Women rule. And they'll continue to rule forever, and it's been that way from the beginningest beginning.
There's a female presence -- ancient, devious, powerful, spell casting -- with a fort, an outpost, in every speck of you. Yes, ancient and creepy -- hoary comes to mind -- but with a different spelling. Proof: mitochondria. It's time to lay the cards on the table. Time for males-in-jails everywhere to rise up and confront the tyranny of their female ovum-lords. The Jews had it figured. If yer mommy's not a Jew, you're not a Jew. All my mitochrondria, all of them, one or more of them in each cell of my body, are from my mother. And all of hers were from her mother. All of yours from your mother. Every cell in your brain has a "mommy thingy" that don't take no guff from the cell's DNA -- the "barcalounging master of the castle." Dads are drones. What are mitochondria? Here's the tell: mitochondria hold the purse strings of cell metabolism -- they create most of the cell's "money," ATP, which the cells use to "do work." Mitochondria have their own DNA -- nothing from Dad. What mitochondria do is "their business," Dad's genes are as sterile as Levi jeans, and they don't have any say-so when it comes to what happens inside mitochondria. Mitochondria are ancient and everywhere, almost -- very few cells on planet earth are lacking mitochondria. Mitochondria are theorized to once have been bacteria that invaded cells, and the cells made a deal with the devil, surrendered to endosymbiosis, "put up with them" because of the ATP dowry that mitochondria brought to the wedding. With mitochondria the cells could have about 10 times more energy produced/available from the same food sources. What do the mitochondria get out of the deal? That's the question. Whatever a female wants from a male, that's what mitochondria get from the cells. Think about it; get back to me when you're as appalled by this truth as I am. What does the mitochondria get out of the deal? A very long list presents itself -- I mean, what would you charge any business person if you could increase their profits ten-fold? Would you ask for an arm and a leg? Yep. Mitochondria ask for that and more. They get the whole body; every cell of you is on its knees waiting for the next paycheck of ATP molecules. Men of earth -- you're all mommy's boys. Fathers of earth -- you never had any children. Eve had Adam at "A." (TP was the other three legs of the table.) Hey, it's Maharishi's lecture on Aaaah again! Given how subtle the workings of nature are, given how information dense DNA can be, given how there's no such thing as a free lunch, given how the tune of the piper is a paid performance, the stealth mama's pig in a poke may be having its marching orders muffled by the mitochondrion's outer membrane, but the cell hears them very well. "Do what mommy says, or die." I think every woman on earth resonates with endosymbiosis. The motto: "Have male(s) build home/nest/cell, enter home, arrange the furniture any way I want." All the new age talk about alien implants. Well, news flash, it happened 200,000 years ago when Ms Mitochondria, Eve the Implant, moved in. Since then, every human being has had a copy of her "independent brain" in every cell. Hers!!! Not your Dad's, hers, hardly changed at all by evolution, hers handed to your mom's mom's mom's mom's etc. and down the line until your mom injected her mom into every bit of you. Why did Bush invade Iraq? He's not telling. Same deal when Eve held a shotgun to a male brain and said, "Wanna get married?" Pandora's box is a corruption of this concept. In actuality, males opened their "boxes" and let Pandora and all HER STUFF INSIDE! Freud is spinning in his grave. What are these femmys up to? I don't trust them. Talk about an invasion of privacy. I feel icky, creepified, grossed out. I'm now know what Ellen Ripley felt like at the end of the film Alien 3. I've got cooties, my "cell"phone calls are being spied upon by Eve "the Stith" Cheney-Vadar. Big Momma will never leave the building. All mitochondria are shes and hers and mams and mums. She agendas, her orders, mam's wants, mum's needs. I think I'm going to cough out a swear word......... She, she, she, she. Sheesh! Edg
