Women Out of Control, and Government Action

I am not sure everybody should own a woman, just as I am not sure everyone should own a skidloader. Both are difficult to control.

No one knows that better than religious people and right-wing politicians. Even the people--especially the people--who want to keep government out of our hair, are compelled to turn to government to control their women.

Skidloaders--you know, those Bobcat things you see on job sites, spinning around, lifting muck up and dumping down somewhere else--are difficult to control, but you really don't have to pass laws to control them, as you do with women. Maybe just a few laws, like keeping them off the freeway: that's all.

Planned Parenthood, for instance, has to be stopped in its tracks, or women run wild and plan parenthood. That's a man's job! The House of Representatives knows that, and wants to defund Planned Parenthood. In South Dakota, somebody proposed a law to allow a decent, god-fearing, un-planned parenthood partisan to kill anybody providing abortions. That just might be the only way to protect life: you have to kill somebody!

In Georgia, our Georgia down there next to Alabama and South Carolina, some god-fearing lawmaker has proposed to make miscarriages illegal, especially those involving "human involvement". It is quite likely that miscarriages involving non-human involvement might require other legislation.

Other property-owning men are proposing laws that would make abortions a major crime, even if not having one results in the mother's death. We have to protect life! Women and doctors don't seem to understand that.

Owning a woman is like having an un-manned skidloader running away in the neighborhood! If people can't control their own skidloaders, then government will have to step in and make it plain that women are not to be left untended. Even people who hate government intruding into their private lives can understand that there are times when you have to put your principles aside and do the right thing!

If government is what it takes to control runaway women, so be it! Amen, and amen!

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