Monthly Archives: June 2006

25 Things We Like About Women – From WTF.com


Since Cosmopolitan Magazine can do articles like “25 things your Man should do” we decided to return the favour. Some of them are mutually exclusive and some are either contradictory or just plain silly. We don’t care. We’ re going to catch shit from all directions on this, but we have no fear, so here we go:  

25 Things We like about Women:  

1: Curves. Kate Moss would be a terrible boink. If I wanted a bruised pelvis, I’d hump a garden shed. Women were designed to have a little extra padding. Nature said so. Don’t starve yourself to look like a twelve-year-old boy: Women are supposed to have curves.

2: Brains. Most women outrank men in this department anyway, but so few of them show it. Ladies, don’t be afraid to speak up when your man is trying to see into the gas tank with a lighter. We rely on you to keep us from being really, really stupid.

3: Class. There is nothing as wonderful as a woman in The Perfect Little Black Dress gliding down a flight of stairs. Hair done, makeup, tiny little purse and she wants to go out with YOU.

4: No Class. There is nothing as wonderful as a woman with a mouth on her like a trucker with Tourette’s Syndrome who could cuss the paint off your car at forty paces and she dares you to go out with HER.

5: Singing. The contented sound of a woman, humming or singing to herself while she works. Even if she couldn’t carry a tune in a box with a string handle, a woman idly singing for her own pleasure is a joy.

6: Strength. We don’t mean the ability to bench press 300 lbs., although that’s fine. We mean the ability to grab ahold of an ugly job and just plain do it. Moving 10 cubic yards of topsoil around with you in the yard, or taking the base of the ladder while you climb up to fix the burnt out light bulb in the foyer. The pale, frond-like beauty of Victorian times has no place in the year 2000.

7: Sparkle. This is so hard to define, but here we go. If your friends are envious of you because your significant other is just so damn much fun to be around, then she’s got sparkle.

8: Balls. Not in the literal sense, as that could be a bit off-putting. But if she takes no crap from anyone. An example: Her car breaks down and the mechanic tries to talk her into a complete overhaul of everything except the cigarette lighter and the antenna. If she says: “Oh, OK, whatever you say, Mister Mechanic.” she ain’t got balls.

Watch how she complains to a government department, or a counter person. If the phrase “I’ll cut off your head and shit down your neck.” comes out of her mouth, she’s got a big set and they rumble when she walks.

9: Demureness. If she blushes when you compliment her on how nice she looks (see #3) then she’s got the right amount of demureness. This is good. Making a woman blush is the first stage to winning her heart.

10: Cleavage. Be it bosomy cleavage in that blouse that is cut just right, wearing the lucky bra that hold Thelma and Louise just so, or at the top of the crack of her ass when she wears that bathing suit, cleavage is old fashioned and wonderfully erotic.

11: Common Sense. “Hon, if you have a snake tattoo on your face and more piercings that a voodoo doll, you are kinda restricting your career options, aren’t you?”

12: No Sense At All. “Let’s go skinny dipping in the neighbour’s pool at 3 am!”

13: Romantic. If she buys YOU flowers, or gives YOU an engagement ring.

14: Forgiveness. You come home at 3 a.m. from a buddy’s going away party, smelling like a brewery and have a stripper’s g-string around your neck, she simply asks if you had a good time with no heat or sense of “I’m going to kill you.” If you do this more than once a year, you should see the second paragraph of #8. Expect your life to be threatened. And you will deserve it.

15: Waxing/Shaving. Women should not have more pit hair than their man. Same goes for legs and upper lips. And Ladies, please do some weeding and pruning of your Secret Garden. A well-trimmed plot is a delight and occasionally going bald south of the equator is a saucy surprise. Going to the dentist for a shave is not enjoyable, nor is that “aaaaccccccck” sound we make when we cough up a hairball.

16: Smell. Women smell nice. There is something indefinably intoxicating about that soft tang of a woman’s natural scent on a hot day. We can’t explain it. To quote Garrison Keillor: “There’s nothing like the smell of a hot woman when some of the sweat on her, is yours.”

17: Perfume. Find a perfume that you like, use it sparingly and strategically. Drenching yourself with Eau Du Civet just makes you smell like the perfume counter at Woolworth’s, or that stripper from #14.

18: Passion. Believe in something. It doesn’t have to be the same things that your man believes in. In fact, you get some good vibrant discussions going with your man by taking a contrary view and backing it up with sense, logic and a passion about the subject.

19: Horniness. Once in a while whisper something really lewd in his ear when you drive home from a party. Ask him to drive to Lover’s Lane RIGHT NOW so you can make out like minks in heat across the hood of the car. A quick, spontaneous knee-trembler is fun for all concerned.

