I knew a gal in college who never used birth control because that meant you were a slut. She had least two abortions that I knew about in as many years, and then went on back home to rural Iowa so she could take her place in Eastern Star (the Masons’ women’s auxilliary) and marry some guy with a car dealership.

No, but one can plainly see that she did not use it on birth control.

No apol. necessary. I read your diatribe and stood up and cheered. Well, in my mind, anyway. And isn’t that where it really counts?

As for Star Parker, she apparently went to the same “school” of logic as Craig T. Nelson:

I’ve been on foodstamps and welfare, did anyone help me out? No.

One abortion: Sure, we all make mistakes.
Two abortions: Well, sometimes it’s hard to learn a life lesson.
Three abortions: I sure am some stupid fucking (literally) bitch.
Four abortions: I’ve been blessed by Jesus, who told me to make sure nobody else had ANY abortions.

Truly a shame her mother didn’t have at least one.

In addition, I would like to thank JuliaGrey for expressing my thoughts for me, only in a much more succinct manner.

He had a saying I paraphrase often when refuting wingnut memes: “Just because I said it, doesn’t make it so”. cite

Well, you were certainly completely cleared out by that time, you brainless bolus of vomit.

I’ve heard a lot of these “I wish the government had made it harder for me to kill my bayyyyyyybies” stories, and they always make me sick and furious. Take some responsibility for your own actions, bitch. Stop trying to blame the fucking government for what YOU did that YOU regret, and above all, stop assuming that all other women are as stupid and careless as you are.

And in re: the “welfare sticker” she’s talking about, she may be referring to the fact that Medicaid patients have to renew their eligibility regularly, and some states probably have stickers to put on old cards rather than always issuing new ones.

Enough about him. This is about you and your incapability to think like a sentient being. If your come to Baby Jeebuz story is actually true and not the rantings of a drug-addled ‘brain’, that makes you a rank hypocrite along with a mean, vicious, vapid, imbecilic viper.

It’s sad, really, how you’ve happily sold yourself off, and not even to the highest bidder. Your desperate need for attention, any attention, has debased you more than I or any other lefty ever could. If you showed an iota of self-consciousness about the filth you vomit out on a daily basis, I might have a sliver of compassion for you because you are not even a shell of a husk of a human being.

Instead, you preen your feathers and swagger around like the emperor who had no clothes. Driving Miss Limbaugh? Hell, you’re carrying him on your back. I am a pacifist, but if I ever met you, I would have difficulty restraining myself from punching you in the mouth so you couldn’t talk for a good long time. You really really really need to STFU.