Okay, I’m calling a virtual truce here on the women-in-combat issue. The women/race analogy is just a means to an end for the liberal side of things here. I’ve not the energy to refute logical fallacies, for they seem to stand on their own three feet. My posting was simply directed towards the pending legislation, and I should have been more concise in my argument. I despise arguing through blog postings, because we all have enough conflict in our personal lives anyway. Stirring the pot is something I just don’t wish to waste bandwidth upon.

To put it simply, I’m at the point of exhaustion, and I need to write what flows naturally – sexy humour. This is precisely why I don’t normally blog about politics in a straightforward manner. The only reason that I did so at Cake Eater Chronicles is because it was par for the venue, and I wished to treat Kathy’s blog with the respect it deserves. On my turf, however, I can be as loosey goosey as I wanna be. Thus, the land of sadiemasochism is hereby returned to its former state of lightheartedness. This should not discourage any comments, but do understand that I’m not going to debate the underpinnings of the two major political parties. Any or all political discussion shall hereby be confined to lighthearted pop cultural allusions:

So, have you seen Paris Hilton’s new boyfriend? She dumped that Greek shipping heir for this guy –

Whew. I feel better now. I’m going to go take a nap in my panties now. (Stretch)