I don’t know how I’m going to write about this shit for Pith. I’ve already gone from angry to depressed. Maybe we women need to hire step-dads to go advocate for us downtown, since we don’t count as real Tennesseans worthy of liberty.
At this point, I’m just waiting to see which sadistic fuck it is who’s going to sponsor the bill to require your doctor to sexually assault you before you can have an abortion. Then they’ll claim criticism of the bill is just unreasonable hyperbole. And we’ll explain why it’s not. And it won’t matter.
They’ll find a way to defund Planned Parenthood, mark my words. Because it doesn’t matter to them. Even the ones who can’t behave can just send their “problems” to Illinois.
Our only hope, really, is that there are enough Republicans who want to govern like grown-ups that they’ll keep the fringe in line.
But that’s pretty slim.
I’d like to get to the point where it’s funny, but I’m not there yet.