20: Self-Esteem. To quote Roy Blount Jr., “This is what I got, I can shake it, I can bake it. If you don’t like lookin’ at it, who asked you?” If you whine about your lack to this, or too big that, it just makes you look weak.

21: Humour. No, ladies, you don’t have to like The Three Stooges (most women don’t anyway) but if you can tell a joke, or laugh at one your man has told before, then you get points.

22: Snuggling. Men will never admit it, but most of us do like to snuggle. Be it spoon-style or butt to butt. Doesn’t matter how, just the close physical connectedness of being near is comforting.

23: Affection. So many people don’t show affection toward each other. A gentle caress, or a squeeze of the hand means a lot. Most men could be tortured for weeks by the Iraqi Secret Police and would never confess, but we will. Knowing you are on our side means the world to us.

24: Trashiness. If you go to a costume party with your man, dress up as Sister Roxanne, the Slutty Nun, who smokes, drinks and carries on like a whore in a habit. That’s fun trashiness. So are five-inch Fuck Me Pumps once in a while, or those stockings with the seam up the back and no panties.

25: Understanding. The Battle of the Sexes is over. Women won a long time ago, but the rules keep changing. Men try and keep up as best we can. We’ re not perfect and we occasionally forget the difference between the G, H, I, and J spots. Let us know and let us make up for it in our own way.

Flame mail can be sent to robanddave@whatthefuck.com. If you are deeply offended, you can go and take a Valium, fire up the Prozac Plug in Air Freshener, or march against us Sexist Bastards. It won’t change our minds. We’re standing by our list of 25 Things We Like About Women.

Enjoy the ride.

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David’s Space


Since I’ve been doing RoadDave for years, even before blogs existed, I figured, why not make it a legit blog.  Who knows, maybe some day, some pathetic individual will read this written waste product and find it funny, laugh their pants off and tell two friends. 

Then the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon come into play.  I’ll load in some of the older RoadDave material as we go, if only to see if anyone in the ‘public’ actually gives a flatlined beep about it.

Somalia and the World Cup


Up until last week, Somalia was a feudal warlord failed experiment in humanitarian aid and military intervention.  Warlords owned areas described in square meters, rather than provinces or counties.  Loyalties changed faster than Depends at the Incontinence Clinic.  What was left of the citizens, even back in the 90’s stripped every last piece of the infrastructure for sale on the black market for things like food, water or protection from other warlords,  Even the UN said “screw it, we’re gone.”  Go read “Black Hawk Down” by Marc Bowen to get a tiny corner of the story.  Not the movie, find the book.

You reach a point where all you have is a handful of broken bricks and there is nothing left to eat, drink, sell, steal, barter, or fight over, except sand, dust and graves.  Somalis had finally fallen far enough that even the prospect of hard core Islamic Fundamentalism seemed better than the status quo. 

 I don’t think it is the best choice, but at least it is a choice.  However, those who run the Joint Islamic Courts in Mogadishu have made a terrible mistake.  The Joint Islamic Courts are the quasi-judicial, flying squads who roam around beating up those who are not wearing veils correctly, drinking alcohol, or not carrying the Koran with the right degree of dignity.

The JIC’s mistake is to shut down any theatre or café that is showing the World Cup broadcasts, as it is against the will of God.  The rationale is that there are unveiled woman visible and there are ads for booze, beer and material goods that are not acceptable to the Islamic Courts, therefore Somalis might be tempted to turn the clock forward to at least 1964, from the eleventh century.

For those who don’t know, soccer, as we call it, or football as the rest of the world calls it, is insanely popular.  Every four years, the other ninety percent of the planet outside North America goes wild with the World Cup for a month.  Imagine the Super Bowl, Grey Cup, Stanley Cup, World Series, Indy 500, Daytona 500 Giller Prize and the Scripps-Howard Spelling Bee, all rolled into one month long celebration culminating in one final game. 

The equipment, at most, consists of a pair of shorts, a shirt, a pair of shoes and socks, a jock strap and a ball.  Which also explains why football is popular in every country from the first world to the fifth world.  Any two kids can play it as long as they have something to kick around that isn’t a large rock and enough space to do it between crops, water buffalo or land mines.

Fans, worldwide, get rabies shots at World Cup time.  Works stops.  Neighbours pool what little money they have to obtain, ideally, a satellite dish and a TV, or they share winding duties on a hand-cranked radio to get some kind of, any kind of coverage of World Cup games. 

So Somalia, at long last pulling itself up by its merest remaining fingernail out of more than a decade of utter devastation and hideous violence, is having its very last pleasure, the World Cup, taken away by the narrow-minded doctrinaire Islamic Police. 

