You Are My Minions: Fuck You, You Rapist Pigs

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Fuck You, You Rapist Pigs

I'm sick to death of this nonsense. If you give a flying fuck about other people having consensual sex, then drop dead puking, screaming, and bleeding from your fucking pores, you insufferably evil bag of censorious shit. I really can't conceive of anything more indecent than passing laws requiring women to be medically raped for any reason, and denying women health care coverage based on your concept of morality is the fucking nadir of theoretically free thought. Die. Just die.

Also, what Digby said.

Also, h/t to Tbogg for the Digby and for this:

Fucking assholes. Just die.

5 comments:

zombie rotten mcdonald said...: As Oregon Beer Snob once said of my blog, "delightfully uncivil".; 7:29 PM
Sasha said...: I can always count on your sublety.

(I must admit I was startled by your brevity.); 8:34 PM
Sasha said...: Actually you missed my current favorite, the proposed Arizona law that would let/encourage physicians to lie to patients about their conditions and that of their embryos if the information they provide might lead you to choose abortion.; 8:37 PM
Dr.KennethNoisewater said...: omg, that postcard is awesome.; 10:05 AM
Cara H said...: Nice bloog thanks for posting; 5:34 AM

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