Gut Rumbles

September 08, 2004

a set of balls

You can call me a redneck and a Cracker all you want, but I respect people with a set of balls. I don't mean some strutting rooster with macho oozing like pine sap from every pore, thinking that he's a stud-muffin and every woman's dream. I'm talking about people with courage, dignity and self-reliance. I'm talking about the people who REALLY make this country work.

Hell, I've come to know some wimmen with balls and I respect them, too. And I also realize that acting ballsy is more of a challenge for a woman than it is for a man. Why is that true?

Forget the balls thing. A lot of men don't have them anymore, having been gelded by modern society. But certain virtues endure no matter how hard narrow-minded people try to squelch them. Stand up straight. Walk tall. Be proud of yourself because you EARNED that pride. Don't take any shit from the whine-babies of the world.

It's not impossible to do. It just takes a set of balls.


Thanks, darling...I think.

I'll probably get married again when I have a face-to-face encounter (no pun entended) with a gentleman whose "balls" are bigger than my alleged set.

I was raised by some *very* manly men, (step-father and uncle), so I have a high standard. Believe me, such men are difficult to run across these days. Especially in SoCal.

Posted by: Juliette on September 8, 2004 02:09 AM

That sounds like a challenge, Juliette.

Posted by: wes jackson on September 8, 2004 03:37 AM


Posted by: Juliette on September 8, 2004 02:11 PM

I wish I was one of those Wimmen with Balls... *sigh*

I'm just a nice little old lady blogger with a really crappy attitude.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on September 8, 2004 06:41 PM
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