Thousands Protest Roe V. Wade Decision

[Katie]

No Relativism wrote:

<quoted text>
"I don't think calling fetuses in general 'a useless wad of cells' is belittling to anyone." -Katie
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/abortion/T833 ...
"Quit being stupid. Idiots all of you. You are fuck*ng wrong.
Fuck*ing retarded idiots! That's right, I said it. RETARDED ALL OF YOU RETARDS!! And I base this because I know someone who was born retarded but has more intelligence than any of you fuck*ng combined. Be gone all of you before I call Bob the Exterminator to rid this forum of all you cockroaches."
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/abortion/T833...
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"Your grandma wasn't proud. She knew the best part of you ran down your mama's sperm donors leg. Pity she didn't have the ability to abort. She wouldn't be proud of you." - Foo
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/abortion/T833...
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Yeah, saying "fart" is horrible, ain't it Katie?
(Moron)

Wow! Still not understanding what you read, eh?

I posted "Sore loser crybaby" to the fartmonster.

Then I got the message, "Please refrain from posting profanity or offensive material. Be polite. Inappropriate posts may be removed by the moderator."

I figured it was directed to the fartmonster. But to be sure, I C&Ped it and pointed out where it belonged.

Unless you think "sore loser crybaby" is offensive, too? You probably do, since you're notorious for dishing it, but not taking it.

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Katie wrote:

<quoted text>
^^^"Please refrain from posting profanity or offensive material.
Be polite. Inappropriate posts may be removed by the moderator."
Sore loser crybaby.
(sure hope those mods get it right who's being offensive)

[HuskerDu]

No Relativism wrote:

<quoted text>
"I don't think calling fetuses in general 'a useless wad of cells' is belittling to anyone." -Katie
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/abortion/T833 ...
"Quit being stupid. Idiots all of you. You are fuck*ng wrong.
Fuck*ing retarded idiots! That's right, I said it. RETARDED ALL OF YOU RETARDS!! And I base this because I know someone who was born retarded but has more intelligence than any of you fuck*ng combined. Be gone all of you before I call Bob the Exterminator to rid this forum of all you cockroaches."
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/abortion/T833...
________
"Your grandma wasn't proud. She knew the best part of you ran down your mama's sperm donors leg. Pity she didn't have the ability to abort. She wouldn't be proud of you." - Foo
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/abortion/T833...
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Yeah, saying "fart" is horrible, ain't it Katie?
(Moron)

Interesting!

[LiIrabbitfoofoo]

No Relativism wrote:

<quoted text>
You've been spiritually dead for a long time.

Wrong again No Relevance. But then, that's normal for you.

[LiIrabbitfoofoo]

No Relativism wrote:

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When Foochie gets on a plane the stewardesses give her a fartsack, so the other passengers won't need to use a barf bag.

Yeah, there's No Relevance acting like the "adult christian" again.

ROFLMAO!

[Katie]

HuskerDu wrote:

<quoted text>Interesting!

Old news. Older than your foulness wished upon a newborn and her siblings, you effarreye.
<spit>

[AyakaNeo]

elise in burque wrote:

<quoted text>I love teasing that crazy broad. She's funny and doesn't even know it!

LOL Elise I agree, her reasoning skills are comical and I don't think there is a name for her ethical system. And that goes for the whole lot of them.

[AyakaNeo]

LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:

Woman stays pregnant with dead fetus for 60 years
http://english.pravda.ru/society/stories/30-0...

Lithodian or something like that. Stone baby's. Saw this some years ago in a documentary. Very rare, fascinating condition.

[AyakaNeo]

Lithopedian they are called.

[Kathwynn]

lil Lily wrote:

<quoted text>
I don't deflect because I know what I'm talking about. It's you who tries to deflect, and with stupidity. I've answered with links that prove you're an ignorant buffoon.
Your silly question proves you don't know what a missed miscarriage is.
As I said, you're a missed embarrassment to yourself. You ARE an embarrassment to yourself, your brain just hasn't noticed it yet.

Lynne have you ever been right about anything? No, I didn't think so...

[Kathwynn]

lil Lily wrote:

We pro-lifers post here to provide facts and to display how stupid and senseless you people who support the right to abort human lives in utero are.

The only facts that most of you little fools provide is the day and month.. After that.. There are no facts. Just a bunch of stupidity that is proven as such on a daily basis. Lynne, the only facts that the antichoice crowd has going for it is the willingness and ability to commit violence. Something that is seen far to often in reality.

From murdering doctors in a church to fire bombing clinics to terrorizing clinical staff and their patients.

Those facts are all to real.

For a bunch of people that claim to be "prolife" movement. It is all to willing to commit murder and terror. Not what I and any reasonable person would call prolife.

[LiIrabbitfoofoo]

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.

They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."

[HuskerDu]

Katie wrote:

<quoted text>
Old news. Older than your foulness wished upon a newborn and her siblings, you effarreye.
<spit>

So, you are a hypocrite, no surprise.

[Bitner]

LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."

:)

By the way, Happy Chanukah.

[LiIrabbitfoofoo]

Bitner wrote:

<quoted text>
:)
By the way, Happy Chanukah.

I thought you would like! Thank you too!

[LiIrabbitfoofoo]

HuskerDu wrote:

<quoted text>So, you are a hypocrite, no surprise.

And you are a moron, THAT is no surprise! LOL

[cpeter1313]

I wanna see THAT as an animated holiday special!

LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said,“Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night."

[Ink]

LiIrabbitfoofoo wrote:

<quoted text>He learned that in the RCC. Fun times huh?

elise in burque wrote:
<quoted text>You're obviously a sadistic freak. Get help.
He learned that in the RCC. Fun times huh?

Is that what you teach your daughter in your multi religion family?

[Ink]

cpeter1313 wrote:

There is no god or jesus.
<quoted text>

How can you be sure?

[HuskerDu]

Ink wrote:

<quoted text>
How can you be sure?

He doesn't know how to believe, his life is full of darkness and hate. He is a rather pathetic little creature.

[Katie]

HuskerDu wrote:

<quoted text>He doesn't know how to believe, his life is full of darkness and hate. He is a rather pathetic little creature.

Your two sentences are contradicting, hypocritical.

My post (the one you mistook for hypocritical) was actually the opposite. I stood by my post showing my frustration with y'all insisting the answer to that hypothetical was anything more than it was. YOU guys made a big deal out of nothing. You guys accused me of all kinds of weird things that came out of your brains, not mine.

And then, a few months later, YOU specifically wished all kinds of horror on a newborn and her siblings.

All while spouting crap like you are the wise instructor of reality and love. Get real. True darkness is so entwined within you, you don't even recognize it in yourself or others. But you sure fool yourself daily, by believing and pointing your crooked little fingers at others, that it's everyone else who's "evil".
<spit>