Buffalo Shit Day

We all know this day is a time-slot specially dedicated in Western civilization to a certain ritual expressions of spontaneous sentimentality and all that shit. This may sound like a burdensome oxymoron translated into real-life terms, but I can assure you it is much, much more than that. It is, in fact, a day when the male of our species is expected to be pussy whipped unto the female by means of certain ritual sacrifices upon the altar of Mammon in the name of Eros, or Cupid, or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

This special day is known as ..... (I can't even bring myself to spell it here), in honor of no less than three Christian saints by the name of Valentinius, a very gay name even at the time and still is today and who reputedly suffered martyrdom in the days of the late Roman Empire. One of these man, it seems, got his head chopped off by order of the Emperor Claudius II Gothicus in 280 A.D., reportedly because he would not renounce the name of Christ. Of the other two stupid men, little is known other than they died very gruesome death. Good riddance, I must say. If it weren't for these bastards I won't be wasting my time writing this one.

You know this day is approaching when you notice the spike in retail merchandising campaigns built around the theme of "buy things for HER."And why, you ask? Because it seems, you can't wait to see the sparkle of joy in her eyes!!! Because it is expected of you to make such observances. Because you might not be getting some if you fail. Or worse, she'll probably start comparing your limp dick with her ex-ses.

Go to any jewelry stores and they try to buffalo you into buying expensive rocks, playing upon your misgivings that if you fail to buy such rocks, you'll no longer be permitted to get your rocks off. Yeah, that's right. They all transmit these subliminal messages. What about those package dinner at all these posh restaurants? Yep, they call them package dinner now. Bullshit!!! And have you notice how they fucking rip you off on those stupid roses???!!! One fine young thing approached me last night at the bar and shoved a whole bouquet of roses at my face. I asked how much and she said 'RM450.00. Only'. I could almost feel my knees weakening and the remnants of what was lunch shoving itself upwards to my mouth. I told her to get a nice fuck. In a nice way.

Now they even call it V-Day. The 'V' in V-Day is said to stand for "violence", as in male violence. Or in plain English, V-Day was instituted as part of the woman kind ongoing campaign to destroy normal sexual relations by sowing the seeds of suspicion and hostility between men and women and to dramatically raise retail prices. This day is a female supremacist institution through and through. Its innocence is long dead and it died with the passing of the middle ages and Woodstock.

And to conclude, given that this V-Day or the traditional day in itself harbor anything of value to any self-respecting male citizen, why don't we just pitch the whole mess in the river with no regrets? I propose that we hereinafter refer to this day as V.D. I think it is certainly "venereal" in the broad sense of the term. Furthermore, much about it may be fittingly characterized as "diseased". Therefore, it is a venereal disease!!! Sounds about right to me.

So my fellow men and brathas of all persuasions, let us take example from the Emperor Claudius II Gothicus, and sign the order for the axe to swing.

In the meantime, I will be home tonight watching some Japanese porn and beating my dick till its blue.