Ah, OK. *Now* that makes sense

Yesterday, I posted this link to Facebook - (Pull Quote: A far-reaching anti-choice bill includes a provision that could redefine rape. Date rape? Not rape anymore. Drugged? Nope. Show the GOP "no" means "no" - sign the petition demanding Congress oppose this horrible legislation.)

And I thought -- along with "Who the frack are these people?" -- "What in ghod's name is going on in their tiny minds?"

This morning's email brings the answer to Question the Second. (Pull Quotes: After a series of suspicious visits by individuals claiming to be sex traffickers, Planned Parenthood reported to Attorney General Eric Holder on what appeared to be an illegal undercover video operation targeting 12 of its clinics nationwide. It sought an FBI probe of those involved and any possible violations of interstate sex trafficking laws by the suspicious infiltrators.1

and...

Republicans have introduced H.R. 3, the "No Taxpayer Funding for Abortion Act," which already boasts 173 co-sponsors. The bill, among other things, would essentially mean the end of private insurance coverage for abortion. It also includes an outrageous provision that would restrict federally assisted abortion coverage only to victims of what the law defines as "forcible rape.

Some days? It's very, very hard not to hate the entire human race.


EDITED: Link to Planned Parenthood story. Thanks jhawk!

In which Rolanni is disjointed

About eleven inches of fluffy white stuff, using the sole-of-the-boot-to-the-snowline-on-the-jeans measurement. I opted to work from home in-between shoveling, which was a good call. And! The plowman cometh and the plowman goeth. Blessed be the plowman. So that's all good.

Unfortunately, I seem to have to annoyed the bad shoulder with all this playing around in the snow. Will apply alcohol.

I made a start on the taxes, got confused, gave it up for bad job and took a long, loooonnnng hot shower while Steve baked chocolate chip cookies. Mmmmm, chocolate chip cookies.

In other news, I repeat this PSA from Facebook:

Oh, look! A PSA! If you would like to be FB "friends", please don't assume that I know you're a longtime reader (if you are), even if we met once at a convention. Give me a hint in your friend request of who you are. I am TERRIBLE at names -- this is why the Gods of Cons give us name badges. *Some*times, I can figure out that So-and-So who is requesting a "friending" is one of Our People by the likes and interests on their profile. Other times? Not so much. So -- be proactive. If I can't figure you out in a two second glance at your name/profile, I'll ignore the request. Thanks.


Mozart informs me that he is already behind on chin-rubs for the month of February, and asks what I intend to do about it. I think we all know the answer to that.

G'night. Stay safe. It's a nasty ol' world out there.