I see that the feminist harpies have been out in force recently on campuses throughout the country with their “V-day” booths, their “Stop the Violence” (the traditional patriarchal family being equated with “violence” in their usual dishonest way) posters, their obscene “Vagina Monologues” productions, and their “all men who don’t approve of me being a slut are rapists” marches. Well, you say, why be surprised? That’s what feminists do. Yes, but they make a special point of doing it around Saint Valentine’s Day.
So, sure, Valentine’s Day is mostly a gimick for card and flower salesmen to make money. On the other hand, I have no objection to these honest businessmen making money, and the holiday is named for a Catholic saint and martyr (or, actually, maybe three of them). Above all, marital love is a good and holy thing, and it takes a deep and abiding spitefulness against the normal and natural mass of mankind to deliberately set out to spoil a holiday in this love’s honor. What the hell is wrong with these people? They see lovers exchanging chocolates and their furry green heads turn red. Everything warm and human is hateful to them.