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paradigmshifty
Jan. 17th, 2009 03:01 pm (UTC)
Conservatives believe that life begins at conception and ends at birth.
gothtigger
Jan. 17th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
"The unfortunate reality of a post Roe v. Wade America is that 'choice' is synonymous with abortion access, and celebration of 'freedom of choice' is a tacit endorsement of abortion rights on demand. "

What. The. Fuck ?????

I think I can feel my brains leaking out my ears ....
mobdrazhar
Jan. 18th, 2009 02:45 am (UTC)
this is all crap... it's just people wanting to start a fight where there is nothing to fight about =(

i feel sorry fr those people because they have no enjoyment in their lives... not even worth being angry at them about... just feel sorry for them
neko_seraph
Jan. 19th, 2009 01:12 am (UTC)
... *splutters*

I can't decide whether to burst out laughing or into a furious tirade.

That's just.... *no words*

The one redeeming feature is the journalist/blogger's non-partisan reporting of this, demonstrating both the clearly ridiculous stand of the "pro-life" group, followed by the also clearly ridiculous reductio ad absurdum counter-argument from pro-choice extremists. Who, sadly, do exist.
psuedonym777
Jan. 19th, 2009 04:33 am (UTC)
Oh my giddy aunt! *blink*
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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