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Never Date A Single Mother

Hog On Ice writes some pretty funny stuff on his blog and the following item is directed at single mothers. Don't shoot the messenger, I just report this stuff:

Bitter Women Respond Hooray for Them Not everyone is thrilled with my ironclad, irreversible, no-exception policy of not dating single mothers. My guess is that most of the malcontents are single mothers. Well, sorry about that. But if I'm such a jerk, you didn't want me anyway. One commenter says she wants to be the first female blogger to air her bitterness about men. Like that's supposed to bother me. Listen, if you want to complain about men, I'll link to you. I complain about men, too. The average American male screws everything he can until he's about thirty, and then he tries to find a girl he and his horndog buddies didn't manage to gang-bang in Lake Havasu so he can settle down and be catered to. Decent men come along behind these guys and have to deal with the resentment and inability to trust that they leave in their wake. I am a decent man. I do not enjoy cleaning up your mess, Mr. Ho. "All men cheat." "All men lie." Women spew crap like this all the time, because some men have treated them like public urinals, and they assume the rest of us are eager to do the same thing. It's bigoted and irrational, but they wouldn't get that way if men treated them right to begin with. Go ahead and criticize men. I'll back you all the way. Just try to be smart enough to figure out which men are on your side and which ones aren't. Here's a clue: if a man agrees with everything you say, it doesn't necessarily mean he has your best interests at heart. I have never knocked up a woman and been responsible for an abortion or an adoption. I have never given a woman a disease. I have never cheated on a woman. I have never raised my hand to a woman. I have never used a woman. I have never kept a woman around while I looked for a woman I liked better. I have never pretended I liked or loved a woman OR HER KIDS in order to get something out of her. But I'm a bad man because I say things you don't like to hear? You'd rather have an oily little lapdog who licks your ear while he gets you into position? Grow up, sweetheart. You would be damned lucky to find a man as bad as I.