Ms. Feminism got its Federal sugar-tax-daddy to put up the cash for a brand new shiny high-priced hot rod.
Reckless dame that she is, Ms. Feminism promptly pushed the vehicle far beyond its limit.
Now it is a twisted steaming wreck with all burned-out guts exposed.
Now it is cornered and is taking wild shots at the very people who picked up the bill for its expensive “all about me” tastes.
Ms. Feminism’s vicious cult of Misandry – with its authoritarian delusions of grandeur, its slanderous gossip and its collectivist brainwashing – is now on its last stand.
It is time to cut off its allowance – and put it out of its misery.
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Dedicated to Tom Matlack and all the hard-working people who pay the taxes that are used to finance the non-productive careers of those who despise them.
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