Four Star Vagina

What do two four star generals’, one socialite woman, a woman biographer and a shirtless FBI agent have in common? The Military Industrial Complex.

That’s the cast so far, maybe there are more waiting on server farms.

The rapidly evolving tale of America’s Top spy and Military leader’s scandal has thrown the talk of the fiscal cliff off the headlines with alarming speed. 

And lets faced it; it’s far more interesting than that election nonsense we’ve just gone through.

For the uninitiated I would try explain the unfolding events but I can’t, because I am too stupid to work out all the confusing details, but in a nutshell it’s about men kneeling before the vagina altar. 

Hmm that’s more confusing isn’t, I will try and enlighten.

In a culture where we are petrified of the nipple, the female nipple to be precise, we are in some corridors of conservatism reduced to E Sex. 

Yes electronic digits buzzing across the screen like sperm swimming to the finish line. And boy can it cause trouble.

In this brave new world of Internet indulgence we are not shy to share our junk so to speak. Internet trolls, you know who you are. 

But the power of the vagina is old as dirt and what lengths men go too; to get one is a never ending narrative.

From a marketing point of view they come in all shapes and sizes, young and old (well preferably young) hair and bare, and some out of the box- it doesn’t matter because men are All In.

In military terms who needs nuclear bombs, drones and and aircraft carriers’ when all you need to dismantle the head of snake is a women, or a flotilla of them.

The biggest weapon in anyone’s arsenal is the female sex hence the Taliban’s determination to crush anything that resembles women. But there’s more, a lot more how about a vagina with brains! Crickets!! 

This is the ultimate force du jour and this sends men of all ranks into tail spin of lunacy.

For now we have one resignation and who knows what’s next, however as a historical footnote I seem to remember a chap by the name of Bill Clinton who had maneuvers under desk, on the desk and an additional smoking spy gadget. 

But this didn’t deter Bubba; the only way he was leaving office was through dying of Big Mac poisoning or with a firm guarantee of twelve crystal vagina's upon exit.

Enlightened? Thought so…