Tag: #prohibition

Mothers of Men

2019-10-25

The Droning Voice admits right up front that, when she discovered this little gem in a friend’s collection of books belonging to her grandmother, she had NO idea what it was about, and was absolutely gob-smacked by the one statement her eyes glanced upon:

“Women are different than men.”

Not reading any further, The Droning Voice wheedled her friend into allowing her a chance to drone the contents of the small book into the ether for posterity and eternity.

She was, uhm, surprised.

This little essay in book form is about “Woman-Sufferage”.  It is certainly a historical document, showing where at least some people’s heads were at, certainly the author’s.  He was clearly a fan of the movement, sincerely believing that the purity of women would only be good for our government, and, by extension, our very nation.  The Droning Voice gathered that, according to the author, if women were given the right-to-vote, then, being the pure and godly creatures that all women are, they would help pass prohibition.   Clearly the author had not spent much time in the company of Reality TV stars, pole dancers, and those-identifying-as-female politicians.  Ah, the bliss of ignorance.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

A caveat: the first few sentences of this essay are guaranteed to raise the ire of ardent feminists.  You have been warned.

Pleasant dreams!

Here is a sample of Mothers of Men:

 

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Black Rock

2019-08-08

This must have been quite the gripping page-turner back in the early 1900s. It has miners! Lumberjacks! The Canadian Rockies! A fervent minister of the cloth! A beautiful young widow! And the obligatory saloon!!

Compared to today’s “guy type” fiction (The Droning Voice really doesn’t know what else to call it), the body count is fairly low, and without graphic descriptions of how those particular bodies were dispatched. There IS a lot of angst about the saloon, and its wicked proprietor, who clearly forces those working men to drink and drink and DRINK, until all the money they were to have sent home to their poor mothers, wives, and children is all gone. The minister and the lovely, no, angelic widow join forces to combat the evils of liquor and the loathsome men who peddle it.

Trust The Droning Voice, though, that is ALL the minister and beautiful young widow join. There are no untoward glances, steamy or otherwise. There is one pure and tender kiss (no tongues), sealing a pure and tender love. Period. So don’t be waiting for any filthy sort of word-porn in this book. Yes, any parent would feel safe having their child lulled to sleep by this book, unless said parent is terrified by any mention of things (ahem) “Christian.”

This being a tale of miners and lumberjacks and, uhm, whiskey, there is a certain amount of brawling, though it is covered quite discreetly. There is really nothing to get you pulse quickening too much, though The Droning Voice did suffer a hot flash during the reading of one of the scenes.

Now get comfortable and be thankful for central heat and air. Turn your fan on, or pull up your blankets, and drift off to sleep with a vapid piece of historical literature.

Pleasant dreams!

Here is a sample of Black Rock:

 

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