Nighttime after work in Sydney.... Means fox and friends breakfast tv in nyc

 https://youtu.be/ZnbMHkiIGwk

Welcome to Benji's mysogony corner, grab a bean bag, look:

The Times: David Watkins: Why I chose to become a single dad — by surrogacy.

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/david-watkins-why-i-chose-to-become-a-single-dad-by-surrogacy-q7236959

Men, you can now avoid the number one problem in every family by not letting it in the door to begin with, wish I had grown up in a world like that with that kind of family to look forward to, no I'm not joking bro.

But speaking of jokes, me and my coffee guy today figured out the perfect funeral if your unloved wife were to be unexpectedly and accidentally killed by a passing truck:

Put a sign up at a shelter for druggies and alcoholics: free booze up to $50 per person, Donny's liquor store drive thru on Smith avenue, grab a kleenex, follow the Hearse then grab your free drink voucher and find a park bench or phone booth to collapse in drunk.

Hey, they don't call it mysogony corner for nothing. Don't drool on the bean bag if you nod off bro. Come on.

Watching the white house spokesperson Psaki, she's been reminding me for days now of my mom when she was a pretty lady in Spain before australia and her husband and kids ruined her life. It's kind of creepy the visual similarities. I think my mom said she had a lesbian fling briefly in college or high school, again, very similar to Psaki. My mom had same color hair. Very spooky. Anyone can see Psaki going lesbo, she might as well have it stamped to her forehead, I mean her government could be the first to actually mandate that when you think about it. She wouldn't be looking so beautiful and happy and liberated if my old man came along drunk and beating her up, sleeping around behind her back and bashing her son and calling him a homo and dragged her to a country she can't even speak the language until she's all drugged up on anti psychotic meds, just sayin'. Hmmm, I guess it's really modern women that make me feel mysogonistic, not so much my mom. Something to think about. Or not actually. Sometimes it's better to just listen to Neil Diamond, and not think.