My car smoked, and I knew I was in trouble. I was waiting at a red light. A Highway Patrol car pulled up behind. I looked in my rearview. The cop car was almost swallowed by wafting billows of dense white smoke coming from my tailpipe.
My car didn't smoke nearly as much cruising down the highway, wind having the property of better diffusing smoke.
A police lady got out of the patrol car, coughing as she came. I rolled my window down.
"Did you know your car is smoking?" She asked.
I'd known for a year, but pretended ignorance. I couldn't tell her the truth, that for several months I didn't have the money, and for several more got lazy (82 Toyotas are great. When they act up, you've usually got plenty of time to fix them. Try that with an American make).
It's smoking?" I asked, incredulous.
I got a fixit ticket anyway.
She was kind of cute, shapely, I noticed, as she walked back to her squad car. She was on patrol.........alone.
I thought, what kind of a country allows a woman, maybe 120 pounds, to prowl for lawbreakers by herself? What if I was Jack the Ripper? Unless a passer-by helped, or she could get to her radio to call, what could stop me from taking her nightstick, her gun, her badge, her uniform. She'd be in her underwear.
Another policewoman stopped me a month later for having an out-of-date sticker on my license plate. I exited the car to find out what the trouble was. I don't think she liked the way I towered over her. She harshly ordered me back in the car. I practically dove through the open window. But what if I was a bad guy?
Now, my Uncle Clem. There was a cop. Big, craggy and Irish, you knew if you messed with him, he'd hit you over the head with a blackjack. You'd get into astronomy quick.
A society that doesn't protect its women and children. This crap started back in the socialistic Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore days of the 1960s, and has been advanced by feminists, liberals and their pals in the Hollywood film industry.
I'll risk being called a Nazi sexist by openly stating the truth. Women, most of them, and it's to their everlasting credit seeing as how they're a civilizing influence, make lousy cops and soldiers.
On the other hand, I can't give birth, the greatest gift of all. And no, cloning doesn't count.
According to the politically correct lexicon, women can do anything I can, or better, but I can't do some of the things they can. I'll tell you what. I'm going to take my figurative, chivalrous sword out of its sheath, and I'm going to protect women from bad guys and dragons----whether they like it or not.
