Tuesday, September 22, 2009

September Busting Out All Over




Young harridans are flopping out their bits again.

Yawn.

What we find more interesting past the-ahem- titillation is the in-your-face insistence on drooping skin to the (quite rainy) elements--a rather pathetic attempt at manipulation.

Toleration is not enough for these "poore tits", they must have approval. And despite their alleged unrepentant brazen-ness, they must have it from men who will not give their names, and hide behind dark glasses. Feminism changes little, methinks, where it really counts.



We cannot summon up much outrage, and we are not shocked. Just a little sad.


Give the poor girl a blanket--she'll be old, raddled and sad herself soon enough, without being wet too.


O GOD, whose nature and property is ever to have mercy and to forgive; Receive our humble petitions; and though we be tied and bound with the chain of our sins, yet let the pitifulness of thy great mercy loose us; for the honour of Jesus Christ, our Mediator and Advocate. Amen.


Penitential Office, BCP 1928.


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