Clitstorm in a tea cup

The universe is as large as an atom is small, both will fill your mind to the brim. These are the beautiful spatial perception qualities that is the best tool for the job when at the diagnosis stage of trying to figure out why you car won’t go, coupled with a good nose ‘n ear the old school mechanic can see through an engine block with his spatial perception, nose for any fuel leaks and eyes to find his pac of winne blues to quell the nicotine nibble out of the way so he can settle down and not think, Nicotine’s the toad fish in your stream of thoughts.

The sad thing is the enforcement of the politically correct calendar choice for the poor old mechanic, who’s busting a nut to get your car fixed so you can enjoy that so sort after just right northern beaches lifestyle of twiting your way through the broadsheets on a Saturday morning, then it’s, off to the beach. Unfortunately because of the landscape, high headlands and down to shore level it creates problems for car park. So now it’s the sort after life situation because there is no style in this situation unless you think waiting in your car in traffic jams around the bends, cool.

The road and the car park are opposites of the same thing, parking requires a slightly larger area of the car and access flow. There’s not to many cars on the road there’s to many cars where you want to park, You need space to drive not park, you need curtsey to park and self interest to drive, because roads work better with regular emotional anticipation, self interest is not a dirty word it is the right emotional tool for the job, which is a constant ebb n’ flow of traffic all getting to where they want get in the comfort and safety in the air condition car of there dreams.

Fixing cars is a dirty ‘n greasy job and at times dangerous if your workmate is careless dickhead. That calendar on the wall with the photograph of the lovely looking model with well proportioned breasts is his only visual oasis for his spatial perception of motor bits and pieces. All he gets for smoko now is a chicko roll and his iPhone to amuse his eyes.

Spatial analogy being the native tongue of a man’s mind I would think it quite impertinent the scolding a man’s mind receives for terse medical descriptions of her vaginal vault being dished out by indignant well educated women trying to escape her best work around the house. The red sports car would lead one to believe that the clitoris is a nodular nub that opens the cars doors maybe that’s why car spaces are so rare. And the car parks that have been paved across the globe is the feminist equivalent to the tall penis like builds that get pointed to as proof of the patriarchal system dominance. The vaginal vault as it use to be referred was to be the most germ laden area of both the sexes.

The Headlight of a formula 1 café racer is a better analogy for the clitoris because the clit we see, is just that, all we see of it, the rest of it is internal like a sleek fairing and the vagina is the bike with a two way valve at the rear. The rest I can leave up to your imagination’s love the smell soap in the morning, it reminds me of victory. The birthing of soap was the great attribute to the mans mind which built the load problem in the first place and by those same qualities he is attracted to the woman’s body which is now peering through the window to by middle aged boffens stooping down with hands on hips squinting up his bifocals eyes up so they could peer into as if he lost the keys to his sports car. The real reason why this is, is for healthy gardening, the best food you can eat is the stuff right out side your window so the bacteria in the garden and the bugs and all the shit that goes on in well designed permaculter garden.

I apologies to Tony Abbot but they way the media write for people who don’t write and when people read without knowing why it takes to write something and then if that is there only opinion of the Man then there sadly mistaken. I used to pick up rubbish on Manly beach and Tony is a regular down there he lives the best part of the day doing what he like doing, keeping his in shape and he wears speedo’o so he can run and swim faster. But somehow when a Man in the public eye wears them he gets ridiculed. Women keep bitching about where are all the real men gone and we get one for a leader and they laugh at him because he has the balls to wear an unpopular style. Isn’t that shaming isn’t that what Feminism is meant address not to judge a person by there body. I don’t like Tony’s politics but he’s just a bloke enjoying the great opportunity to run and swim in mornings and yet our woman have to bitch him down. Regardless of politics we have an active role model for a healthy life style.