Had an argument with my parents at dinner this evening

[Darth_aurelius]

As many of the comrades here know, I live with my elderly parents despite my being an adult man who is already in his late 40's. I do so not because I lack sufficient executive functioning or financial solvency to reach escape velocity from them (I lived alone most of my life) but rather because they need help around the house due to the decrepitude of their age and general feebleness. It is, as normies and faggots like to say, a labor of love and I consider it both a fiduciary duty and an honor to take care of my parents, though many strapping and muscular men such as myself are instead frolicking about with stacy whores, enjoying inestimable pleasures of endless sex and otherwise living lived of hedonic ecstasy.

Most nights I am able to engage in civil and edifying conversation with my parents about any number of topics with which I am conversant but tonight my mom was talking about how my neighbors hot MILF wife was seen shoveling snow herself and then risking her life by removing ice from her driveway. I actually commended this foid for engaging in such active pursuits and went on to observe that the overwhelming majority of extremely wealthy MILF's such as her are pampered, pretentious indolent cunts who lord over armies of mostly Mexican and Guatemalan servants and house niggers and would never sully their manicured and spotless hands with the tedium of any actual honest labor.

My mom took offense at this characterization and asserted that most women are actually more like my neighbors hot wife and are willing to do work themselves both to set an example for their children and to avoid having to pay for the cost of professional services. Such is the state of my parents' misapprehensions and delusional misconception of the reality of the times in which we live.

If only they could go with me to my local gym and behold with their own eyes these same housewives whom they have such reverence for as they frolic around in their ass-tight Yoga pants like regular prostitutes and contort their fit, Vegas stripper like bodies in all manner of erotic posturing's for the gratification of random young brute steroid-maxxed chads they encounter and whose fat cocks they invariably later take up their perfectly formed asses.