The Birth Pangs gang of feminist bloggers rarely finds it difficult to locate current issues and recent news items to fuel our blog posts. Some stories, like that of Marine Cpl Maria Lauterbach do not lend themselves to satire; we blog about those with fierce determination and respect for those harmed by the abortion criminalizers and womb-blob worshippers.
And then, some events and phenomenons are simply too goofy or absurd to approach with anything but spoofery and ridicule. And it appears that we have soul-mates out there in the blog-o-sphere who share our sense of humour, and moreover, are pushing the lampoonery envelope beyond …. well far beyond something.
A sample from World-O-Crap:
Teens Use Stranger’s Fetus As A Tamagotchi
Remember those virtual pets that were all the rage in the 1990s? Well, they’re back, more life-like than ever, and best of all, they’re in your uterus!
WALLINGFORD, PA. — The bell rang and the eighth graders jumped up, eager to compare notes.“I named my baby Kyle Patrick,” one shouted. “Mine is Antonio!”
At the urging of an antiabortion activist, they had each pledged to “spiritually adopt” a fetus developing in an unknown woman — to name it, love it from afar and above all, pray daily that the mother-to-be would not choose abortion.
Ah, another arrow in the Womb Raiders’ quiver. Following upon the success of the pioneering “post-abortive men,” who conclusively proved that the LA Times will give front page coverage to any anti-choice scheme so long as it’s insanely presumptuous, hysterically lachrymose, and slightly more phallocentric than the altpenis-com entry on autofellatio. In today’s page one shocker, the secret anti-abortion weapon involves anonymous, non-consensual stealth adoptions by remote control. I can only hope that after these imaginary fetuses have grown to adulthood, one of them shows up at the door of their “spiritual father” and demands 18 years back child support.
From here.






I named mine Grover Norquist, and now I’m taking him towards the bathtub …
Oh noes!
Well, perhaps that will cleanse him of … whatever his dirty conscience needs to shed.
How about a nice ice cream cone for him, afterwards?