Naah that response will get you into trouble as well.
It IS a no win situation for men.
Did Captain Kirk ever face that no win scenario?
Only reason he survived in some reality or the other.
Yeah, I know it's no win. *chuckles* She fusses that I'm being an asshole when I reply that way. Then, it's silence for at least three days. The only sounds are from me tip toeing on egg shells.
I thank all that is good that she stays on a birth control medication. That medication helps her avoid becoming psychotic, removing the monthly curse. She is one that does not well with that process. But once in a while she has to allow herself to cycle through, go off the medication and have her "vacation". At least the psychosis is avoided for the most part.
If not for that medication, not sure I'd be alive quite literally. She got to the point of "you're breathing you f**king piece of sh**, go die right now you bastid, need help?" And i had done nothing at all save existing and she could admit as much. We both get aggravated with the 'docs' which will refuse her getting a hysterectomy. "no, no, you might yet want children, ...' they chide.
Um, hello? Here's me unable to sire children save for a nasty invasive process. Here's her wanting to categorically throttle, maim, kill any little children which get near her. She'll want children? Yep, sure she will.
And on to, ... Kirk never wore a red shirt during a landing party, he couldn't be made to do so as Cap'n. The only one to wear a red shirt and live a landing party excursion was Scottie. He had to live though as he oversaw the use of the dilithium crystals (I suspect crack). Red shirts on landing parties otherwise were instantly known as "this week's victim". They had pissed Kirk off, ergo "join us in the landing party."
One thing our country, which is supposed to be the land of the free, seems to have forgotten in most respects, is that people ARE free to go to hell in whatever way they choose -- drugs, drink, sex, sugar, whatever floats their boat. ,...
..., To all those puritans, I offer a rousing two-fisted
-- I'll sweep around my own damn back porch (drinking, drugs, smoking, sugar, fats), and cordially invite them to do the same, or go fuck themselves, or whatever else they like, as long as they LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
*best Stone Cold Steve Austin voice* "Hell Yeah!" I concur with you based upon the egg argument.
Week 0: "Eggs will kill us all, think of the childrens!"
Week 1: "Eggs are fine and nutritiously healthy foods to eat in moderation."
Week 2: "Eggs cause liver death. Use substitute egg products which spare your kidneys."
Week 3: "There's no data or evidence to support negative arguments regarding consuming eggs."
And on, and on, ...
Being raised on a farm somewhat, gee do I eat eggs? Fried in bacon grease even? Nah, no dirt farmer would ever eat fresh chicken eggs, flappy jacks, grits, bacon, grapefruit and cup o' Joe for breakfast. Dirt farmer more likely to eat possum side, sausage gravy, biscuits, fish roe for breakfast. Of course I ate and still eat eggs. Usually like three scrambled and just go for scrambled, or an omelet (which imho as a cook always uses three eggs and fuck all ye saying only two). And to answer that humping question, I'll eat what a cook fixes, square off funny looking at what "chef" might fix. Chefs don't cook.
Today, screw it. If you dont want my opinion then dont ask it.
Ye, I agree. But we got to be careful. I got fired because I told it like it was. Damn supervisor asking "how do you feel?" The shift had been pure Hell, and there was a double run going on for my part of the crew. "Feel rough enough if someone looked at me funny I feel I might kill 'em!"
"Oh no! We don't say that!"
Ended up being an infraction of 'work place violence', as a 'threat of danger to others'. *sighs*
"Well, you asked ... don't ask if you don't want to know, or already know but are baiting"
But you think I could call out a supervisor as baiting? Fuck no. And I know you, you know what I'm saying and have seen it done more than not too. Somebody was looking for an excuse. I got on too damn good with everyone. I just got stressed over shitty runs, carried a pocket knife which I used in a pinch to cut chicken if their damn Hasbro knife dulled. You don't have time on a line running 'super' to go get a knife sharpened. "Heck, got a knife here twice as sharp as they'd ever see, and go get it."
The knife was "oh my Gawd! He's scary!" *smh* Got measured to ensure it was even 'legal'. I would have hated telling them I had a 7 and 3/4 inch knife registered via county magistrate and was granted license to carry, use as needed. But the knife I carried to work was simply a folding pocket variety, blade well under 4 inches.
Fucking D.C. mindset. And yes we're under martial law, have been since 1600 Penn. Ave got closed to through traffic, only pedestrians watched as they pass. The People ought to be free to drive up to, by the White House. Barring that freedom, we got martial law. That was on reg books in the Navy in 1996. Yes, I looked it up. Bah, fuck all ..
"Hey hey NSA! I see something, ... I see electrons in my screen labeled NSA 'we're not here monitoring you via your computer monitor' i see terrorists and crooks using and abusing Natural Law, I see you rather serve Mammon you pharisees you! I see me waving and singing 'don't come back no more, no more, no more, Hit the road Jack!' "