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HORNY OLD MEN AND FEMININE WILESby Open-Publishing - Monday 3 November 2008
HORNY OLD MEN AND FEMININE WILES
By Peter Fredson
November 3, 2008
It is November and the rutting season for bull moose has begun. They will bellow, wave antlers, paw the ground, and run amuck at the first glimpse of a rival. It is their nature. Or, more aptly, it is nature’s way of reproducing their species. They can’t resist.
Although civilization has tamed human desires, it has not obliterated them. Males will still be entranced by female beauty and feminine wiles. Winks, nods, smiles, hair-tosses, a touch on the hand, having big boobs, a firm butt, and nice legs can combine to create havoc with an otherwise oblivious male.
Even older males, still under the illusion that they are young and irresistible, will fall into the tender trap and act like juveniles.
So it is no secret that John McCain, aging warrior, was smitten with Sarah Palin. He was also cynically aware that other men might be equally smitten and be able to translate their ardor into votes. And Sarah with her stylish clothes and homey “you betchas” was equally aware that she could create havoc, as she has successfully done in beauty pagents.
Forget mundane considerations about children and husbands and past history, she and John live in the Here and Now in which anything is possible. John had no compunctions in getting rid of a wife who had lost some of her charms in favor of a very rich babe who is now becoming another dried-up conquest on his string. Reason has little to do with the stirrings of Nature. Whether or not John gets some doesn’t matter as it is the promise that beckons the horny old codger.
A female preying mantis will begin eating the head of her love in the act of copulation. A black widow female spider will devour her love after copulation. Try talking the males out of their folly and see how far it gets you.
So, although it may be a political mystery as to why a dirty old man would choose a beauty queen as his vice-president, Mother nature will simply wink, smile, and say, “You betcha.”