Peggy Noonan: Is Rick Perry too macho?

Is Peggy happy with the uber-conceited,  Metro-man, Muslim-ass kissing, scumbag we have occupying our White House to say such a dumb thing?  This is why I cant stand many women in politics. They make me sick.  Obviously women like her, are happy with men being emasculated, pussified and weak.  While this type attitude usually makes a mad, power-bitch insane with glee- I tend to be a realist. Women cannot fight in wars, are not on the battlefield, they didnt storm the beaches at Normandy, or battle on the shores of Tripoli.. and until the 1960′s, they could never run a company. And, believe you me, when women ARE in charge of a company, it sucks.

  Now- Peggy Noonan….Does she realize that we DO have a Muslim world with just as much in population as America, and they think of women as nothing?  Does this asshat GET that we need a strong man, or is that beneath this American, feminist, matriarch to comment on?  WE NEED A MACHO, ALPHA-MALE, Stupid people!

Ms Noonans attitude is clear to me; She wants a big, fat, wuss in charge, or a WOMAN (figures: koo koo, koo koo).  I do not endorse candidates here on this site. And, I have been looking into Rick Perry.  I am just sick of this female onslaught of men.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREWA monologue from the play by William Shakespeare

KATE: Fie, fie, unknit that threat’ning unkind brow

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.

It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,

Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,

And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,

And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee

And for thy maintenance; commits his body

To painful labor both by sea and land,

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,

Whilst thou li’st warm at home, secure and safe;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands

But love, fair looks, and true obedience–

Too little payment for so great a debt.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

Even such a woman oweth to her husband;

And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,

And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel

And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

I am ashamed that women are so simple

To offer war where they should kneel for peace,

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

Whey they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts?

Come, come, you froward and unable worms,

My mind hath been as big as one of yours,

My heart as great, my reason haply more,

To bandy word for word and frown for frown.

But now I see our lances are but straws,

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,

That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.

Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,

And place your hands below your husband’s foot,

In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease