Video: 'Planned Parenthood is Healthy For Children'

Better buckle up, prochoice. You ain't seen nothin' yet.

War on Women Drinking Game!

The rules are simple: log onto Twitter anytime, and watch the Prochoice and War on Women hashtags.

The following words and phrases are worth one shot:

"Prochoice is prolife"
'war on women'
anything mentioning GOP and uterus in the same sentence
'slutshaming'
'misogyny'
'reproductive justice'
anything mentioning government and uterus in the same sentence
anything from feminists mentioning their cats
any mention of pregnancy as a disease and women as incubators
any sentence with 'it's not a baby' in it
'prochoice is not proabortion'
any sentence labeling all prolifers as terrorists
any sentence with 'autonomy' in it

Drink up! Actual alcohol optional-if you actually drink every time they spew one of the above, you'll be hammered in about half an hour. Feel free to add more of their sloganeering in the comments section.

Protecting People, Reducing Risk!

I see this logo every Friday while passing one of their trucks on the road, they're always headed toward the dump, probably to dump their load of medical waste in preparation for another killing Saturday at the abortion mills.



These are the trucks that haul the medical waste that aborted children are reduced to from the abortion mills to the landfills. Yep, those unborn human beings who weren't protected because legally they're not 'people'. Abortion sure reduces the risk of survival for unborn children, doesn't it? It makes me physically ill every time I pass one of these trucks on the road. This is where children end up because of choice. What a bright future.

Defining Dependence

Another great question that proaborts refuse to answer. Support all those choices of women! Andrea Yates, anyone? They sympathized with her, claiming she had postpartum depression and wouldn't have killed if she had aborted. Irony.

Racist, Much?

Sexism in the last post, racism and misandry here. Very tolerant, aren't they? Who's handing out the sheets and hoods tonight in choiceville?

Women Should Be Supported No Matter What!

Unless the women in question are prolife women who oppose abortion, of course. Breaking news, moron-no one is obligated to support the stupid choices of women simply because they're women. This is radical feminism, folks-they want to be in a protected class where their every stupid and dangerous whim is lauded and rewarded because they can't be expected to behave responsibly. NO.

'Don't Slutshame Me for Sleeping with More Than 20 People!'

Uhh, 20 people is a freakin' football team. Just...wow. Call it what you want-just don't expect to be called a lady.

'I Had Abortions, Not Children!'

And if you hadn't aborted, you'd have what? Puppies?

But the Bible Doesn't Say Abortion is Murder!

This is extra funny coming from the orginal cherry picker of Bible verses. And she STILL hasn't produced the verse in which Christ condones abortion. If she's so knowledgable about the Bible, it can't be that hard to find, right?

Squeee! Neil Diamond and Abortions!

Barf. Imagining prochoice lyrics in a remake of the song "My Favorite Things."

All Those Kids Making Your Twat Loose?

Prochoice, keepin' it classy. Maybe they should stay out of the private parts of others?

Abortion is Self Defense!

Yeah! It's not like we did anything to put them there in the first place. Think we got a real contender for Moron of the Month here...

Fetuses Are 'Things To Be Removed'

That's right! Just ignore that heartbeat and brainwaves and stuff. Inconsequential.

Abortion-The Answer to Overpopulation!

3800 abortions a day is 'a few'? 55 million since '73 is a few?

This Week's Prochoice Meme-Public Hangings!

Next week's meme-the mothership has returned-bad news, all aboard are prolife! HYSTERIA!!!!! OH NOOOOOOOOOOEZ....

Several Abortions=Doing it Right!

How's birth control workin' out for ya? SMH.

Tillerisms!

And don't let the fetus live rent-free in your womb! Does anyone else find it extra creepy that proaborts are so obssesed with Tiller the martyr?

PPACT: 99 Percent of our Services are 'Preventative'!

LOL! Yeah, we noticed. The biohazard bags are dead giveaways that lives have been prevented. Bravo.

'I Trust Men-To March!'

Heel, boy! Got an actual opinion on abortion? Feminists will tell you to STFU-your opinion doesn't count, daddy. Now be a good little lapdog and do what your're told.

Walking Incubator!

I expect better out of a midwife than this kind of objectification of pregnancy. Dismal.

Human Life=Insect Life!

AGAIN-sentience and ability to take care of oneself are not requirements for the right to life-I know 40 year olds who have only recented learned to truly take care of themselves. Emotions, thoughts and feelings aren't criteria for humanity either-if they were a whole lot of people would be choiced under these laughable 'guidelines.' Seriously stupid. You can't make this stuff up, especially the junk science prochoice is so fond of.

It Isn't Living Until It Can Survive on It's Own!

Hear that, all you 30 old slackers on mommy's couch? Run-you're about to be choiced!

Fetus Cookies and Abortion Parties!

The classy proabort will want to celebrate such momentous occasions as getting an IUD with a tasteful cookie...



H/T to Jill Stanek for the cookie image, trolled from the Abortion Gang (ow, my eyes).

But why stop there? Why not throw an abortion party to raise funds for that all important pregnancy tissue extermination, and get your friends to donate to the cause? Let's read about someone who did (in case you missed this journalistic gem the first time it made the rounds)...

My First Abortion Party

When I got the invite to a friend's abortion party, I thought it was a way to help her through a difficult decision. I was right and wrong.

"Have you guys heard the news?" Maggie (name changed) unwrapped the scarf from around her neck and patted her flat belly. "Preggers." It was around 30 degrees outside, and her cheeks were splashed pink from the Indiana wind.

She had discovered earlier that week, after missing a period and taking the test. "I kind of knew already. My boobs and my lower back have been killing me for a while." She shrugged.

My girlfriend Ali and I exchanged a surprised look. Our forks, dotted with pasta sauce, dangled identically, flaccidly, in our hands. She was quicker than me to gain her composure, and turned to address her best friend.

"What are you going to do?" Unnecessary question, really -- a conversational life vest, used when you’re sputtering for something to say. We knew the answer. Maggie, a 22-year-old college senior with no intention of bringing a child into the world yet, was going to have an abortion. She told us that she had already made up her mind; she had even determined the time, date and location. A better question might have been, "How are you going to pay for it?"

She answered that one before we had a chance to ask. "We’re having a party Friday to raise money," Maggie said. "You guys are obviously invited."

An abortion party. For the price of whatever we were willing to donate, she explained, we could partake of baked goods, beer and dancing. It was going to start at 10 p.m. at Maggie’s.

The Facebook invite came a day later, and it was settled. Ali and I were going to scrape together what donation money we could and join in the festivities.

Before continuing, I should make it clear that I’m no stranger to bizarre, pregnancy-related parties. My junior year of college, I attended a "Welcoming the Baby Kegger" designed to provide love, support and slurred confessions to a friend nearing her delivery date (she drank grape juice). Though I had initially been skeptical, I left this soirée du bébé pleasantly surprised. Everyone had brought gifts, toys, wine and food, which they piled atop a table in her living room. The music was low, and the conversation was great -- an all-around classy affair. I imagined the abortion party might be similar to this: a way to help out a friend who’s made a difficult decision. I was both right and wrong.

Ali and I arrived around 11, only half aware of the irony of being "late" to an abortion party. Walking in, we were bludgeoned with a blast of hot air, followed by the tangy stink of dance floor revelry. Someone had taken a red bed sheet and hung it below a light fixture to resemble a giant womb. Every so often, a dancer’s head or arm or dreadlock would brush against one of its smooth folds, creating a rippling effect. "Let’s Go Crazy" by Prince was playing.

As Ali went off to find Maggie, I sat down and struck up a conversation with Andrew (name changed), the three-year-old son of one of the partygoers. When Andrew and I first met months before, I learned that he’s a very precocious boy when it comes to animals and plants. His father has spent a lot of time teaching him about birdcalls and edible nuts, and he’s always spouting out little nuggets of useful knowledge. Tonight, he had the remnants of some apple-flavored dessert smeared on his mouth and owl pajamas.

Even though I thought the presence of a young child at an abortion party was a little bizarre, nobody else seemed to acknowledge (or care about) this contradiction. Instead, the rest of the guests just took turns fawning over him, exchanging high fives and swooshing him through the air. He, along with everyone else, was having a blast.

"Do you feel welcome here?" I eventually asked him, fully expecting a ‘grown-up’-type answer. He glanced around, chewed on his sleeve and went to look for some babes to hang out with. "Too cool for me," I thought, shaking my head and cramming a pastry into my mouth. I was bewildered.

I continued mingling, sampling pastries and chatting with some of Ali’s friends. I didn’t really feel comfortable discussing the abortion with strangers, so I just talked bullshit: Music. School. The Future. I guess I was hesitant to confront the breadth of the party’s complexity. Maybe I had even hoped to avoid it.

I couldn’t, of course. I saw Maggie’s boyfriend, sitting near the kitchen, wearing rainbow suspenders and looking uncomfortably alone. As it turns out, he had been the object of a lot of vitriol from Maggie’s friends -- women who thought that he should not have had anything to do with the abortion. Both he and Maggie had been saddened about this reaction because they had made the decision together. When we talked, his sentences spilled out in quick little jumbles, like scattered puzzle pieces. His eyes stayed focused on a point behind me. He looked as if he’d like to be somewhere else.

