It seems pretty obvious here - after being asked the "really good question" of whether a doctor should save a child born alive during an abortion - this Planned Parenthood spokeswoman doesn't want to answer because:
A) Blood will begin to drip from the corners of her mouth when she speaks
B) It'll be revealed she's actually the grown-up girl from The Exorcist, still under the control of Satan, or
C) She's a lying, bloodthirsty, descendant of a clone, made from Adolf Eichmann's anus, which she can't reveal lest she lose her job, where - when it comes to making the trains run on time - she excels beyond all of Planned Parenthood's expectations.
Meanwhile, yesterday, that goofy fucking blogging horror show, Ann Althouse, actually wrote that I should call my mother - the woman who abandoned me to the fates, producing this bundle of joy - "to thank her for not aborting."
The fucking nerve. (This leads me to a further understanding of how narcissist's always continue to seek praise - reflection on anything other, than their own sense of their wonderfulness, is not their strong suit. They never point out their own faults - reasons why no one would want to thank them for inflicting themselves on us.) Word to your mother:
To deliver a man into the Hell women have made, and then insist we regularly thank them for not killing us instead, is a nice twist on feminism's evil.
It's no wonder I no longer cry when I hear of father's wiping out their entire families - it's pretty obvious they got the impulse from their wives. This new "Mad Dad" probably got upset no one ever thanked him for not doing it sooner.
It's no wonder I no longer cry when I hear of father's wiping out their entire families - it's pretty obvious they got the impulse from their wives. This new "Mad Dad" probably got upset no one ever thanked him for not doing it sooner.
Well, sorry, Ladies - including that dust-filled cavity known as the Althouse - but I will not be calling anyone for a chance to taste death's second serving, thank you,...
