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Ha!
(I like his sweater though, he should've left off the shirt beneath it.)
I won't go into the whole tale, because it will piss me off to no end, and bring up a topic of debate on this forum that probably should not be addressed.
I was out shopping today, and there was this massive pro-life demonstration going on outside. A few of them tried preaching their business to me, in a less-than-diplomatic manner. I'll simply say this:
1. I hate pro-lifers. Yes, hate them. I don't 'dislike' them, I don't merely hate their beliefs - I hate them, as people. If it were my choice, I would collect pro-lifers across the globe and exterminate them.
2. I hate religious fundamentalists. They are ignorant, pig-headed, weak, mindless, hypocritical fuckbags. Said fundamentalists are usually pro-lifers as well. If they're not, well, kill them too.
3. I hate people shoving their dogmas in my face. My belief system is not up for negotiation. You will not enlighten me with pamphlets, slogan-chanting, threats of hellfire, or gruesome photos. I find NOTHING more insulting and invasive than someone trying to push their credo on me. It's an intellectual rape, and I won't stand for it.
Needless to say, I was rather upset that these people approached me with their tripe. I politely asked them to leave me alone. That did not suffice. I told them I had no interest in what they were saying. That did not suffice either. I told them to try me again after they'd each adopted a few abandoned crack babies, and expressed my concern over their masturbation habits, as surely, wasted sperm is an abortion of sorts.
There was some shouting. I didn't go ballistic and hit anyone; that ain't my style. But the police did break up the altercation, and we got carted away.
Total waste of my day, and I was supposed to get a goddamn haircut.
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