Afro-abortion

When New Orleans mayor Ray Nagin lamented how a once-chocolate city had gone vanilla after being washed by the whitening winds of Hurricane Katrina, the pathos did not escape me. I was thinking how hard it would be to get those hundreds of thousands of African-Americans to voluntarily concentrate in one central location again.

But then I cheered up, as the anniversary of the 1973 Roe v. Wade decision – that liberated women from the tyranny of their biology – got me thinKKKing about the blessing that abortion has been to this country for the last 25 years. After all, what does it matter where the former residents of Nestle Orleans go, so long as they continue to exercise their emanative and penumbrad reproductive rights?

Vox Day

I can't help but wonder how many clueless libs will climb me (and/or Vox Day) with shrill accusations of racism and bigotry. Certainly some of the erstwhile denizens of the BP who have previously exhibited an inability to comprehend what they read will curse me to themselves if not to their friends.

The quality of the satire (yes, it is satire, you clueless, liberal boob) is vicious. But it pales in comparison to the vicious nature of the condition it exposes.