I’m fairly certain that Allah/God/Jehovah/Yaweh likes a good bit of recreational sport.  I have it on reliable account that the Supreme Being would even place the occasional wager, if he/she/it could find a bookie dumb enough to take the spread from the All Seeing-All Knowing-Creator of All Things.  An Italy-Brazil final.  Brazil by one.  You heard it here first, right from God to RoadDave.  And a red card to the Joint Islamic Court in Mogadishu. 

Satan’s Day, Gay Marriage, Canadian Terrorists


It’s a three-fer today.  Three subjects, no waiting…

Today is the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of the 2000 series.  I suppose with a bit of manipulation you can label it Satan’s Day, as the day contracts as 6-6-6, or the Sign of the Beast from the Book of Revelations in the Bible.

This means the World Will Come To An End.  Or Not.  It depends on how much stock you put in the Book of Revelations.  So light a black candle and slaughter a goat in celebration of the Prince of Darkness, if that is your particular brand of theology.

For the rest of us, we get to watch two interesting bits of theatre play out for our entertainment.  The first is Dubya.  The war is going badly, some Marines quite possibly going off and murdering a bunch of people near Haditha in Iraq is not a good story to have out.  Bush’s buddy Ken Lay getting years in the crowbar hotel.  Scooter Libby pointing at Cheney. 

White folks wanting to ship all the Mexicans back to Mexico, unless they’re actually cutting the lawn at the Golf Club. 

The rich getting insanely richer and now the middle class is taking it in the ear.  People are waking up in the US and realizing the immigration and border system is irredeemably pooched, jobs being relocated, debt increasing and real income in the toilet.  Plus, the most recent polls put Bush’s popularity on par with a bowl of mealworms in your sock drawer.

Dubya needs a distraction to keep the citizens from marching on Washington.  When in doubt, wrap yourself in the flag, or bash fags.  Well, wrapping yourself in the flag right isn’t the best idea.  Americans remember the “Mission Accomplished” banner of a few years back.  That leaves fags.

The Dubya Brain Trust decided to put on a distraction by sending a Bill down to the Senate making same-sex marriage illegal, regardless of what various states have to say about marriage.  The sad truth is the tactic worked.  Various Senators, pundits and media bottom feeders have lined up for a supersize serving. 

The usual suspects are up on their back legs about same-sex couples getting hitched.  There has been no mention of various Mormons committing polygamy, as that is a “private matter” and “faith-based” and the government doesn’t get involved in religion.  Unless it is a different religion from White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, which means they can crap all over it.

But fags and dykes?  Hell yeah, open season baby!  My attitudes have been consistent for years.  Heterosexuals have screwed up marriage for hundreds of generations.  Why not give homosexuals a run at it?  As long as the parties involved are of the age of majority, both consent and no animals are involved, I have no issues with it.

 However, the media likes a good distraction and they’ve bought it as this week’s talking point to keep us amused and confused.

The second fun-show is closer to home.  I live in Toronto and I can see the CN Tower from my apartment.

Seventeen people have been arrested in the Toronto area, suspected of being terrorists.  The RCMP, local cops and the Canadian Security and Intelligence Service (Our domestic and foreign CIA, called CSIS, or SpiesCanada) busted the group buying three tons of ammonium nitrate fertilizer to bake up a bunch of home-made Timmy McVeigh bombs.  The story is the group wanted to blow up the CN Tower, the Toronto Stock Exchange and the Peace Tower in Ottawa. 

There is no word if the suspects had planned to use Ryder Truck Rental or U-Haul as their transport of choice.  My personal preference is still for Ryder, as Timmy McVeigh used Ryder and so did the nutbars who did the first World Trade Center bombing in 1993.  (“Ryder, we’ll rent to anybody with a grudge!”) 

I don’t doubt that the folks involved are quite possibly bad guys.  At least on the face of it, radicalized fundamentalist religious people, determined to blow stuff up to make a point or three, is a concept that we all understand regardless of race, upbringing or religion. 

Here’s the difficult side:  The cops have not disclosed, except to their media buddies, the evidence.  It seems that there was a sting operation involved.  Urban apartment dwellers don’t normally need three tons of agricultural fertilizer to feed a window box planter of green peppers and petunias.  Three tons takes up, roughly, the size of your livingroom, piled floor to ceiling, wall to wall. 

The defense lawyers were not allowed to meet their clients until a few minutes ago, more or less as the accused were being marched into court to be charged.  Of course, the defense lawyers have not been allowed to see any of the evidence, except that which was printed in the newspapers.  The cops did manage to brief the Mayor and the Prime Minister, over the past few months, who both said “They’re toast, fry’em”

Now you and I both know that cops never, ever go after people because of their skin colour or religious background.  You and I both know that cops never entrap people or encourage them to do bad things.  You and I know that CSIS would never gather a wad of shaky semi-facts and then slap “Secret” all over it to prevent the defense from actually questioning the veracity of the source or evidence.  And, you and I know that our cops would never, ever, act as judge, jury and jailer on the same day, even with excellent media coverage readily available and widely reported.

