Wordsmoker

These hypocritical Bible-wavers are the most irksome of people in America right now, even more reprehensible than the sexually-repressed Fred Phelps and his Church of Unholy Fag-Bashing. At least he has the good sense to be a buffoon, easily chalked up to a mixture of constipation and a fascination with his mother’s underwear as a child. The anti-choicers are a whole new, well-organized, well-funded, holier-than-thou ball of wax. They take ignorance and institutionalize it, creating a universe where their God reigns supreme and although he said you shouldn’t kill, their Bibles have an asterisk which reads: * Unless it’s an abortion doctor, that is. They want to force women to be baby-carrying machines against their will, all because a child is so “precious,” even though very few of them have adopted even one child. Life is precious to them, as long as it’s a life they don’t have to take care of.

And now, as if their abject ignorance were not already bordering on inanity, they want to declare a clump of undifferentiated cells a baby, and punish women for miscarrying. Well, gee, why not throw every woman in the clink after her first period, then!!! Baby killers! Don’t they know those eggs are precious life!!!!

And there is no rational argument to sway them from their front row seat in wacky town, because they take their directions from their great creator in the sky, and he has commanded them to go forth and fill the world with babies born into poverty and abuse, because that’s what God wants, and what God wants, God gets!! Remember Sodom and Gomorrah?!?!?!?

Despite my credo against violence, I so want to strangle them all with their own entrails, for being the idiotic, mouth-breathing, guttersnipes they are. It wouldn’t do any good though — given they way they breed, even rabbits would blow an ovary trying to keep up. Intelligence breeds too slowly to stamp out the exploding population of dogmatic windbags that they can crank out, thanks to their abhorrence of birth control and their insane need to be “fruitful and multiply.” One can only hope that when Jesus comes back, he looks the multitudinous ranks of these raving sycophants in the eye, shakes his head, and goes “Who did you people think you were helping, anyway?!?!,” as he consigns them to the fiery pits of Beelzebub’s backyard pit barbecue.