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The Abortion
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The Abortion |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Above the floor of the operation room there lies a matress ontop of the platform of a bed. A woman with a multi-pronged hat, wearing a robe, lies there on the bed. (Her book lies next to the table, of course. She can't be holding it during the operation.) Slowly the foetus is removed from the womb of liberty, the umbillical cord of your tax dollars oppressing you cut from the baby with a big fat dubya on his forehead. And then the buckets row on row are blessed with a new member with sweet propaganda. Carl the conservative takes a snapshot and in it goes, into a pamphlet. Oh, and remember of course, that the political opinions expressed in my little story aren't necessarily those of the teller of the tale. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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