The Top 40

The bully gene is activated by the sight of such a girly-man. It's Nature's safety net to either destroy or man-up the males of the species. Darwin knew his shit about natural selection and elimination. This specimen will be eliminated or sent into hiding.

Yes, he does indeed wake up the bully gene in me. I get an intense urge to introduce his head to a toilet whenever I see his picture.

Relax about pajama nerd guys. It's just Barry thumbing his nose again.

Relax about pajama nerd guys. It's just Barry thumbing his nose again.

I have at least five nephews just like pajama boy. The only thing that keeps them safe is their proximity to their fire-breathing feminist mothers or mother-wives.

One time, long ago, in youthful testosterone fueled surge of manliness, one nephew wanted to see how hard he could punch my shoulder. So, I let him have at it. ... Then he asked me to punch him, but not too hard, and I obliged but not too hard. The moment I touched the kid, his mother (my sister) went spittle-flecked ape-shit in my face about my oppressive masculine patriarchy.

At which point, I thought she was going full throttle. Not even ... When she finally took a breath, I calmly looked down across her wildly gesticulating index finger and said in my best John Wayne, "My, my, little woman, you are really messed up in the head." Wow! She went into hyper-drive and screamed for all the tiny she-men in her orbit to attack. (Didn't happen, of course.)

As I have said before in comments on this blog, when men decide to take it all back, we will. Once the government stops pumping money into social programs that seemingly negate the need for the pater familias, the women will return in hordes.

I'm grateful and happy to say that I have three nephews, and one son who are the polar opposites of pajama boy. If trouble ever came to your town, you would thank God that any one of the these men would fight to stand in front, then race out to kick trouble's ass.

"Once the government stops pumping money into social programs that seemingly negate the need for the pater familias, the women will return in hordes." I doubt it, but that is a happy thought. Custom, like a torn nerve, cannot be reattached. Hardly anyone appreciates the damage done boiling the lobster over eighty years. It would take a reboot, and that shape is unimaginable. Not bad, but unimaginable.

Pajamaboy is a product of the matriarchy like most black kids and a large number of whites. He will survive until the government runs out of OPM.

One of my nephews looks (physically) a LOT like pajama boy. However, I'm glad to say that he wouldn't be caught dead wearing those PJs in public, much less on the web, that he doesn't have the smirk, or the arched eyebrows, or the silly glasses, and that he does have a STEM degree from a first-rate school, a decent job with possibilities for advancement, and a beautiful and charming fiancee. Other than all that, he looks just like PB.

When my son was about 4 he had to get a shot or 3. From the doctor's we went to my parents house where he fell asleep on the couch.

Upon waking, the leg that received the shots was stiff and it hurt when he moved it. My mother yelled at my father to get the poor child some Tylenol, and if need be call the doctor.

I walked over to my son and encouraged him to get up and walk a bit as it would remove the stiffness and the pain. He did. The first few steps were painful, but he managed to work it out. A few laps around the living room and he was fine.

My mother on the other hand, was getting her coat on to leave because she couldn't stand to see the way I was "abusing" my poor son and making him suffer. Dad talked her back into the house.

Then she angrily questioned me as to this macho attitude I was forcing on my son.

I couldn't come up with an answer that would have satisfied her then, and unfortunately she's gone so I can't show her Pajama Boy, the thing that she should be glad her grandson did not grow up to be.

In documentaries of tribal cultures you see boys who at puberty are put nto the gentle (and not so gentle) care of uncles and other older men of the tribe to learn to become men. AN incredibly wise tradition that we choose to give up and we put our young men into the hands of (mostly) female teachers and mothers. No wonder we have such poor results.

"In Fifty Years we will all be chicks" Adam Carolla. Look it up.