Men Without Balls

Sweet baby Jesus in the manger, what is wrong with men these days? It’s as if we have collectively decided to chuck away any remaining shred of our dignity.

First, metrosexuality chipped away at our hairy manliness, with its manscaping and crappy girly cocktails. That was bad enough. Next, we’ve had to live through the heroin-skinny Brooklyn hipsters with ironic hats.

Now ‘Puter learns from ABC News that 25% of British men travel with stuffed animals. Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a Bicycle, what is wrong with you all? It’s as if you’ve given up, and decide to swap your meat-and-two-veg for a man-gina.

The nation that gave us the British Empire, Winston Churchill and Margaret Thatcher now foists on the world a cohort of hairless, stuffed-animal-hugging man-babies.

How the mighty have fallen.

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About 'Puter

Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this. ’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies. The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig. His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred. He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently. Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet. 'Puter suggests the Czar suck it.