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believe men should allowed one mistake, and then, from that point on be castrated. But the women? It is their body. So I will take the feminist mandate of “equality” to one of its many logical conclusions. That is only fair because logic, in all of its emotionally free forms, is the argument that is left at the end of the day––even for feminists
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Out of all the issues I could compare this to I will choose my favorite: the armed services and their ability to make war effectively. War has always been the domain of men, men who defend their wants and are willing to die defending them, and/or men who wanted something that someone else had, and lived with enough conviction to kill for that thing. War is about survival. But not survival for everyone. It is cold, cruel, and just the thing when words will no longer do. And that was the biggest problem––getting women to stop talking long enough to follow orders
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It is a tribute to the feminist cause that women were able to bring themselves down to the level of men with regard to the armed forces. Much easier than rising above, I think. Women today are more than welcome in the armed services, but only to a limited degree in combat. That needs to be changed. Any human, despite its gender, who can slaughter and butcher, or give the okay to slaughter and butcher, somewhere over 53 million babies since Rowe v. Wade (this, according to the Guttmacher Institute) is definitely the kind of person I want on the front lines shooting at our enemies. Talk about a fight to the death. An army capable of killing the innocent surely can vanquish the hordes of guilty enemy who attack our liberties. Just cut out their tongues and tell them to keep their mouths shut
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The figure of 53 million over such a long time pales in comparison to the millions of born babies and children who die every year from disease and starvation all over the world. Their parents did not have abortions. Their parents did what impoverished people the world over do. They made, in the midst of a desperate and futile existence, their claim to the only thing left to them that vaguely smacked of dignity, the continuation of their marvelous geneticqualities. And because, in their uneducated, arrogant, and sorry minds, they saw their children as extensions of their will and struggle to survive. They ignored reality and rolled the dice
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Or maybe it is simpler than that. Maybe the creation of life was the only feel good entertainment they could put their hands on. My point is, we are Americans. We are educated. Am I to believe that all abortions performed in this country were for uneducated women? Women who were too stupid to come up with other choices? An example that readily comes to mind is contraception. Or, were they educated women who found a baby to be “inconvenient” at that particular moment? Or was their will to know right and wrong overpowered by their need to please a man? If their body is their temple, then women need to clean up their disgusting little self-centered house of worship. The irresponsibility on the part of men who think they can create life and simply walk away is cowardly, but ultimately the choice to have unprotected sex, risk getting pregnant and having an abortion, is the choice of women
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Do you hear the screams of self-righteous indignation and anger that soil my ears from liberal modernists? The bigger than life, tuff enuff feminists and their slobbering clique of mommy boy men? Okay. Then let’s allow for the women whose lives would have been at risk had they chosen to have the living breathing “fetus” wrapped in a blanket in their loving arms. Not good enough? Okay. How about we allow for the women whose quality of life and careers would have been severely altered had they chosen to take the little “fetuses” to school every day. Still not good enough? Well, what the hell, let’s allow for the women who spell the word humanity with the letters “me.”
Gosh. Kiss my butt and call me sweetheart but I’m a little confused. Are the tears some of these women cry for the baby they just killed, the man they wish they could kill, or the fact they didn’t have the guts to kill themselves?
Oh Mommy, please doesn’t hate me. I’ll be a good boy. I promise. I promise. Just don’t rip my head away from those big, soft, delicious “milk of life” tits. Did I just say that? I am so sorry. I meant to say I could not possibly be a man unless I have a woman to impregnate. No!