I just had a thought.
Are you ready?
Felons, crack-heads, illegals and feminists should give up their uteruses. Uteri? Uterusi? It could be like one of those gun exchange programs down at the police station. No questions asked, Planned Parenthood could utilize the services of one of their highly skilled and under-appreciated surgeons of mass destruction (SMD) and just yank them out one at a time. No questions asked, we could give out incentives these women would appreciate… Free tattoos, all the pinto beans you can carry, a life-time supply of Marlboro Reds, heck, gas vouchers would probably be the gift of choice for a lot of these priceless, contributing members of society.
I mean, c’mon. What’s that little baby-maker done for any of these women. The Feminists use it as a weapon. How many men have been bludgeoned with the suspicion of a Jr. on the way? We won’t call it mass sterilization we’ll call it letting Der Staat take care of your reproductive needs. After all, they’ll know what’s “best for you” and they’ll feed you all the Soylent Green you can handle.
CSD would have the resources to focus on the real problems, welfare would slow to a trickle, and the State would be free to focus it’s large flaming eye on the real trouble makers.
Those dang Fundamentalist.
You know, you shouldn’t mock Fundamentalists. We put the mental back in it. Or was that fun… List? Well, we offer something!
At a local tea house the other day, I was watching all the little faux hippy girls in their $250 repro retro jeans, shiny skin and, so help me, the OBAMA 08 sticker proudly pinned to the chest of the Collegiate Idiot with big glasses and absolutely no point.
The thought occurred to me…
Go ahead, abort all your babies. G-d’ll get ya. And while you are slowly insuring your own extinction, you liberal pond scum burka hugger, we’ll continue pro-creating and keeping our kids at home until there are simply just more of us than of you.
You will be assimilated.
*insert maniacal laugh here*
And if you didn’t laugh even a little through this? You need to get out more, loosen up and get a grip. This is all written in jest.
Well, except for the parts that weren’t.