“One of the few times in my life I actually swore out loud.”
How do you think this hit me? I’m the one who daily looks at the dead bodies of aborted babies. If anyone has earned the right to be angry it’s me. I get no help in this war, or so it feels like sometimes.
Just today I saw a vehicle in a flaming lefty town bestrewn with radical feminist bumper stickers (not at all limited to the bumper).
One of them said: Get your laws off my body!
All I could think was how the ersatz law of Roe v. Wade has laid its evil claws on countless unborn bodies.