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<DIV><FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>Wow, I can't top that, nor do I have time
to try. Course, I never could write fiction or high fantasy... nor am I an
English Master or Doctoral graduate. Too bad it's so far from reality; it's
actually quite comical........ such a tirade, rife with, hyperbole,
embellishment, and innuendo.. and I'm a dry humor fan. I couldn't stop laughing;
Joanie, the famous, snake-tongued fiction writer from Moscow strikes again.
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<DIV><FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>Why are my words and intentions so oft
misconstrued? Intentionally I suppose. My honor and integrity speak for itself,
however; and I won't give you the satisfaction to dispute each fictitious,
libelous, and outrageous allegation. But beneath that ostensibly thick-skinned
woman/man, you're an insecure personification of the fallacious description you
painted of me..</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>What I can't understand, though, is why
you'd write this phrase and what it implies..., "<FONT face="Times New Roman"
size=3>You'd rather a woman bore your children? Poor woman. Poor children. Poor
us."</FONT></FONT> <FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>Are you implying
something about my children here? Oh, but I forgot, you, as recently as a day
ago, stated you would never talk about someone's wife or children when
you went off on Doug.</FONT> <FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>Funny, and all
your water carriers leapt to your defense. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>--Eddie, signing off for now</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=2>P.S, I'll be benching 295 later..my son
is gone and I need a stout, masculine, spotter...you busy,
sport?</FONT></DIV>
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style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color: black"><B>From:</B>
<A title=joanopyr@moscow.com href="mailto:joanopyr@moscow.com">Joan Opyr</A>
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A title=ecooper@turbonet.com
href="mailto:ecooper@turbonet.com">Ed</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Cc:</B> <A title=vision2020@moscow.com
href="mailto:vision2020@moscow.com">Vision2020 Moscow</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Sunday, May 14, 2006 1:05 PM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Real men in the real world</DIV>
<DIV><BR></DIV>What do I know about real men, Ed? I know that they are neither
terrified of nor threatened by women. I know that they are not empty blowhards
who lash out at strangers in cyberspace but cower before real people in
public. I know that real men are not afraid to display grief or affection
because they know the difference between having a rich and full emotional life
and what you so revealing term "weakness." I live with a real man; I grew up
with real men; I appreciate real men. You're not a real man, Ed. You're not a
man at all. You're an overgrown boy. You demonstrate this ten times a day on
Vision 2020 (and God knows where else). You offer a pitiful spectacle of
arrested development. I don't care how old you are; you have some serious
growing up to do. Is it too late for you to enlist in, say, the Eagle
Scouts?<BR><BR>You'd rather a woman bore your children? Poor woman. Poor
children. Poor us. You'd rather a man stood alongside you in battle? For
heaven's sake, what do you know of battle? My father-in-law did two tours of
duty in Vietnam. He fought the NVA in 1967 during the Tet Offensive. Did that
make him a real man? No. He was a man before he left, and he was a man when he
came back. You won't catch him bragging about what he did in 'Nam. That sort
of crap makes him sick -- he says the braggers all sat in the rear on the
gear. I can shoot the wings off a fly, Ed, and I'd be willing to bet that I
could throw you flat on your back two out of three for a submission. But none
of that really matters, does it? You like your world black and white,
literally. You don't deal well with complexity. It scares you. It makes you
too aware of your shortcomings. Better to stay in the box with the packing
peanuts, safe and sound from the unpleasant drops and those nerve-wracking
bumps.<BR><BR>You don't know where I've been or what I've done, Ed. You don't
know what any woman on this list has endured, survived, or triumphed over. You
don't know how tough we are or how much we appreciate the strong men who grace
our lives. I wish I could believe that you had graced some woman's life, or
that you might grow enough in the future to make yourself of use to some woman
somewhere before you shuffle off this mortal coil. But I feel very cynical
about your prospects. Live and learn? You have to live well, and you have to
be willing to learn. You've shut your ears to what just over 50% of the
population has to teach you. You're going nowhere, Eddie. Nowhere
fast.<BR><BR>Happy Mother's Day.<BR><BR>Joan Opyr/Auntie
Establishment<BR>www.joanopyr.com<BR><BR>"More man than you'll ever be; more
woman than you'll ever get." <BR><BR>On May 14, 2006, at 1:34 AM, Ed
wrote:<BR><BR>
<BLOCKQUOTE><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger>Wow!<?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger> <?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger>Joan
likes men qua men. What the devil does she know about a real man? And, why
do I always seem to get dragged into other people arguments? True as charged
though; there is a shortage of real men (more alarmingly, a shortage of
Euro-American males). Men are increasingly being cowed by radical
feminists—without putting up so mach as a fight. These whacko feminists are
masculinizing the women and feminizing the men. Is a true equal
society one in which gender lines are blurred? Hardly.. We are in trouble,
folks. Some semblance of traditional order must be restored, one where a
difference in sexes and their respective roles are valued, celebrated, and
understood. Women shouldn't hold authoritative places within society; they
are the weak sex. True as well, men have an obligation to watch out for
their female counterparts-- protect and provide for them. Men and women
are different, biologically, physiologically, emotionally, etc...and each
have equally important roles in society. However, these roles are different.
I would rather a woman have my baby; but, then again, I'd prefer a man
alongside me in battle. The demasculinization of men, in my opinion, is
another reason for our Nation losing the will to protect itself. Men used to
be masculine; now they’re sniveling crybabies that get their eyebrows waxed
and nails done; they’re metro-sexuals, uber-sexuals, homosexuals, bisexuals,
transsexuals, etc… Men cry? What? I haven’t cried in 34 years. It’s a sign
of weakness. Point is, men aren’t what they used to be…and this is a
detriment to our society.<?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger> <?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger>Speaking
of women...oh, but we weren't..., I like real women, not trash mouthed,
sailor-talking, machete-tongued,
feminazis.<?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger> <?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger>Finally,
a Letterman (I’m beginning to abhor that man) monologue joke from the 80’s,
I think:<?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger>“A
woman’s place is the home…and she should go there after she gets off
work.” Funny, a glib recitation of that very joke got me in hot water
at a local university not long ago...<?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger> <?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger> --<?/x-tad-bigger><?color><?param 0000,0000,EEEE><?x-tad-bigger>ECS<?/x-tad-bigger><?/color><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger> <?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?x-tad-bigger>P.s.
there potentially could be a time and place for a real man to cry…<?/x-tad-bigger><?/fontfamily><BR><?fontfamily><?param Comic Sans MS><?smaller><?x-tad-smaller> <?/x-tad-smaller><?/smaller><?/fontfamily></BLOCKQUOTE>
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