The soys sure do hate masculinity. Notice how we call them soy boys because they’re a bunch of effeminate, limp wristed types who don’t eat meat.....like actual men with a functioning pair of balls do.
Oh, and no I don’t care to worship Gaia. Feel free to sacrifice to your climate Goddess if you wish, but don’t expect me to. Now, does anybody have a good recipe for spotted owl breast? I feel like grilling this weekend.
Grilled spotted owl breast is good with a nice snail-darter sauce.
No masculinity, easier to control.
Where’s my coffee, dear?