It’s just your standard contract, no need to sign, you’re just a man. We own you now.

Interesting, I read this week, that a nice judge, ripped up the contracts of the poor victims who became party to the loan sharks of the big city.

But wait, there’s more: … and in the Family Court they were busy shafting fathers and the IRD was out there diligently chasing all those dead beat dads for whom, they invented great sums of money to pay.

But wait, there’s more: … then all the little children, threw their arms in the air, and danced around the Pohutukawa tree … holding up their banner man … and singing …

… We’ve got a Commissioner and a White Ribbon for Christmas …
Yes, aren’t we lucky … we’ve got a Commissioner and a White Ribbon for Christmas …

… and Dr Wills threw open his castle gates, and said, come to me all you little children, yes, I’m your father for Christmas, come and sit at my table, and I will feed you, and make all you never-to-be-lifted-out-of-poverty children, happy little campers.

It’s a lazy and insidious culture, that allows these token men, to demean and insult us in the name of Feminism.