The Sins of the Daughters of Zion
My people—children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. (Isaiah 3:12)
"I think putting a wife to work is a very dangerous thing."
"Women in military: bad idea."
“That’s why there are some unintended consequences of the women’s liberation movement. In fact, the women that would lead this country would be pro-family, they would have husbands, they would love their children. They wouldn’t be a bunch of dykes that came from the Seven Sisters schools up in New England."
"For years we have gotten the message from the popular mouthpieces of culture that you can have it all: career, kids, and a two-car garage."
"I fear my wife more than I fear voters."
“I would never buy my wife any decent jewels or pictures. Why give her negotiable assets?”
"And then there is the calculating woman who refuses to sign the prenuptial agreement because she is expecting to take advantage of the poor, unsuspecting sucker she’s got in her grasp."
"You could see there was blood coming out of her eyes. Blood coming out of her wherever."
Because the daughters of Zion are haughty and walk with outstretched necks, glancing wantonly with their eyes, mincing along as they go, tinkling with their feet; the Lord will afflict with scabs the heads of the daughters of Zion, and the Lord will lay bare their secret parts. (3:16-17)
"It doesn't really matter as long as you've got a young and beautiful piece of ass."
"I’m going to get the bathing suits to be smaller and the heels to be higher."
"You could have gotten her, right? You could have nailed her?" "I think I could have."
"All of the women flirted with me - consciously or unconsciously."
"When women see me, they’ll walk up, and they’ll flip their top, and they’ll flip their panties.”
“If she weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her.”
“It must be a pretty picture. You dropping to your knee."
"You'd fuck her, wouldn't you? I'd fuck her. C'mon, wouldn't you?"
"And when you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Whatever you want. Grab them by the pussy."
In that day the Lord will take away the finery of the anklets, the headbands, and the crescents; the pendants, the bracelets, and the scarfs; the headdresses, the armlets, the sashes, the perfume boxes, and the amulets; the signet rings and nose rings; the festal robes, the mantles, the cloaks, and the handbags; the garments of gauze, the linen garments, the turbans, and the veils. Instead of perfume, there will be a stench; and instead of a sash, a rope; and instead of well-set hair, baldness; and instead of a rich robe, a binding of sackcloth; instead of beauty, shame. (3:18-24)
“I really understand beauty. I mean I own a lot of different things. I do understand beauty, and she's not."
"Look at her - she's a slob. She's a very unattractive person both inside and out."
"This is the face of a dog!"
"Sadly, she's no longer a 10."
"She's a fat pig, with a fat ugly face."
"I call her Miss Piggy - she's an eating machine."
"Look at that face. Would anyone vote for that?"
"She doesn't have the look. She doesn't have the stamina."
"And when she walked in front of me, believe me, I wasn't impressed."
Seven women shall take hold of one man in that day, saying, “We will eat our own bread and wear our own clothes; just let us be called by your name; take away our disgrace.” (4:1)
"And they expect us to believe that her ingenuity and courage were enough to carry her to military success on an equal basis with her cloddish cohort."
"I fully understand why her husband left her for a man - he made a good decision."
"If she can't satisfy her husband, what makes her think she can satisfy America?"
"There has to be some form of punishment."
"I'm going to ram it down her fucking throat."
"You have to treat 'em like shit."
Whoever is left in Zion and remains in Jerusalem will be called holy [...] once the Lord has washed away the filth of the daughters of Zion and cleansed the bloodstains of Jerusalem from its midst by a spirit of judgment and by a spirit of burning. (4:3-4)
"Did I say that? Excuse me."
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