WOMEN

I sit today pondering the age-old question of what this strange power women have over men? We will lie, steal, and even kill for them. It can’t be merely their ascetic beauty or appeal. A rose is beautiful, but I doubt many men would bludgeon to death an adversary for its sweet aroma. They whisper nefarious, evil plots in our eager ears; conspiracies, and rumors. They cause us to be fools, and to even take up arms against our own brothers. Why? Are we simply the weaker species, dominated by their wisdom and wicked spell-like grasp over us? Perhaps, when all mankind is destroyed, and the planet is purely a "female" world, these questions may be answered. But as men, we will never know.