As an American woman, I wanted to put a bag over my head as I watched the throngs of female morons waddle down the streets of D.C., NYC, and San Francisco on January 21, 2017.  Wearing their ridiculous “p----” hats, screeching like a gaggle of hags, and so pumped on up putrid propaganda, they appeared high on peyote. The tsunami of false equivalencies, hypocrisy, and bogeyman placards are too stupid and weak to unpack.  However, the central question that our treacherous and treasonous mainstream media failed to pose to a single old hen or greasy tatted up hipster was this: If Donald J. Trump is the misogynist monster of the ages you portray him to be, how are you allowed to march in the streets?  Why were you not firehosed?  Where are the black-hooded thugs beating you with slapjacks for your jaw-dropping display of hubris? Nowhere to be seen.  Just lactation stations and warming buses, free chicken, bottled water, and hot coffee....(Read Full Post)