While it could not represent its dying and dead, the Louisiana legislature finds the time to make language for the right to be born.
Born into what?
This is why we can’t have nice things.
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Born into brothels? Born on the bayou?
Of course, you can’t have failed to notice how many Catholics you are surrounded by in your neck of the woods.
Actually my immediate neck of the woods is very Catholic and very liberal, too.
It’s those to my northwest (read: Baton Rouge and environs) that I worry about.
Of course, with the citizens of our liberal outpost spread to the four corners of the nation after Katrina, Louisiana has every chance of becoming a super-red state.
I hope Landrieu and Blanco prevail on this one.
What was that song from Pinocchio? “When you wish upon a politician who panders to the center …”
I love how the “right to life” culture completely forgets that a woman is still a living human being and has the right to live her life as she sees fit too. This usually coupled with an attitude that humans are above the rest of nature, but when it comes to reproduction – oh no! We don’t dare disrupt what is natural!
(oh, I forgot, women enjoying sex as anything other than a means to get pregnant is unnatural.)
Sorry, I’ll stop. This stuff makes me eight shades of angry for reasons innumerable.