Maggie, too, looked less than excited. A few days beforehand, one of her friends had asked her to have the abortion in Ohio. When Maggie insisted on bringing her boyfriend along, the friend told her not to bother coming. Maggie was being shown a great deal of respect, certainly. But she told me she couldn’t help but feel as though her pregnancy had been "hijacked" by women who felt like her inclusion of a man in the decision was weak or wrong. This was a surprise to me, but I didn’t exactly know how to weigh in.

Abortion is, after all, a very tricky topic -- a minefield of opinions where the slightest misstep can elicit unexpected reactions from friends, family, co-workers and strangers. Though I would classify myself an ardent pro-choicer, I also recognize that I am a man, and therefore somewhat of a problematic player in the debate. It’s never been made clear to me what sort of involvement I’m entitled to on the issue, and I don’t feel particularly confident making judgment calls about women -- whatever their political leanings.

I did, however, think the extent to which Maggie’s friends were eager to vilify her partner was peculiar. These were liberal people, after all -- people whose views on sex were worlds away from anything someone might consider "modest." I couldn’t help but notice how aggressive and, for lack of a better term, ‘male’ their attitudes became when confronted with the issue of a woman’s right to choose. It was almost as if, in the process of upholding an ideal of openness and acceptance, they had fallen victim to the same forces they were trying to critique.

But could I blame them for responding with such anger? No way. I knew many of them had experienced the most hurtful forms of structural sexism -- the kinds I will never see. The kinds that that disguise themselves as "the norm." These women, who had only recently begun to unravel the ways their voices had been excluded from relationships, dialogues and society in general, had every right to respond with anger. I imagine it would have been nearly impossible not to.

The tension never boiled over. There was no overt confrontation at the abortion party between Maggie’s friends and her boyfriend -- just a jumbled collage of sweaty dancers and cold shoulders, whispered conversations and intoxicated hoots. By the end of the night, the donation bowl was overflowing with contributions from Maggie’s friends, male and female. It was, for the most part, a bipartisan success.

But a success with a question mark. As Ali and I walked home, we wondered together what exactly the relationship between abortion and "maleness" is supposed to look like. What is a man’s role in the decision? Does including a male partner’s perspective necessarily compromise a woman’s agency, as Maggie’s friends seemed to believe? It’s not that much of a stretch -- after all, male perspectives have suffocated debate around the issue for way too long.

Moreover, what are the inherent emotional features of being "male" or "female?" Is compassion/reactionary aggression the only set of qualifiers? If so, does that mean women can be "male," too?

Walking home, Ali and I agreed that dealing with the issue of abortion means dealing with a world’s worth of expectations, conflicts and limitations. It means accepting a frustratingly imperfect role in a frustratingly imperfect discussion.

Perhaps most importantly, it means allowing space for rightful, understandable (and possibly even productive) anger to take place.

Those of you who know me know how much I love to cook, so I took the liberty of planning a menu for their next abortion soiree...

First, the anesthesia...



Once their consciences are all good and numb, bring out the appetizers...


(Who cares if sperm meets) deviled eggs...


Miscarriage inducing chili...

Time to fire up the grill for the main course! Naturally, they'll have to have choices...


Plan Bbq chicken!


Bye-bye baby back ribs!


Or a big old juicy Tim T-bone steak! Why should those evil prolifers have all the fun?

What about dessert? Lots of choices there too...


Fetus cookies!


A lovely cake to remind mommy how empowered she's gonna be once she aborts!


And one for those latecomers, a great reminder of how easy it is to wipe out an inconvenient life! Not to mention the endless opportunities a DJ would have with musical selections for a shindig like this. Feeling festive yet? Yeah, me neither.

Prochoice Class at March for Life

This image of some classy proaborts at the March for Life submitted by Amber Currie. Gotta love that fine use of 'science', eh? Like we haven't heard this one before. Extra moron points because there were children in attendance. Makes it extra funny when they shriek over being shown graphic images of abortion ('fetus porn' in proabort speak). This is extra discouraging as it was a rough morning sidewalk counseling today, babies conceived over the Christmas holidays being reduced to medical waste, and we changed no minds today.

"First they came for the Communists but I was not a Communist so I did not speak out;
Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists but I was not one of them, so I did not speak out;
Then they came for the Jews but I was not Jewish so I did not speak out.
And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me."

-Martin Niemoller, 1892-1984

Sometimes all we can do is keep speaking out. Many thanks to Amber for sharing this image, hopefully she'll share some of what the March was like with us, wish we could have been there.

Putrid Prochoice Poetry!

Trolled from this epic fail site (ow, my eyes)

An embryo is precious;
a woman is a vessel.

A fertilized egg is a person;
a woman is indentured to it.

An embryo is sacred until birth.
After that, he/she is on their own.

