This is some funny STUFF!

Blonde Joke for the CENTURY!

Happy New Year!

Here's to you all getting everything that hope for in the new year...as long as it includes in some way either guns, chicks, chicks with guns, cars, chicks with cars, or possibly chicks with cars that have guns mounted to them that when they shoot they shoot chicks at you.
/first person to name not-so-obscure reference gets a free shot, which I will drink for you.

Anti-Castratti Indeed.....

Women.

Can't live with 'em, can't sell 'em to the highest bidder. Well, you can if you are islamic and in the middle east apparently, but we are Americans, and folks around here frown on selling off mouthy women.

So we've all known THAT girl. You know the really hot girl, that's sweet and talks to you. The one that goes out with the a**hole that treats her like crap and causes her to call you at 3 A.M. to cry on your shoulder.

Yeah, THAT girl.

Anyway, around here you won't hear us whining about that girl.

Because around here we are the guys that make that girl call your whiny ass at 3 A.M.

Around here we ARE the man. IF you are that guy that gets calls from those girls at 3 A.M. keep checking back. We'll teach you how to actually BE a man, and not some crybaby "friend" that gets calls at 3 A.M. from drunk girls that won't sleep with you.

Man Up, boy, and quit being a doorstop and start being a bootycall.

Neanderthals Were The First Feminists.

From time to time, my quasi-scientific mind runs across something that just amuses the hell out of me. Case in point:

In a recent article in the journal Current Anthropology, it is proposed that Neanderthals were feminists. You see, apparently they had evolved way beyond what we homo-sapiens have. Women had faught and struggled their way to "equality" and did the grunt work right along side the men. It was stated that there was virtually no division in labor between the sexes, right up until our primitive ancestors ran them out with our even more primitive machismo.

I can personally come up with a few explanations for this scenario.

1: Have you ever seen a Neanderthal woman? For crying out loud, what's the incentive to leave that at home to have to actually come back to at some point. May as well bring the old bag with you to make herself useful.

Compare that to Homo Sapien women...like mine:


See my point?

I must, however question the premise that the Neanderthall version of our own Hillary Clinton ("It Takes a Village"?) was too manly for the species own good. I propose that the verility of our men made neander-woman's grotesquely large loins quiver, and the beauty of our women made neander-man re-think his domestic situation altogether.
After the femineanderthal women saw the heavily browed eyes popping out of his head, she stopped the breeding process altogether. This was easy, as he was too busy trying to tell the difference between neander-man and neander-woman as they had become so similar over time.

Yes, Neanderthal men would do well in this day and age...imagine trying to be a metro-boy without the benifit of tea-tree lotions and eyebrow tweezers.

So, my coiffed and primped friends, the ideology that your weak minds has led you to accept will be, according to my superior logic, the end of civilization...nay, the end of the human race.

So, man up Scooter. We real men have places to conquer and women to oogle...is that unibrow? Yeah, like I'd notice, you foigras eating freaks.

M. Sheldon.

So here we are.

Before I introduce myself to those of you who aren't familliar with me, let me first state the objective of this little blog.
Simply, this blog is for Men's men, and the women who love them. The Castratti are those who walk among us acting as if all things male are inherently wrong, and we must all attempt to make ourselves as much like women as possible. Hence the name..."castratti".

Now, to me. My name is M. Sheldon. I'm a hunter, fisherman, rappeller, caver, contractor, amateur political pundit, etc. etc. I'm married to an ex model, have one son who is six and reads at a fifth grade level...I like my life.

On this site, you'll see articles by myself, and some of my more machismo friends. Our aim? To once and for all stop the indoctrination of our sons that being "macho" is a terrible thing, and showcase the greatness of real manhood.

'Till next time,
M. Sheldon.