I was walking down 12th street, which was fun, past the (vacuum cleaner sound begins in the background) First Presbyterian Church where I used to go to Sunday school, which I still have pleasant memories of. I still don't think of those Sunday school years as fundamentalist brain-washing for the patriarchy.
So it was a pleasant stroll down 12th street til I came upon 6th Avenue and I saw this s******* getting out of his car. I could tell immediately that he was a s******* because the back of his t-shirt said, "As a former fetus, I oppose abortion."
My first instinct was to shout at him, "As a fellow former fetus, I wish you had been an abortion." But I let him walk on ahead of me because I'm not a violent man. I'm not a violent man but I could already picture myself jumping him from behind and punching him, and punching him until my knuckles and his face were a barely distinguishable bloodied, mangled mess.
So I figured, let him walk ahead of me. Get away from me. Get, get away from me. I don't even wanna look at you, you ugly, smarmy pig because I figure, what good would it do for me to get arrested for beating on this one guy so I could sit in jail while he continues to walk the streets, closing down clinics, shooting doctors, attacking women. Oh, don't get me started.
So, so, so I sat on a stoop for a minute or two til I cooled off and then I set fire to his car and just walked away feeling good about myself 'cause, for once in my life, I showed a little restraint.
So it was a pleasant stroll down 12th street til I came upon 6th Avenue and I saw this s******* getting out of his car. I could tell immediately that he was a s******* because the back of his t-shirt said, "As a former fetus, I oppose abortion."
My first instinct was to shout at him, "As a fellow former fetus, I wish you had been an abortion." But I let him walk on ahead of me because I'm not a violent man. I'm not a violent man but I could already picture myself jumping him from behind and punching him, and punching him until my knuckles and his face were a barely distinguishable bloodied, mangled mess.
So I figured, let him walk ahead of me. Get away from me. Get, get away from me. I don't even wanna look at you, you ugly, smarmy pig because I figure, what good would it do for me to get arrested for beating on this one guy so I could sit in jail while he continues to walk the streets, closing down clinics, shooting doctors, attacking women. Oh, don't get me started.
So, so, so I sat on a stoop for a minute or two til I cooled off and then I set fire to his car and just walked away feeling good about myself 'cause, for once in my life, I showed a little restraint.