Pantybunching...

Regarding all this Sturm und Drang over boys-only basketball and golfing at the White House;

a) So what?
b) Joy Behar needs to get laid; Perhaps there's a dude desperate enough for a green card out there with her name on his privates?
c) The more basketball and golf Obama plays, the less damage he can do to the country. The more basketball and golf he plays, the less time he spends taking his wife out on 'date nights' to Bali at taxpayer expense. The more time Obama spends playing golf and basketball, the less he's on TV, which means far more real information on the so-called news channels.

But the argument is that all the real power brokering in Washington happens on the greens, and that by excluding women, Obama -- another feminist in the Clintonian mode, only without the alleged serial-rapist reputation -- is failing in his duty as, first, the President for All Americans, and second, his duty as a good little lefty, to put the concerns of America's harried and slavishly-oppressed female citizenship front-and-center (get a napkin and clean up after you finish laughing at that last part).

Personally, I don't care who he plays basketball with (it's a game for pansies, anyways), and I care even less about his golf game (a game for even bigger, but somewhat richer and fatter pansies). The idea that the key to power is to ingratiate yourself to the boss on the links is laughable; everyone knows all the best business deals go down in elevators and the Men's Room (no pun intended on the 'go down' part). That simply must be true, because for 20 years during my Wall Street career, I was continually reminded that one never talks business in elevators and Men's Rooms. It was second on the list of Unwritten Rules -- right after "don't let your wife find out about Cindy from the steno pool."

Quite frankly, considering it's Obama, I rather doubt anything of importance -- or even sanity -- is being discussed anywhere, let alone on the golf course. So I rather doubt anyone is being excluded from anything that actually means something.

So, for all you lefty ladies who may find themselves complaining about the re-emergence of the Old Boy's Network, I have to say the following:

a) It can't be an Old Boy's Network, because according to leftist ideology, Black Men aren't allowed into that supposedly-exclusive membership. When you can explain why this once-axiomatic belief is no longer operative without resorting to the words 'feelings', 'cultural' and 'sexism', you might convince me that it's true.

b) Get the fuck off your menstrual cycle and stop whining. Whiners never accomplish anything of lasting value. We only placate you long enough to shut you up, anyway, you know.

c) Bet you wished you voted for Hillary right now? How's all that Hopenchange working out for you?

d) I can just see all those chicks in Afghanistan now, complaining about how they can't get access to Hamid Karzai -- because you can't play golf when you're wrapped in burlap and legally-beaten seven times a day by a husband you share with three other women, and a flock of goats. A little perspective is in order, ladies.

Update: The American Spectator has more on this... and on Maureen Dowd's menstrual howling.