Farfeloni of the Blow Hole

Rehyansky, Distilled, Bulleted, and Illustrated
May 3, 2011, 10:18 am
Filed under: Good Girls are Meek And Mild, politics for idiots

I respectfully submit: This man is a tool.

  • Lesbians should be allowed to serve, gay men (hereafter “gays”) should not.
John is a Homosexual, Hereafter referred to as Gay Johnny

Gay Johnny is gay. But not in this man's Army (via)

  • I assert that men by nature are more promiscuous than women. 

There are no promiscuous women. Only sluts and whores.


  • Our instincts were designed by Parent Nature at a time when early humans were not the predators, but the prey

Clearly a lesbian

  • It fell to men to swing through the trees and scour the caves in search of as many women as possible to subdue and impregnate — a tough job but someone had to do it. 
Subdue That Lesbian!

Subdue That Lesbian!

  • How our ancient foremothers (sic) ever managed to establish any choice in the matter is utterly beyond me when one considers that they did not have access to Mace, police whistles, Lady Smith .38s, or domestic violence hotlines

Also clearly a lesbian

  • Lesbians do not face the same pressures as straight women to “put out” for men.  They therefore tend to develop long-term, monogamous, stable, and even permanent relationships.
Lesbians are Different

Because, you know - that's always been ok with us.

  • Most men who are sexually attracted to other men can and do indulge their promiscuous urges with little or no restraint; i.e., it’s “party time” all the time.

Gay Army = Party All The Time

  • Gays spread disease at a rate out of all proportion to their numbers in our population and should be excluded from the military


  • Most gays are not inclined toward military service, but many lesbians are, and it is an open secret that they do well in the calling, especially in medical and administrative specialties. 
At least she's not a secretary

Lesbians make good nurses. Gay men don't.

  • It’s no secret that men are generally much more susceptible to sexual arousal through visual stimuli than are most women. 
True story!

Even when staring at goats...

  • the prohibition against involuntary servitude should prevent unwilling heterosexual men from providing beefcake parades without their informed consent, at least penumbrally.(sic)
americas beefcake heros

You can get your very own beefcake calendar


  • My solution would get the distaff part of our homosexual population off our collective ‘Broke Back,’ thus giving straight male GIs a fair shot at converting lesbians and bringing them into the mainstream. (comment redacted by publisher POST publication)
I shall hereafter refer to the United States Army as the Dolce and Gabbana Force

We shall hereafter refer to the United States Army as the Dolce and Gabbana Force

Joseph A. Rehyansky is a retired idiot who served in the United States Army and the Chattanooga, Tennessee, District Attorney’ Office. He is a contributor to various socially and politically conservative publications..

If you are a glutton for punishment, you can read his whole article, minus the last redacted comment, here: http://dailycaller.com/2010/11/22/dont-hint-dont-wink-an-immodest-proposal/#ixzz1LIj8eMVD 

In Closing:

I propose that we let the converted lesbians convert the gays...


I Am A Loud Woman, And Shushing Me Just Makes It Worse
Good girls are meek and mild.

Be quiet Agnes, you are making a scene.

I fight with my man about three things:  His best friend, when/where/how we are going to play pool, and me being loud and obnoxious in public.

For instance:  Last Tuesday we were (after serious negotiations) at the bar playing pool with his bff, and someone kindly played ‘Sweet Caroline’ three times in 45 minutes.

I objected.  Loudly. And, I would like to add, with comic effect.

The dude shushed me.  Shushed me right the hell up.

Now am I incorrect in thinking that this really is something that should be called out?  Should a thinking, feeling person always  object to Neal Diamond abuse?  Is it wrong to object?  I think not.

O I steeped and stewed.  I smacked balls around randomly.  I intentionally lost games.  In other words, I had a big fat pout.

That is, until our next tussle over who was going to practice and who was staying behind.

The sidewall of that particular incident blew out, with the effect that if I ever get shushed in public again (and it ONLY happens in public) I will immediately advise him of his right to go fuck himself in his dirty hairy goat ass.  I am just not the pouting type.

Now I feel better.