Love me, hate me, I'm an opinionated middle aged cuss, with what I believe is healthy hereditary countervieling ambivalence, as if God was determined not to let me be a total crashing bore. Note the not completely inelastic relationship between certainty and closed mindedness. One can still leave all thoughts open to consideration.
No flagging, though, on abortion, I favor it, for any reason, be it to erase misplaced passion, save a fortune in upbringing costs, or just to keep an embarrassment out of the tabloids. A woman's right to choose is respected in this single family dwelling in a Pittsburgh slum district. A man's desperate need to stay out of paternity is, to me, like an uncontested maidenhead in Catholic Bosnia. My thin brown sandwich bag of thoughts contains, beside a PB&J sandwich, opinions on eugenics and it's relationship to abortion.
One of such is the fed should be identifying, through a blood test at everyone's primary care gulag, people who are too stupid or crazy to bother having children. In our humane best of all worlds, these assholes could then be offered a healthy one time cash payment for choosing sterilization, Or an abortion, if it isn't too much bother. Sure, the fetus might grow up to be Robert Young/Loretta Young/Neil Young, reincarnated to save us all from hell, starvation and a terminal case of sniffles. This hasn't been my nearest of observations in the ghetto I call home. It might be better to reduce population growth across the board, gentle as Snow White. While waiting for that ideal, there is an abortion clinic downtown, and I'll bet, if you ask nicely, they can arrange a vasectomy or tubal ligation. I get my ideas from walking around downtown.
Last time I walked past the abortion protesters that stand in front of Planned Parenthood they had something special lined up. Just for me. Sorry. I'm autistic. It was for everyone. Not just me. I'm working on my problem. There have been thousands of ever changing new abortion protesters out there for as long as I lived in Pittsburgh! They used to have parades, but they were abolished after 9/11 for obvious reasons. Last week they did my cynical senses good by sitting on the sidewalk in columns, each one with a bible, all praying audibly from the same page of the same authoritative source. As I approached, en route to Mr./Ms Bus Stop they all stood up, books in hand, and prayed more intensely as I traipsed through the corridor made of abortion protesters. I'm giving them all a big blue star on their behavior management chart for just how nicely they made their point. It was nonviolent. The jerks are pro-life, which sounds nice when taken out of context, such in a slum, roused in me a sensation of something. Specifically, I incurred a sensation from the absurdity of the situation. There was an element of newness in their otherwise old school protest. I am in no way worse for wear. In fact, I'm still chuckling about the freak show. Nice abortion protest. But I still favor both it and the practice of eugenics, in general.
Along with the Phil Spector style Wall Of Sound stunt they did, one protester was standing still, holding a real live baby and anti-abortion literature. Nice visual aid. "See, this is what is being aborted."
Weak argument. Low batting average on positive outcomes. Their card table display was sub-standard, this time with a row of poorly rendered clay fetuses pinched out in a size range of conception to birth. The protesters were very nicely dressed, real clean cut, and they could have shelled out for a more professional looking fetus display. Some groups really go out on that. The way some people, generous people, do an elaborate Christmas display in front of the house each year. Killowatts of power lighting Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Santa Clause and all the Reign Deer. Then there are cheap, crumby people who just put up a shitty aluminum tree, and string a few dim lousy multi-colored bulbs. My views on abortion, and eugenics, are just like they were last year, and neither Christmas nor an abortion protest is likely change a less than sun-shiny frame of mind re: over-population. A gene pool once too often pissed in. Declining ways of life. A lower birth rate means less jerks.
No flagging, though, on abortion, I favor it, for any reason, be it to erase misplaced passion, save a fortune in upbringing costs, or just to keep an embarrassment out of the tabloids. A woman's right to choose is respected in this single family dwelling in a Pittsburgh slum district. A man's desperate need to stay out of paternity is, to me, like an uncontested maidenhead in Catholic Bosnia. My thin brown sandwich bag of thoughts contains, beside a PB&J sandwich, opinions on eugenics and it's relationship to abortion.
One of such is the fed should be identifying, through a blood test at everyone's primary care gulag, people who are too stupid or crazy to bother having children. In our humane best of all worlds, these assholes could then be offered a healthy one time cash payment for choosing sterilization, Or an abortion, if it isn't too much bother. Sure, the fetus might grow up to be Robert Young/Loretta Young/Neil Young, reincarnated to save us all from hell, starvation and a terminal case of sniffles. This hasn't been my nearest of observations in the ghetto I call home. It might be better to reduce population growth across the board, gentle as Snow White. While waiting for that ideal, there is an abortion clinic downtown, and I'll bet, if you ask nicely, they can arrange a vasectomy or tubal ligation. I get my ideas from walking around downtown.
Last time I walked past the abortion protesters that stand in front of Planned Parenthood they had something special lined up. Just for me. Sorry. I'm autistic. It was for everyone. Not just me. I'm working on my problem. There have been thousands of ever changing new abortion protesters out there for as long as I lived in Pittsburgh! They used to have parades, but they were abolished after 9/11 for obvious reasons. Last week they did my cynical senses good by sitting on the sidewalk in columns, each one with a bible, all praying audibly from the same page of the same authoritative source. As I approached, en route to Mr./Ms Bus Stop they all stood up, books in hand, and prayed more intensely as I traipsed through the corridor made of abortion protesters. I'm giving them all a big blue star on their behavior management chart for just how nicely they made their point. It was nonviolent. The jerks are pro-life, which sounds nice when taken out of context, such in a slum, roused in me a sensation of something. Specifically, I incurred a sensation from the absurdity of the situation. There was an element of newness in their otherwise old school protest. I am in no way worse for wear. In fact, I'm still chuckling about the freak show. Nice abortion protest. But I still favor both it and the practice of eugenics, in general.
Along with the Phil Spector style Wall Of Sound stunt they did, one protester was standing still, holding a real live baby and anti-abortion literature. Nice visual aid. "See, this is what is being aborted."
Weak argument. Low batting average on positive outcomes. Their card table display was sub-standard, this time with a row of poorly rendered clay fetuses pinched out in a size range of conception to birth. The protesters were very nicely dressed, real clean cut, and they could have shelled out for a more professional looking fetus display. Some groups really go out on that. The way some people, generous people, do an elaborate Christmas display in front of the house each year. Killowatts of power lighting Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Santa Clause and all the Reign Deer. Then there are cheap, crumby people who just put up a shitty aluminum tree, and string a few dim lousy multi-colored bulbs. My views on abortion, and eugenics, are just like they were last year, and neither Christmas nor an abortion protest is likely change a less than sun-shiny frame of mind re: over-population. A gene pool once too often pissed in. Declining ways of life. A lower birth rate means less jerks.
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