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A little old lady went into the Bank of America one day carrying a bag of money. She insists that she must speak with the President of the bank to open a savings account because it's a lot of money.

They finally get her into the president's office and he asks her how much she would like to deposit. She says she has $165,000 and then dumps it out of the bag onto his desk. The president was surprised and of course curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asks her. The old lady says, "I make bets."

The president replies, "Bets? What kind of bets?" and she says, "For example, I'll bet you $25,000 that your balls are square."

"Ha!" says the president, "That's a stupid bet, you can never win that kind of bet."

The old lady says, "So, would you like to take my bet?"

"Sure," says the president, "I'll bet $25,000 that my balls are not square!"

The little old lady says, "OK, but since there is a lot of money involved is it OK with you if I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 AM to witness?"

"Sure," says the president.

That night the president got very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side, again and again, thoroughly checking them out until he was sure that there is no way his balls are square and that he will win the bet.

The next morning at 10 AM the little old lady appears with her lawyer at the president's office. She introduces the lawyer to the president and repeats the bet, that $25,000 says the president's balls are square. The president agrees with the bet again and the old lady asks him to drop his pants so they can see. The president does this.

The little old lady looks closely at his balls and then asks if she can feel them.

"Well, OK" says the president, "$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure."

Then he notices that the lawyer is quietly banging his head against the wall and he asks the old lady, "What is wrong with your lawyer?"

She replies, "Nothing, except I bet him $100,000 that by 10 AM today I'd have The Bank of America's president's balls in my hands!"

If biochemistry and physiology of beauty and health are the elements of every mix, then results are assured

Prostate cancer and us

Women got rights. Women's rights probably should lead to emancipation of some men too. A rising tide ain't supposed to be selective about which boat it drives up. 

I believe if a lady can do a mastectomy based on calculated risk for breast cancer and beauty sleep, men should be afforded the same rights. 

I am no activist, red beret empty beer can or shower cap waiting to be cleansed off retroviral invasion. I am 100% hard core objective and logical being. Misconceptions have to be cleared upfront and to correct for a baseline. 

All men will develop prostate cancer given enough time, irrespective of how sexually active or nutritionally proper their early childhood habits were. A shower is of no use. Ignorance is only bliss for a select few. Preliminary studies seem to suggest too little sex has negative impact though.

Since all married men seem to fall off the wagon, then we should be at the very least agreable to getting fixed, literally and figuratively, once the cancer rears it's head. 

We cannot possibly be that attached to our manhood that castration, even at that advanced an age, stays a misnomer in our bar talk.

Our path is made even easier as surgery is usually not contemplated in the treatment program.

 

It's all in a few injections and poof the little of what's left of your testosterone goes, and with that the very life blood that most prostate adenocarcinomas depend on. 

It's even easier than that traumatic vasectomy that some of us had to undergo after psychotherapy session number five failed. 

 

As men we owe this to our families at the very least. 

Step into that monk or catholic priest wardrobe and stay alive. 

We need no trousers to be identified as men. 

We need guts of Angelina Jollies ilk. 

We need balls of steel not that soft liability dangling in your pants, excuse the pun. 

I recently had to go through a difficult experience of being send to a shrink for laying my soft tissue liabilities up for the chop. Gender confused beings have less resistance to having their manhood excised. 

I could in a way understand the doctor's predicament.

Prophylactic chop without cancer was outside the box for him. It would have been easier had he been a woman. They don't have nothing to personalize. 

 

I have had to do orchidectomies in kids with late presentation of torsion. It is traumatic for the doctor or surgeon. 

It leaves you with a scar that needs continued counselling long after the deed. You feel like a Bill Gates crusader without much choice or benefits, out to disable mankind godly purpose.

This should be different though. 

We need more subjects quieieng up for this, just like mastectomies and abortion. 

We need more doctor volunteers, prepared to be scarred for life. This flag is to safe life. 

Let's follow the women liberals lead and make this sensitive issue breakfast radio topic without leaving no residual nausea.

Biochemistry and physiology are the elements of every mix, then results are assured