Posted on 11/09/2010 11:53:54 AM PST by NYer
November 9, 2010 (LifeSiteNews.com) - A fifty-year-old Mexican woman has given birth to a child whose biological father is her homosexual son, according to the Mexico City newspaper Reforma.
Reforma reports that the woman, whose name has been withheld, decided to offer her womb to her 31-year-old son "Jorge," a single homosexual businessman who wanted a child. A childhood friend, who is married, contributed the ovum. Jorge's son was conceived through in-vitro fertilization with the assistance of obstetrician-gynecologist Juan Manuel Casillas and implanted in his mother's womb.
Jorge's mother, who gave birth to her own grandson by cesarean section on November 1, has been released from the hospital after 48 hours of observation, and is now nursing the child. The attending doctors say that there have been no complications.
"I don't feel like a mother nor like a grandmother," the woman told Reforma. "When they say 'mother' to me I feel strange, and when they say 'grandmother' also. I mean, he was my first grandson, and I don't feel that way because at the same time he is my fourth son."
The family says that they have documented the circumstances of the birth so that the child, whose name is Darío, will someday know the full truth about his origins.
According to Casillas, the woman "would like to get pregnant again. She says that if we know that the development [of the child] will be the same, she's delighted."
That would be Jocasta.
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Sick, sad, creepy, sick, sick, sick.
This is incest.
From “An Evening Wasted with Tom Lehrer”:
It seems that most of the songs that you hear these days on the radio played by the disc-jockeys, apart from Rock-n-Roll and other childrens’ records, tend to be motion-picture title-songs. Apparently producers feel that we will not attend their movies unless we have the titles well drilled into our heads in advance.
Of course, we don’t go anyway, but at least this way they make back on the song some of what they’ve lost on the picture. With the rise of the motion-picture title-song, we’ve had such hits in the past few years as The Ten Commandments Mambo, Brothers Karamazov Cha-Cha, Incredible Shrinking Man, I Love You. I’m sure you’re all familiar with these, but a few years ago a motion picture version appeared of Sophocles’ immortal tragedy Oedipus Rex. This picture played only in the so-called art theaters, and it was not a financial success. And I maintain that the reason it was not a financial success...
< laughter >
(You’re away ahead of me.) ...was, that it did not have a title tune, which the people could hum and which would make them actually eager to attend this particular play. So, I have attempted to supply this and here then is the prospective title song from Oedipus Rex.
From the Bible to the popular song,
There’s one theme that we find right along.
Of all ideals they hail as good,
The most sublime is Motherhood.
There was a man, oh, who it seems,
Once carried this ideal to extremes.
He loved his mother and she loved him,
And yet his story is rather grim.
There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex.
You may have heard about his odd complex.
His name appears in Freud’s index
‘Cause he loved his mother.
His rivals used to say quite a bit,
That as a monarch he was most unfit.
But still and all they had to admit
That he loved his mother.
Yes he loved his mother like no other.
His daughter was his sister and his son was his brother.
One thing on which you can depend is,
He sure knew who a boy’s best friend is!
When he found what he had done,
He tore his eyes out one by one.
A tragic end to a loyal son
Who loved his mother.
So be sweet and kind to Mother,
Now and then have a chat.
Buy her candy or some flowers or a brand new hat.
But maybe you had better let it go at that!
Or you may find yourself with a quite complex complex,
And you may end up like Oedipus.
I’d rather marry a duck-billed platypus,
Than end up like old Oedipus Rex.
The out-patients are out in force tonight, I see.
An interesting case of in-vitro child abuse.
Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.
Good Lord. That is heartbreaking.
There goes lunch!
I just can’t get my head around that idea.
What is wrong with most people these days? Yes, most.
We have truly fallen down the rabbit hole...sigh.
psychotic
Two generations of mental illness working on the third.
I'm My Own Grandpa
(click to hear on YouTube)
Many many years ago
When I was twenty three,
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
And soon they two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
For my daughter was my mother,
Though she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matter,
Even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
I'm my own Grandpa,
I'm my own Grandpa,
It sounds funny I know,
But it really is so.
I'm my own Grandpa.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.
Now father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandchild,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother too.
I'm my own Grandpa,
I'm my own Grandpa,
It sounds funny I know,
But it really is so.
I'm my own Grandpa.
For if my wife is my grandmother,
Then I'm her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It nearly drives me wild.
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As husband of my own grandmother,
I'm my own grandpa!
I'm my own Grandpa,
I'm my own Grandpa,
It sounds funny I know,
But it really is so.
I'm my own Grandpa.
That'll be a really "special" day for little Dario.
Let me get this straight:
The mother was impregnated with her son’s semen?
God must be having a field day with this.
Hopefully they won't tell him right after he's eaten dinner.
“Baby-mama, grandmama-babydaddy...” oh crap, I give up!
the west has gone nuts.
The poor kid will have one messed up life as those kids will who were bought by queers and now living in a queers house.
I am so fed up of these liberals, far left zealots etc destroying society.
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