Please send the breasts over to me!
May 29, 2009
Last week, the press reported a man who had forced his wife to breastfeed five puppies. The man has been condemned from many quarters. <b>Jamesa Wagwau</b> adds his venom.
Last week, the press reported a man who had forced his wife to breastfeed five puppies. The man has been condemned from many quarters. Jamesa Wagwau adds his venom.
It is disgusting. The highest throne of romance has been desecrated and given to dogs. This is one of the greatest abuse to womankind, close in heels to female genital mutilation.
We have abased what God in His wisdom exalted above the groin. It is a crime against humanity. What does this man think he is? I have declared a week of mourning.
The breasts have gone to the dogs (or the dogs going to breasts?) and men are tight-lipped. Men, how dare you keep quiet when breasts are under attack?
Is it because it is a fellow man doing this? Shame, especially after we have interacted with breasts for this long, we still fail to appreciate them beyond their mammary functions. Yes, breasts are more than a mere milk container; they are a monumental symbol of femininity. They are meant to be adored not shared with dogs!
In the words of my good friend, Bob, ‘breasts are the best thing God ever created.’ Bob condemns the person who brought bras into the world and I agree with him. You cannot light a lamp and keep it under a bowl, can you? Where has our masculine instinct of protection gone when we cannot protect that which we (claim to) love with a passion? How hypocritical can men be to shower breasts with praises and shut up when they are under attack?
It is a shame to see a woman being dragged to filth and men are not bothered, a shame to hear men declare how they cannot do without a woman yet cannot give a damn to anything threatening the survival of the same woman. If you have ever enjoyed the warmth or just the optical benefits that comes with a peep at a low-cut blouse, it is time to rise up in defence of the breasts.
Poor breasts have never known peace. Even before a viable treatment for breast cancer is discovered, they are now being thrown to the dogs? No, no, enough is enough. I am calling upon all those who enjoy an intimate ‘working relationship’ with the breasts to rise up in arms. We are what we are (or at least I am what I am) because of the breasts. Those breasts being abused were the first contact we had with the world. I am passionate because I tasted them first thing after I was born and I have never looked back.
Kings and the world’s leading rulers were all nurtured by the life-giving breasts. Did you know that the fastest way to soothe a baby (and I mean baby, not puppy) to sleep is to place them in the breasts? Did I say baby? No, sorry, I mean a man. It is in records that watching (not touching) breasts for at least a minute everyday can reduce a man’s stress levels almost to the level of going to the gym. In spite of all these ‘fringe benefits’, men of sound mind still remain tight-lipped when breasts are suffering.
We have grossly abdicated our God-given role of family protection and the woman has been thrown in the cold to fend for herself. Poor woman is wallowing in the wilderness where rapists, wife beaters, murderers and now even breast hungry dogs are on the loose.
It is disgusting. The highest throne of romance has been desecrated and given to dogs. This is one of the greatest abuse to womankind, close in heels to female genital mutilation.
We have abased what God in His wisdom exalted above the groin. It is a crime against humanity. What does this man think he is? I have declared a week of mourning.
The breasts have gone to the dogs (or the dogs going to breasts?) and men are tight-lipped. Men, how dare you keep quiet when breasts are under attack?
Is it because it is a fellow man doing this? Shame, especially after we have interacted with breasts for this long, we still fail to appreciate them beyond their mammary functions. Yes, breasts are more than a mere milk container; they are a monumental symbol of femininity. They are meant to be adored not shared with dogs!
In the words of my good friend, Bob, ‘breasts are the best thing God ever created.’ Bob condemns the person who brought bras into the world and I agree with him. You cannot light a lamp and keep it under a bowl, can you? Where has our masculine instinct of protection gone when we cannot protect that which we (claim to) love with a passion? How hypocritical can men be to shower breasts with praises and shut up when they are under attack?
It is a shame to see a woman being dragged to filth and men are not bothered, a shame to hear men declare how they cannot do without a woman yet cannot give a damn to anything threatening the survival of the same woman. If you have ever enjoyed the warmth or just the optical benefits that comes with a peep at a low-cut blouse, it is time to rise up in defence of the breasts.
Poor breasts have never known peace. Even before a viable treatment for breast cancer is discovered, they are now being thrown to the dogs? No, no, enough is enough. I am calling upon all those who enjoy an intimate ‘working relationship’ with the breasts to rise up in arms. We are what we are (or at least I am what I am) because of the breasts. Those breasts being abused were the first contact we had with the world. I am passionate because I tasted them first thing after I was born and I have never looked back.
Kings and the world’s leading rulers were all nurtured by the life-giving breasts. Did you know that the fastest way to soothe a baby (and I mean baby, not puppy) to sleep is to place them in the breasts? Did I say baby? No, sorry, I mean a man. It is in records that watching (not touching) breasts for at least a minute everyday can reduce a man’s stress levels almost to the level of going to the gym. In spite of all these ‘fringe benefits’, men of sound mind still remain tight-lipped when breasts are suffering.
We have grossly abdicated our God-given role of family protection and the woman has been thrown in the cold to fend for herself. Poor woman is wallowing in the wilderness where rapists, wife beaters, murderers and now even breast hungry dogs are on the loose.