OK, I’m at lunch no more than fifteen minutes ago when I see a bunch of babies sitting around on the TV, smiling, cooing, holindg signs that say “Hi Mom”, the usual.
“Diaper commercial,” I think.
Then the syrupy children’s chorus kicks in. “Shake! Shake! Shake the Nation! Shake the Nation back to life!”
“Life? Babies? What the… oh no,” I think.
And there it is - the Million Baby March in front of the Lincoln Memorial, holding signs that say “Choose Me” to the swelling cheers of the throng.
“Shake! Shake! Shake the Nation! Shake the Nation back to life!”
WHAM goes a gavel! WHOOSH spins a newspaper! “SUPREME COURT OK’S ABORTION,” it screams. Oh no! Sad babies, wailing as they instantly fade into nonexistence!
Way to tug on my heartstrings, felchwads. Did it ever occur to you blinkered Philistines that maybe the Supreme Court legalized abortion because women demanded it? Or maybe that women would get abortions anyway even if it were outlawed, thereby increasing the chance that those women would die because they had to go to back alley abortionists?
“Nope - gotta save the cute babies. Babies are so cute! How could you not want such a cute baby if you get pregnant? They’re so cute when they gurgle.”
Suck my gay uncle’s hairy nutsack, you cumdrooling bunch of closet pedophilic asscrickets. At least then you’d actually be doing something useful. You oppose abortion, nobody’s forcing you to have one. But take yer goddamn blatantly emotional appeal OFF my TV screen. Go ahead and put it on loopback on your own VCR and masturbate to that, pretending it’s on national TV and that everybody in the whole freakin’ YOU-nited Statesa Murrica actually gives a fuck.
Oh, here’s their website, just for reference purposes.