Whew! We’ve survived another October with its onslaught of pink ribbons.
Imagine October before the medical-industrial complex turned it into a spool of Pepto-Bismol bows. What a magnificent month of refreshingly brisk days and particolored leaves, cider and woodsmoke! Yet our degenerate age desecrates these glorious weeks with an orgy of national vulgarity and endless emphasis on the most obvious portion of the female anatomy.
As always when civilization marches into the sewer, Leviathan led it there. Not only does the “Executive Office of the President” threaten to steal our money “because cancer” (though perhaps the puerile among us welcome the change from “because Nat Sec”), but the Department of Health and Human Services exploits the disease as well. Good thing no one told the guys at Valley Forge, “Hey, you’re freezing your buns off so the Feds can one day shamelessly ‘proclaim’ their interest in bosoms and even more shamelessly tax us up the wazoo.”
What supine slaves Americans have become! Half is so lost to simple decency that they not only tolerate but expect Our Rulers to obsess on their chests, while the other half is so lost to liberty that they finance this insult to their wives and daughters.
Alas, most of society is onboard. From “charities” to churches, incredibly enough, we seldom escape the bawdy barrage. The Susan G. Komen Foundation itself admits, “Whether you are a golfer, a bowler, a chef or a runner,” you can “experience an event” that skewers your attention to mammilla (and, coincidentally no doubt, empties your pockets on the Foundation’s behalf).
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