Click for bigger, Brownbackier!
Ah yes, it was official anti-choice creeps day on the Mall, one of my least favorite days of the year. And tomorrow their detritus will be everywhere, because the religious kooks, year after year, are always the
litterbuggiest protesters ever. New to the scene this year were the legions of Brownback supporters (see above), proving conclusively that he's got the Krazy Vote™ totally locked up. Hooray!
(Also, can we talk about the name
Brownback? It always seems vaguely obscene to me, as in, "Oh, God, sorry... I'm really not into
brownbacking." I mean...
ew.)
Oh, and the title of this post? That's my favorite comeback (try it!) to any anti-choice cretin who dares to try to engage me in "dialog". It always guarantees a hasty retreat. I wish I could take credit for it, but the swish of the combable tail goes to John Waters for that little nugget of joy. My colleague Cathy (co-author, somewhat ironically, of
this book) has an even better one: "I'm a lesbian and I had an abortion. Aren't you glad?"