I am going to keep my counsel until I can read or see some of the evidence.  If the accused were planning on doing bad things and the evidence supports this in open court, then I’ll be the first to offer to drive the guilty to prison, strapped to the hood of my car.  I’ll gladly beat them with an axe handle the whole way to Kingston Penitentiary and stop from time to time to let others take a whack at them, $3 a go, proceeds to charity.

But if the evidence is only from a sting operation with a security operative encouraging the group to do bad things, or leading them to someone who was a real nutbar, then I’m going to be upset.  That crosses the line and brings up an unholy stench.

If they are guilty, then they are Canadian home-grown cement-heads, just like McVeigh was an American home-grown cement-head.  It has nothing to do with our immigration or security profile, just like McVeigh was under the radar in the US, or the July 2005 subway bombers in the UK were under the radar.  And they’re not Saudis on bogus student and visitor visas looking for flight training.  Sorry to bring that one up. 

Followup to Canadian Terrorists


Of the seventeen Canadian terrorist suspects, five are Young Offenders, meaning, in legalspeak, under 18 and can’t be identified by the media.  What has come out, is that of the adults, Qayyum Abdul Jamal was, to be charitable, an extremist.

Another of the suspects, Steven Chand, or, as he wants to be known, Abdul Shakur, is the one quoted as being quite happy to storm the Parliament buildings, take the politicians hostage and behead the Prime Minister, if Canada didn’t pull out of Afghanistan immediately.  There were the usual other demands too: Play nice, say bad things about Israel, and everyone in Canada must convert to Islam by Thursday afternoon.

There were allegations that the group wanted to blow up the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation HQ in Toronto and the CN Tower.  Steven Chand’s lawyer said the charges against his client were “very serious”.  Oh?  No kidding.  I’m not a fan of most politicians, but I think voting them out of office is sufficient.  The CBC, I like and the CN Tower isn’t good or bad; it is simply tall.  I think we can agree the aims of the suspects are extreme and seriously out of kilter.

Other things have been whispered.  First of all, most of the suspects are young, as in late teens, early twenties.  They seemed to be enthralled with the concept of radical fundamentalist Islam as posited by Al Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden.  The interviews with the friends of the younger suspects have said that the guys were normal, Canadian boys, who suddenly went off the rails when they started taking instruction from Qayyum Abdul Jamal at the Ar-Rahman Islamic Centre, a storefront mosque, in Mississauga.

The Toronto Star had a very sensible article in today’s edition.  Some of the evidence presented by the police has included five pairs of camouflage boots that the suspects used, along with a cell phone, a voltmeter, some batteries, a door with paintball marks on it, a set of hotdog tongs, a computer and one lone 9mm handgun.  This was the evidence of the ‘terrorist training camp’ north of Toronto.  To précis the article, it sounds like a bunch of young men went into the woods to play soldiers and be jerks, as young men tend to be from time to time. 

It is also alleged that several in the community knew the suspects were under surveillance and quite possibly that the suspects themselves knew they were under surveillance.  This also makes them incredibly stupid terrorists in training, as well as jerks.

I am vitally concerned about a backlash that will hurt everyone.  Several local Imams have roundly condemned the actions of these people.  They have tried to explain that Islam does not condone, or support, or encourage this kind of fundamentalist violence. 

Much like fundamentalist Zionists, or fundamentalist Christians, fundamentalist Islamists can come up with strange stuff in the name of religion.  Examples:  Shooting Palestinians as invaders of the Promised Land, killing abortion doctors because the Bible said so, or flying planes into the World Trade Centre.  Any fundamentalist group can find justification for any kind of violence in their respective holy books.  Intolerance is a hallmark of fundamentalism and it isn’t the way God meant us to act. 

I am also vitally concerned that some extraordinarily stupid white people are going to go off the deep end.  Some already have, breaking the windows of a local mosque.  I’m sorry for that.  Just as not all Muslims are terrorists, not all White folks are narrow-minded racists.  Like every other group, white people have our share of people with shit for brains.

I’m not going to make any apologies for these suspects, nor condemn them just yet, as the whole story is not out.  It will take time to work through the court system, as it should. 

But I am going to ask two hard questions:  Why did seemingly ‘normal’ Canadian young men think that this behavior is acceptable?  Why did they feel so disassociated from mainstream Canadian society that they felt more sense of belonging with a religious extremist group that could best be described as nuts?

Answer those questions and you have the answer to home-grown terrorists.  Then, we, meaning all Canadians of all colours and heritages, have to fix it, together.