Can we get much more sick?

More on using murder to fuel the t-shirt industry: here and here. And for a bit of Swiftian giggles - and hopefully eye-openers, take a look here.

Sad, sick, blind. Welcome to "sophistication." It's rather like those with money aren't mad, their eccentric, so those socialites such as Amy Richards aren't murderers, they're abortion cheerleaders. Normally when a murderer says she's not sorry, we lock her up and advise psychiatric care.

More than anything, I sorrow for those women who have had abortions who aren't allowed to even grieve - they're made to celebrate by those who convinced and procured for them the murder in the first place. It's rather like the Jewish lament during the Babylonian exile: (very paraphrased) They tell us sing a song of Zion - but how can we sing a song of Zion when we are so far from the Holy Land?

Mood: Nnnngh
Music: What else? De-Lovely
Tonight: Went well - alleluia. :)