not, many a romance began with a pat on the rump or the twist of a tongue. If Adam had simply manned up and defended his wife’s honor perhaps Matt Lauer would still have a job. In sexually liberated America fornication has replaced bobbing for apples as the activity of choice of most unmarried couples.