If combat means living in a ditch, females have biological problems staying in a ditch for thirty days because they get infections and they don’t have upper body strength. I mean, some do, but they’re relatively rare. On the other hand, men are basically little piglets, you drop them in the ditch, they roll around in it, doesn’t matter, you know. These things are very real. On the other hand, if combat means being on an Aegis-class cruiser managing the computer controls for twelve ships and their rockets, a female may be again dramatically better than a male who gets very, very frustrated sitting in a chair all the time because males are biologically driven to go out and hunt giraffes. — Newt Gingrich, Adjunct Instructor, Reinhardt College,1995 “Renewing American Civilization”
What a weird ass dude. lol
"Magnus the Red stood directly below the device, looking up
through the crystal into the night sky directly above the centre of
Occullum Square. He was naked but for a loincloth, his flesh bare
to the elements and gleaming with oil.
Ahriman watched as Amon massaged a mixture of sandalwood,
jasmine and benzoin oil into Magnus’ flesh. Uthizzar
scraped the excess oil from the primarch’s body with a bonebladed
knife as Auramagma held a smoking censer that filled the
air with the fragrance of cinquefoil. Phael Toron stood next to
Ahriman, his body language stiff and awkward."
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