Wow—stop the presses. Apparently, healthy men are distracted by attractive, half-naked women. Who knew? Thank God for modern science, tirelessly connecting the dots between primal instinct and… primal instinct. But here’s the real kicker: every time I see taxpayer money hurled at this kind of academic masturbation, I think, surely the public will snap. Spoiler: they never do. And I’ve figured out why. Because the machine always gives back just enough to keep the suckers quiet. A token here, a subsidy there. A little bribe for some invented grievance or boutique identity. Suddenly, you’re in the club—part of the system that bleeds you. Never mind that the gift is crumbs compared to what you fork over in taxes, fees, and regulatory extortion. It’s a rigged carnival, and people keep lining up for the rigged prizes. Bad deal? No, it’s a lifestyle now.