Abortion is murder. Rape,
incest are means to an end:

that precious fertilized egg
housed in an expendable body.

Let us make babies and babies
and babies; chlldren are something

else, probably future criminals,
probably welfare cheats whose

education hikes taxes. You
can freely dispose of them.

Also included was this tasteful political cartoon:



Ok, seriously, I'm willing to pay much higher taxes to get fruitloops like these mental health help.

Revolution?

Proaborts not calling pregnant women 'incubators' and 'breeding units' and not referring to pregnancy as a deadly disease (as this same moron did in the last post) would be a REAL good place to start. Prochoice doesn't give a damn about pregnant women or safer childbirth. They can't even police their own abortion mills and scream when anyone tries to regulate them and enforce stricter inspections. Prochoice is doing shit-all for pregnant women but putting them down and using them as tools to score rhetorical points.

Pregnancy=Convenient Propagandizing for Prochoice!

Except we don't. Less than 1 percent of abortions in this country are done because the mother's life is in jeopardy. Maternal mortality isn't even on the list of top killers of women in America, which I posted here, from the Mayo Clinic. Most issues that arise in pregnancy that could pose a threat to maternal wellbeing have been treatable for the past 20 years in this country, and dying in childbirth is exceedingly rare. But, we can't let something as inconvenient as facts stop our propaganda, can we, Nikki? Pregnancy is a deadly disease and women are dropping like flies daily-why just this morning the headline read "Thousands More Dead in Pregnancy and Childbirth-Plague Continues!" Except it didn't. The number one reason for maternal mortality worldwide? Illegal abortion. All of them dead because they bought the prochoice lie that abortion was gonna improve their lives. Congrats, Nikki and company! Please keep your 'caring for women' to yourselves-it's deadly to women and children. And please keep up the faux-third-world whining-it makes you look like a fool to women who might be reading it that live in actual oppression. Way to advance the causes of women. Go team!

'I Support Women in Their Natural Role as Incubators'

Speaking of 'Rabble', here's a sample 'o stupid from her world-of-fail blog:



I get it-we're not people once we've made sandwiches and been incubators (known to sane people as mothers) whatever would we do without feminists to bring us this important, objectifying information about ourselves? Seriously, how did our self esteem survive without their constant daily putdowns? LMAO.

More Prochoice Love for Patricia Heaton

She must have really gotten to them-they even whipped out the old reliable race card! Brave little soldier 'Rabble' didn't even have the guts to address Heaton directly, but made sure she added the period before Patricia's username so all her buddies could give her attagirls. Lame.

Consenting 'Adult'?

Of course not-two adults consenting to the behavior that causes pregnancy isn't consenting to pregnancy, just like eating 10 pizzas a day isn't consenting to obesity, and shooting heroin isn't consenting to addiction. So TIRED of their extremist STUPIDITY. I wish for once one of them would consent to ADULTHOOD.

Prochoice Standard...

...aka the old double standard. BTW, who knew Patricia Heaton was such a prolife rockstar? If you're on Twitter, check out her stream.

Magna Cum Stupid!

Look out, Harvard! Stick to putting on that makeup, sweetie. LOL.

Dead? Rock the Vote!

The Democratic Party: where dead people and incarcerated felons comprise an important part of our voter base! Voter registration? We don't need no stinkin' registration!

Grrl Power!

Feeling the prochoice luhhhve yet? Caring for women? Yeah, me neither. LOL.

We Won't Go Back!

And since you're all of 24 and you were never there in the first place, there's nothing to go back to. Smart women already have control of their own bodies-it's called self-control. 100 percent effective, cost free and hormone free. Get yours today!

Skewed Perceptions?

Only if you're a radical feminist. Those of us who are free from your ideology are doin' just fine, thanks! FREEDOM ROCKS. Not being constantly at war with your own biology rocks, too. It's quite freeing to be more than an object, to think for yourself instead of feeling obligated to read from the feminist script 24/7. An added bonus to being a free woman: no one has to die to prove my superiority or my femininity. Radical concept, huh? Try it sometime.

Pregnant Women are Property of the State!

MORE objectification of pregnant women, and still more feigned third world oppression drivel. Men have the right to kill indiscriminately like women do in abortion? Really? I think a few folks currently awaiting execution on death row might disagree. Fools like this one are being churned out in our colleges yearly. WE'RE DOOMED if these are the future leaders of this country.

Profits Before Kids!

Unless they're putting the profits of the abortionist before their own kids. Then it's all good. Guess you suck double, moron.

Shriek! Clinic Violence!

Since 1973, there have been 55 million MURDERS at abortion mills in the U.S. Love the bogus number they trumped up-but since the link is to NOW, gotta be true, right? Check out ProchoiceViolence.com for the other side of the story.