Gallimaufry
metaquotes always tends to bring the amusement, but the story of the possum is one you must not miss.
The mystery remained until one night when Mrs. W came home from work and kicked off her shoes, and was chillin' in the living room when she heard banging noises from the kitchen, where the catflap was. She ignored the first few, until she heard the garbage can topple over. "AHA," she said, wroth at the thought of the mess. "I have caught you, cat! Prepare to become tacos!" She charged into her kitchen, furious, and flipped on the lights only to be confronted with... a possum. A very large possum. A very large possum, who until the moment before, had been happily inhaling cat kibble from the free-feed bowl, and was now very annoyed at Mrs. W's actions, inasmuch as they had ruined the fine-dining atmosphere that he had come to enjoy.
It gets even funnier from there. (Animal lovers will appreciate knowing that no possums were hurt in the writing of this story. Rather the opposite.)
The Washington Post has noticed that shitty little "my conscience is more important than my patients" proposed regulation. It's a lot more restrained than the subject deserves and it doesn't give places to send in your comments (30 days are still ticking by - it's not too late to say something!) but it does note that even the bill's supporters have noticed that although it's *framed* as not having to make doctors do those icky abortions, the actual *language* has no such limitations and can mean anyone, from the janitor on up, can refuse to do dick for a patient if they don't believe in it.
May Mr. Levitt need a transfusion... and the only doctor in the ER be a Jehovah's Witness. He'll find out damn fast the vast difference between the right to a certain treatment and access to the same.
The mystery remained until one night when Mrs. W came home from work and kicked off her shoes, and was chillin' in the living room when she heard banging noises from the kitchen, where the catflap was. She ignored the first few, until she heard the garbage can topple over. "AHA," she said, wroth at the thought of the mess. "I have caught you, cat! Prepare to become tacos!" She charged into her kitchen, furious, and flipped on the lights only to be confronted with... a possum. A very large possum. A very large possum, who until the moment before, had been happily inhaling cat kibble from the free-feed bowl, and was now very annoyed at Mrs. W's actions, inasmuch as they had ruined the fine-dining atmosphere that he had come to enjoy.
It gets even funnier from there. (Animal lovers will appreciate knowing that no possums were hurt in the writing of this story. Rather the opposite.)
The Washington Post has noticed that shitty little "my conscience is more important than my patients" proposed regulation. It's a lot more restrained than the subject deserves and it doesn't give places to send in your comments (30 days are still ticking by - it's not too late to say something!) but it does note that even the bill's supporters have noticed that although it's *framed* as not having to make doctors do those icky abortions, the actual *language* has no such limitations and can mean anyone, from the janitor on up, can refuse to do dick for a patient if they don't believe in it.
May Mr. Levitt need a transfusion... and the only doctor in the ER be a Jehovah's Witness. He'll find out damn fast the vast difference between the right to a certain treatment and access to the same.