Once upon a time, there was a woman named Carrie (or Carry) Nation.
Carrie Amelia Moore Nation, to be exact. She was vehemently against alcoholism... I mean, this woman was MAD about the whole thing. Raging mad.
She was 175 pounds and 6 foot tall, and she carried hatchets around with her to vandalize saloons with.
She professed to being a bulldog -the likes of which might ramble around Jesus' feet and bark and whatever He didn't like.
She smashed up 5 saloons with rocks before turning to the hatchet.
She's quoted here:
"I tell you ladies, you don't know how good it feels till you begin to smash, smash, smash!"
That's all. That's all I had to say today. Just that women are strong and capable and fearless. And I stand by Carrie Nation and her hatchets and her penchant for smashing.
And that as a wife of a porn addict, I have Carrie days.