THE FEMDICKS by Seth deMartine

Hers is probably bigger than yours, buddy.

THE FEMDICKS by Seth deMartine

I have to take the blame for coining the new word, FEMDICK.

This is the kind of woman that swaggers throughout the land pretending to have what we have, the most despised organ package in the land, the lowly C&B (cock and balls).

Can you imagine being born with, being blessed with, a female body with all its wonders, all its mysteries, all its heart stopping beauty and then pretending that, no, you’re actually carrying the big  bamboo between your legs.

I don’t understand why a woman would want to pretend to be a man. We die earlier. We are the butt of endless ridicule…every last nincompoop on the TV shows is a man or boy. The relationship punditeers routinely find a way to cleverly shift the blame from where it belongs to rest on the bewildered shoulders of the husband/boyfriend.

We have all been informed of the widespread virus called ‘penis envy’. In its most virulent form, it targets feminists unrelentingly. It is almost a matter of faith that feminists…as a group…are unbeautiful.

It has seemed to many of us, in the punditeering business, that feminism carries with it, in the very marrow of its being, an edge of revenge…revenge against men…for rejecting them because of their lack of beauty.

Feminists are always pissed off, bitter little bitches. Raging against their looks, against men, against life, feminists are tirelessly at the ready to battle at what they see as the iniquities against women. It does not matter to them that they have it exactly the wrong way around. It does not matter to them that their view of reality is unreal. It does not matter to them how many little boys they are damaging. All that matters to them is their not so petty revenge.

And part of the revenge package that they foist on the rest of us is to pretend that it’s not only men that can be masculine. The femdicks modus operandi is to behave in what they mistakenly believe is the way a man behaves. They come off as bitches in britches. And their happy little consorts in this sham are the castrates that write their lines for them and produce the excuses for them. What a shame to see the real penises provide cover, lyrics, scripts and story lines for these penis pretenders…the FEMDICKS.