Dear South Dakota
Dearest South Dakota,
I suppose I ought to make arrangements to move to your fine state. After all, your brilliant government seems to have cured every social ill that plagues the other 49 states in our great union. Nay, your land is free of disabled elderly forgotten by their adult children; stray pets breeding into dirty overpopulation; kids abused physically, mentally, and sexually; homeless families fallen on hard times. South Dakota is a precious gem, a modern utopia, where every single citizen, animal, tree, rock, and air molecule is free, happy, and clean. Safe and protected.
That, I suppose, is why only now, only after the needs of the above have been met, that South Dakota desires to save and protect the unborn children. There is simply no-one nor nothing else left to save. Or protect.
Fuck you, South Dakota.
Sil no Közi-Erdel
P.S. And the coat hanger I rode in on.
P.P.S. I commit murder every 28 days thanks to my regular period.
Oh, and fuck you.
I suppose I ought to make arrangements to move to your fine state. After all, your brilliant government seems to have cured every social ill that plagues the other 49 states in our great union. Nay, your land is free of disabled elderly forgotten by their adult children; stray pets breeding into dirty overpopulation; kids abused physically, mentally, and sexually; homeless families fallen on hard times. South Dakota is a precious gem, a modern utopia, where every single citizen, animal, tree, rock, and air molecule is free, happy, and clean. Safe and protected.
That, I suppose, is why only now, only after the needs of the above have been met, that South Dakota desires to save and protect the unborn children. There is simply no-one nor nothing else left to save. Or protect.
Fuck you, South Dakota.
Sil no Közi-Erdel
P.S. And the coat hanger I rode in on.
P.P.S. I commit murder every 28 days thanks to my regular period.
Oh, and fuck you.