Men are superior to women, they are physically stronger, know how to solve problems with their greater intellect; their brains are larger.This is self evident as men are the majority decision makers. They are leaders, heads of state, chairman of all large companies,greatest scientists and philosophers.
Women write nice novels, it's a pass time for them, and they can engage their natural sentimentality.
Women make great carers, housewives. It is where they excel. Great child raisers, they were born to give birth and nurture babies. Once the child is about five years old, it is for men to teach them, well the males, the females are rather passive, as is their nature. The women can of course be nurses, the same natural caring instinct, although the real doctors , healers are men.Just google and find out.
There are a few women who have and can excel, clearly the minority. Islam is correct in this regard, women should respect the superior male, provide for his sexual pleasure and not be involved in his worldly affairs, as she has not the ability to truly participate in any decision making.

There might be objections to my considered reply, but I will ignore them as shrill cries from those who should know better.

So true, the best in years.

My wife heard a story from the neighbours, yes true, that he comes home at four. Where's he been?
Her reply, probably Nana or Cowboy.
No, with that girl in the next soi.
Oh they know how to cause me misery and play on my wife; bastards.

But, she knows I do not "tell another lie,".

I never go out now, not worth the gist to the mill gossips.

With Brexit can't afford to anyway.

"Tell another lie,".

Bleth knows I am sort of writing a book, a new way, just using music, using the new media. I have told him to go ahead and use it.I use songs and quotes but will not print it.I want nothing from it. I have tried writing conventionally, but after Finnigan's Wake and more so Godot hey, Joyce didn't use an apostrophe.
Enjoy the book of sods sod's law , listen or just die.

I said this year, ot that it was recorded this year any more than:


William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850



My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

So now we are in a timelessness where it was all said, written , printed. Oh an image, any will do, it was fixed in time, a selfie a today, why not?