Quakin’ in my boots.

Morford strikes again:

Imagine Bush filches another election in November. Nations mourn, black clouds gather, children cry, colons spasm, the remaining shreds of the American experiment wither and die.
And within a very short time, as many as 30 U.S. states have recriminalized abortion and made repressing women and hating sex fun again, as young American females everywhere who thought their right to choose was pretty much incontrovertible and indisputable and unfailing and who therefore didn’t bother to vote in ’00 or ’04 suddenly go, oh holy freaking hell.
Hello, 1950s. Hello, coat-hanger surgery. Hello, millions of despondent daughters of uptight parents. Hello, dead or mutilated teenage girls who suffer botched procedures. Hello, a fresh national nightmare, revisited, regurgitated, reborn. And hello again to smug right-wing males who’ve wanted to put women back in their place for the past 50 years. Check that: 200 years. Check that: forever.
Just a silly nightmare? Utterly impossible? A ridiculous liberal daydream? Not even close, sweetheart.

He’s always sayin’ what I’m thinkin’…
For real. Social issues really, really count. Our rights are not god given, they are government given. Remember that. The government giveth, and government taketh away.
Please vote.

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