House of Eratosthenes

I had to capture this letter to the Bismarck Tribune from yet another ignorant tightass about one of my favorite subjects…the sloppy and intellectually unsound confusion between the fine, clean, tastefully-run family establishment Hooter’s, and an ordinary strip club. It goes excused pretty much everywhere else. NOT here.

If the issues are important to a person as a mother, father, grandparent, uncle or aunt, one critical step each can take is to avoid this restaurant. I believe that to suggest it is a great place for pubescent boys to hang out, or is a “family restaurant,” is one step short of ludicrous. People should take the small step of not frequenting this establishment and tell their children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews why they are taking such action. It will be an incredible lesson on values that they can pass on to those impressionable youngsters. Quite possibly, those children might carry that lesson forward and teach it to their own children, thus creating a ripple of change.

Best Picture EVER Oh, blow it out your ass lady. What “values” are these? Straight men should never get a peek at anything nice, among the selection the Good Lord designed them to appreciate lookin’ at? Why’s that, so the bar doesn’t get raised too high for the mopey, dopey, shrill shrieking shrews out there who figure they’re somehow “entitled” to their knight in shining armor whom they can virtually imprison in a cloistered domicile filled with Hugh Grant movies, irritating little dogs in purses, and stuck-up faux French restaurants?

It is urgent — URGENT — that we stop putting up with this. There are too many people like this trying to crusade for “ripples of change”…for no purpose more noble, than that men be denied fun. That’s all it is. Little biddies who are threatened by the idea of men having fun.

You know why that is, don’t you? They see men as beasts of burden. You wouldn’t watch television with an ox, would you? Well, that’s how these ignorant, miserable women see men. They don’t “love” men, in the sense that you get a sense of joy when a person you “love” is made happy. They just don’t have those kinds of feelings, for whatever reason, for their men. They figure you don’t share a life with men, you just make a man do things for you. When you wake up in the morning, when you go to bed at night, every minute in between.

I think they could just be inexperienced. You know, I’ve learned something through the years about men and women: When they are together, the mood of the couple is dictated by the man’s happiness and by the woman’s misery.

Simply put, a man can’t be happy if his woman is miserable. And a woman can’t be miserable if her man is happy. Where these selfish bitches lack some perspective, is they have simply never given it a try. Just go out on the town with the fella, share your life with him the way the Good Lord intended, make him happy and see what mood the rest of the family has after that.

Never been tried. How sad.

And then they write letters to be printed in their local newspapers, proving it.

Great, awesome photo that kinda says it all. The knockout babe holding the sign is undoubtedly a Hillary supporter. Really enjoy your essays.
- ThirdCoaster | 12/02/2007 @ 09:53
Well, I’m (generally) not one to judge a book by its cover…BUT. I know which of those two women in the pic I’d like to uh… “get to know better.”

And yeah, you’re spot-on. Again. As ever.
- Buck | 12/02/2007 @ 16:08
Viewing this page in IE, hover your mouse over the picture and see what subtitle comes up in the yellow box. That statement is THE TRUTH.

Once upon a time I had managed to dig up the history. I was going to do a post on it, but I didn’t save my notes and pretty much failed to follow through. It is a real protest. It takes place in 2003, October I think. I forget where. The weather was unseasonably warm and dry, and the manager of the restaurant was concerned about the protesters dehydrating themselves so he sent some girls out to bring the protesters ice water.

I should add that these were the facts presented in the news story itself, it wasn’t some phony-baloney public relations spin delivered by some Hooter’s spokesperson a thousand miles away, since it sounds like exactly that. It wasn’t spin, it was what really happened.

My lady swears up & down the waitress’ right thigh is airbrushed. I’ll admit it has that look, but I saw the picture straight out of the news story itself and it was identical. I never forget a thigh. Not like that one, I don’t.

I like Hooter’s for three things. The beer is the third-most important thing. The pretty girls in the skimpy outfits is the second. And numero uno…well, try to imagine the kind of person you absolutely, positively, fer complete sure KNOW you will never ever see at Hooter’s. Yeah, people like the author of the letter I was scolding. I think I lose a few months out of my life every time I have to be around people like that. Hooter’s puts those months back, because it’s like I’ve got a guaranteed vacation away from ’em.
- mkfreeberg | 12/02/2007 @ 21:46

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