A few years back, a writer penned what was called at the time “Men are from Mars, women are from Venus” in order to explain relationships to the masses. I never read the book because the initial analogy was so weak. Mars and Venus are planets… on which it is impossible for humans to survive. Since they don’t have 24 hour department stores on Venus and slabs of salty bacon never seem to cook up right on Mars the idea really doesn’t make any sense at all. Time for zero to interject with some logic we can all understand.
It is late in the day and the seas are rough; you and your paltry 300 soldiers look out upon a hundred nations of the Persian empire descending upon you. Someone makes an off-color joke about how women need to be in the kitchen. You laugh. The next thing you know Xerxes is knocking on your front door with a nice cold glass of ownage he expects you to drink from heartily or you won’t get any pussy for weeks.
Yes folks, women are Persians. Men are Spartans. It has been like that since the beginning of time… even before the great Spartan clash. The trick here is: putting it in words you can understand. Let’s begin…
During an argument a woman, much like Xerxes, will hit you with a million different points. Men usually stick to one solitary point and defend it to the death. If you hold your ground well you can stave off thousands of those points. The more you stop, the more come. The sky is darkened by arrows of illogic. Of course, we fight in the shade…
Also, much like the Persians, a woman will give you a chance to give up. A chick once told me “You would be so much of a better person if you were my boyfriend.” At the time I didn’t realize it but looking back I see what she really meant was “All of your enemies will kneel at your feet, if you will but kneel before mine.” It is a good thing I had a kink in my leg that day and gave that rotten cunt a visual demonstration of what kicking rocks was…
Sometimes, you are betrayed by one of your own. Much like the dirty traitor who showed the Persians the old goat path. One of your own boys may give up the location of your weakness, whether on purpose or not. Women are good at finding things out. When their millions can’t beat your 300 at the narrow pass, meaning they can’t fade your logic no matter how hard they try, they will find a way to sneak around behind you and hit you right on the ass end.
Many nations bowed to Persia, as many men have bowed to women. Of course, Spartans… well, we have our reputation to consider. We are the kind of men they don’t make anymore. We will stand and fight, to the death if necessary. We know we will most likely lose but we refuse to go quietly.
Yes, I said it. We will lose. You just cannot win an argument with a woman. It is impossible. That doesn’t mean we fight in vain though. The world will know that few stood against many… that free men stood against tyranny. And before the battle is over even a woman’s relentless illogical bitching can bleed.
Since it doesn’t get any better than calling women tyrants, I leave you with that.