Weep with us now for poor Augusta National.
The PCP (Politically Correct Pussy) Brigade finally got them to cave in:
The home of the Masters now has green jackets for women.
In a historic change at one of the world’s most exclusive golf clubs, Augusta National invited former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and South Carolina financier Darla Moore to become the first female members since the club was founded in 1932.
“This is a joyous occasion,” chairman Billy Payne said Monday.
For a pussy-whipped beta-male like you maybe, Billie.  For those of us who love tradition and don’t feel the need to have female companionship foisted on us 24/7/365, not so much.
For some, it was a long time coming.
Martha Burk and her women’s advocacy group first challenged the club 10 years ago over its all-male membership.
And I think that’s what pisses me off most about this – the vision of that ugly-assed fat pig Burk finally doing her little happy dance.  About as revolting as Roseanne Barr doing the National-Anthem-Crotch-Grab.
The debate returned this year when IBM, one of the top corporate sponsors of the Masters, appointed Virginia Rometty as its chief executive. The previous four CEOs of Big Blue had all been Augusta National members.
Yet another reason not to want anything to do with IBM.
And quite frankly, I don’t give two royal shits that the first one was Condi Rice.  She was a wonderful Secretary of State for this country.  But my estimation of her just went down a notch or two.  Thank Cthulhu Mittens didn’t pick her as his running mate now.
As for Augusta – not that I’d ever get a sniff of membership there, but they couldn’t pay me to be a member now.
I don’t care to give my money to the pussy-whipped.