Bite Me

I noted the disappearance of Chris “Tingles Up And Down My Leg” Matthews from some Commie TV network (don’t watch any, no idea which one), but while I’m not sorry to see the asshole go, the reason why he “retired” (sexual harassment) just makes me want to reach for a new bottle of J&B.  Here’s part of his farewell statement:

“Compliments on a woman’s appearance that some men, including me, might have once incorrectly thought were OK, were never OK. Not then and certainly not today.”

Apparently, Matthews said to some TV totty:  “Why have I never fallen in love with you before?”

To me, that’s just about as big a compliment a man could pay a woman.  Also, the fact that the septuagenarian Matthews said that signals that he was obviously not hitting on her — I mean, old guys say that kind of stuff to younger women all the time (“If I were thirty years younger, I’d ask you for a date” etc.) — and let me be crystal clear about this:  such declarations are, and always have been, a compliment.

Of course, in today’s fucking ultra-sensitive #MeToo #KillAllMen #BelieveAllWomen #AndreaDworkinWorld, that’s seen as no different from pushing a woman against a wall and forcing her to feel your dick.  (In another milieu, that outlook is little different from PETA’s “a rat is a dog is a boy” extremist equivalence.)

All I can say is that I’m glad that I don’t work for a modern corporation, nor will I ever again;  and I’m also glad that I live in the South, where women still understand (and indeed practice) the subtle art of flirtation.

Because I’m not going to quit.  As I’ve said many times in the past, I live for harmless flirting and complimenting women — it establishes my love for women and, more importantly, it stops me from treating women the same way I tend to treat men — harshly (because, duh, we’re men  and that’s how we treat each other).

Even more than that:  I can’t quit behaving with women the way I do;  it’s as deeply ingrained in my character as my table manners — maybe more so — and without that subtle interplay with the other sex, I’d just become a caricature grumpy old man who hates everybody.  (As it is, that attitude is never far from the surface at the best of times.)  I’m not going to change just because it’s no longer acceptable to some women:  I’m going to open doors for them, help them stow their luggage on an airliner, walk on the street-side of a sidewalk and yes, compliment them on their appearance and all the other stuff that I’ve done my entire adult life.

And quite frankly, if any woman has a problem with that, she can fuck right off.  (That’s just a little taste of — to coin a phrase — the other side of Kim, and it’s not very pleasant.)

Oh, and to Chris Matthews:  it’s always been okay to compliment a woman on her appearance;  it’s just that in today’s pussified world, some self-appointed arbiters of Acceptable Behavior have changed the rules on us.  Fuck ’em.


  1. Back in the 1980’s I had a sail boat racing buddy who managed an office in Oklahoma City where we lived and over the period of a year I would call him to confirm plans for racing on the weekend, we both had boats and crewed for each other. My friend had a secretary who answered his phone and she had a very keen wicked sense of humor so we would trade quips and insults even though I had never met her, she was wicked funny.

    Then one Friday afternoon I was in the area where his office was located and decided to drop in without calling ahead. As I entered his outer office I recognized her voice when she asked if she could help me and since she was wearing slacks and seemed to be in a good mood, I went around her desk, picked her up and turned her upside down because she was small and cute and yelled through the door to my buddy, “You’re right they all look the same upside down.” She recognized my voice and totally cracked up laughing and we became good friends and she was one of our favorite baby sitters who our kids who were young at the time.

    I am thinking that almost 40 years later that kind of physical humor would not be acceptable and probably land a person in jail with civic law suits instead of laughter and friendship.

  2. First, his “apology” was a non-apology. He said nothing specific about what he did wrong, he referenced all men, not himself, and then went to preach that it’s “not ok”. Bullshit. Based on what we’ve heard about every other (liberal) pervert in the news over the past 50 years, what he did was probably much much worse than what he supposedly apologized for. Otherwise, why quit like he did?

    Second, hoisted by his own petard! Hold the bastards accountable to the same rules they lay down for us. He would have gladly impeached Trump for an off-hand comment made during an interview 20 years ago, so hold him to the same standard. Don’t let him quit – FIRE HIM! And denigrate his entire life’s work. Ruin his history, embarrass his family, destroy his pension, sue and wreck his wealth.

    I hate the current culture just as much as anybody else, but screw that prick and all others like him.

    rant over.

    1. I’m sure he was fired, and that his walk-out was his way of telling the suits, “Fuck Off!”.

  3. Reminds me of that sports announcer saying something like “The QB’s get the prettiest girls!” during that game a few years back when the cameras cut to the QB’s girlfriend in the stands, and the lefties lost their shit becuz “he creeped on her.”

    But it died out pretty quickly when she was asked her response and she said something like “He said that he thinks I’m pretty. That’s a compliment, so to him I say ‘Thank you!'”

    1. Every time I see someone bring up “grab them by the pussy” I remind them of the rest of the sentence. What Trump said was “groupies put out.”

  4. He wasn’t fired for sexual comments. Proof? He’s been perving on women ON AIR for decades.

    He was fired for offending the Bernie Bro Commies by pointing out that most Americans don’t want what they’re selling. The sex stuff was just the cover.

  5. I always liked complimenting ladies’ appearance. Things got to the point at work and such that I’d tell them, “If I was a girl I’d wear a dress like that”. Got some strange looks, but many of them understood it as compliments.

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