When is a woman safe? When she can kill with more than her good looks.Photo by: Denise Mahoney
Accordingly, she must defend herself. A proficiently-deployed firearm would be ideal, but this is Europe, so hand-to-hand is probably optimal.
Krav Maga is how Kelly Ripa could cripple Michael Strahan, so big, strapping German broads should make for fierce, fearsome Amazons. This problem will persist until they do.
We grew up in a golden age. Now we discover the world Jefferson, et al, swept away for us – until Marx swept it all back. But that’s no more than spilt milk, by now, because there is no alternative to the existential.
When does a fish need a bicycle? When the bike is the only way to get back to the sea. We do as we shouldn’t, in marriage and family, but abstract knowledge is the great equalizer. When the women of Europe can promise, “You’ll die with a pork sausage up your ass and your dick down your throat” – the streets will be as safe as houses.
This is not even #SisterYouAskedForIt. Every woman should learn how to be deadly, from her determinedly deadly parents, long before she’s out on her own. This was a foolish luxury we conferred on our daughters – and too many of our sons. That is ending in Europe, and perhaps here, too.
And that is ultimately to the good. An organism that cannot defend its own life will not have it for long, and if you cannot defend your self, in too many important ways, you don’t have a self.
The survivors of this mess, barely begun, will be amazing people. I wish I could live to meet them.
P.S.: Without even intending to, I just invented actual #feminism: By learning to be deadly, a girl will learn everything she needs to know about standing up to men. She will learn to yield when she meets a man worth yielding to. All others will enter at their own risk, as it were.
