You. Morons. All of you.
Wow, here’s a great, obvious point I’m going to make and have made to all of your damn faces a thousand times: I am, and always have been, almost entirely against abortion. Aside from that, I’m Catholic. Go figure: they go hand in hand a lot.
I don’t want to hear about the “Bad for Babies, Bad for Bearden” billboard and how you hate it just to get a rise out of me, and keep going even after I try and change the subject. I don’t want to hear about the morons in the Pro-Life campaign who parade around with dead baby posters. Guess what?! I hate the dead baby posters too. If you talk to anyone in social psychology, they’ll point to the fact that fear tactics don’t work on people. They just make them avoid whatever is bothering them. And if nothing else, it’s just going to scare confused, pregnant women who were already scared to begin with, and that royally pisses me off. Frankly, I’d talk to the people who work on the pro-life campaign but I know that they’d tell me I’m wrong, and most likely begin to chant “Shun the non-believer” in unison.
That being said, you idiots have been around me for years and should already know that. You should also know I don’t like talking about abortion. It’s not up for debate with me. Like I’ve told all of you before, I respect your opinion. I don’t understand why the hell you idiots can’t respect mine, and just let the subject go. I don’t want to discuss any aspect of the issue, and I’ve told all of you that. If you had a half a shred of respect for me and my beliefs, and if you knew everything I’ve gone through, you wouldn’t talk about it with me.
Clearly you idiots don’t care about anything other than yourselves and you stupid little opinions, be they political or religious or whatever. I’m done playing nice, and the next time any of you try and talk about coat hangers and dead fetuses around me, I’m going to take it as a sign that you don’t give a damn about our friendships and I’m going to stop holding back.
If anyone wants to argue, do it to my face, and I assure you that you will have a nice, civil conversation with my politically and socially oppressed middle finger (representing, of course, what no number of words can properly express).