“We never advocate taking a life of an unborn child unless it is necessary to protect the life of a woman,” said Joe Pojman,executive director of the Texas Alliance for Life.

Even in cases of rape or incest, “we don’t advocate for taking the life of an unborn child for the crime of the father,” he said.

The law’s supporters say that it provides sufficient leeway for physicians to act if a mother’s life or bodily functions are compromised, and they insist those cases are rare.

Dr. Ingrid Skop, an obstetrician in San Antonio who belongs to the American Association of Pro-Life Obstetricians and Gynecologists, said that even a girl as young as 9 or 10, impregnated by a father or a brother, could carry a baby to term without health risks.–New York Times, Nov. 26, 2021

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“I have been in the situation of counseling young girls, not 13 but 15, who have had very at risk, difficult pregnancies. And my counsel was to look for some alternatives, which they did. And they found that they had made what was really a lemon situation into lemonade.”–Nevada Senate candidate Sharron Angle (R.) on her opposition to abortion in the hypothetical case of a teenager who was raped by her father. (July 8, 2010)

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You know that for a while there I was just a little down
After that thing with Daddy, while Mom was out of town.
The other kids in junior high can sometimes be so mean.
Like, I’m a slut? Give me a break. What about Charlene?
And Mom was all like, who’s the guy? Your Dad will go ballistic.
Which made me laugh so hard I couldn’t help feel optimistic.
I know that awful Mr. Reid would want me to abort it.
It’s cheaper for the taxpayers than having to support it.
But Daddy always taught us that we can’t turn to Big Brother
To help us out of trouble, so I just became a mother.
It’s just like Mrs. Angle told us, look up to the sky
Every lemon situation was decreed from way on high.
And every little citrus fruit was put here to be squeezed
Just add some ice and sugar and the angels will be pleased.
Serve it up with cookies and your biggest widest grin.
Your whole life has been ruined, but at least you didn’t sin.

“Turning Ahmaud Arbery into a victim after the choices that he made does not reflect the reality of what brought Ahmaud Arbery to Satilla Shores in his khaki shorts with no socks to cover his long, dirty toenails.” —From the summation by Laura Hoge, lawyer for one of the three men convicted of murdering Black jogger Ahmaud Arbery.

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“Everyone in Georgia knows

How to wash between their toes.

There are cells in Georgia’s jails

For those who fail to clip their nails.

Georgia says no sir and no ma’am

To feet with uncut nails or toe jam.

Justice should be swift and sure

For those who lack a pedicure,

Or go out running in all sorts 

Of pants instead of nylon shorts.

My client didn’t want some tacky

Jogger wearing cut-off khaki

Running on his family’s street

With uncut nails on dirty feet.

If the sneaker doesn’t fit

The runner’s foot, you must acquit!”

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When the facts are on your side

Pound the facts. Or else elide

Inconvenient truths, or hide

That your client simply lied.

If all else fails, just be snide.

The metaverse is the next evolution of social connection. Our company’s vision is to help bring the metaverse to life, so we are changing our name to reflect our commitment to this future.–Mark Zuckerberg, announcing that his company is changing its name to “Meta.”

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Jeff Bezos wants to reach the sky

Mark Zuckerberg, instead,

Like a parasitic fly

Lives inside your head.

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He doesn’t want to go to space,

So credit his intentions.

His master plan for saving Face

Exists in four dimensions.

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With goggles perched upon your nose

A bud inside your ear

The algorithm always knows

What you see and hear.

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Life creeping in its petty pace

Is overdue to get a

Jet-fueled ride to cyberspace

Your future will be meta.

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And so while other billionaires

Are probing new frontiers

Zuckerberg is like, “Who cares?

I’ll live between your ears.”

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And two can play this meta-game

So though it seems perverse

From now on, this blog’s new name

Is Jerry Adler’s Meta-Verse.

The organized left is deliberately putting unvaccinated Trump supporters in an impossible position where they can either NOT get a life-saving vaccine or CAN feel like cucks* caving to the ugliest, smuggest bullies in the world. –Breitbart.com

If they can force a COVID vax

Upon this once-free nation,

They’ll make you pay your income tax

And sneak in fluoridation.

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Proposals for the  “common good”—

Democracy’s great curse

Liberals playing Robin Hood—

Will land us in a hearse.

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“Live free or die” is my war cry

It’s tattooed on my bicep

And as you see, “Don’t tread on me,”

Is on this flag that I shlep.

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A fully loaded M-16

Will take out social rot

Try and give me your vaccine—

I’ll match you, shot for shot.

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So if you go and get the jab

And let yourself get stuck

Your moral fiber’s turned to flab

You’re just another cuck.

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So go and beg and plead and wheedle

Argue, threaten, try to charm

You can stick your COVID needle

In my cold dead arm.

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*”Cuck” (n.colloq.): A slur, derived from “cuckold,” invented by right-wing macho assholes to impugn the masculinity of supposedly weak-minded liberals.

September’s song is sung at last

There’s time for one more glorious

Summer-ending binge and blast

On the Day Laborious

Come and join the big parade

It’s guaranteed to thrill ya

As long as you stand in the shade

So heatstroke doesn’t kill ya

It’s always fun to have a cookout!

Marking how the summer ends

To be safe, though, you must look out

And not invite your friends.

Come and see the fireworks!

As soon as it gets dark

With any luck, us hapless jerks

Won’t burn down the park

You can even take your boat out!

You don’t need a dock

From your front door, you can float out

And row yourself around the block.

And even though it’s kind of tough

Your whole house was destroyed

You can shop and buy new stuff

If you’re not unemployed.

The Fake News is pushing the narrative hard 

A hurricane’s coming and flooding your yard

The Sound and the Ocean will turn Suffolk blue

Just Google “The Storm” (1) and the sayings of Q.

So listen up, Sheeple, before it’s too late,

Hurricane Henri: The next Watergate,

Created in China and launched in Caracas,

With hundred-foot waves, intended to knock us

Out of our houses, here on Long Island,

Making it cheap so the Clintons can buy land

And turn it all over for communal farming

Which is why patriots better start arming.

It’s all in a tweet by the guy from My Pillow

He showed me how hackers got into my Zillow

Like Tucker Carlson, it’s just that I’m curious:

Why are they calling the wind “fast and furious?” (2)

The hurricane “warning” is just a big hoax

To e-VAXX-uate you. Don’t fall for it, folks!

When all of our houses are just empty lots

They’ll round us all up make us take shots.

All these are questions that all should be asked.

The truth they are hiding will soon be … unmasked.

(1) “The Storm” was the imaginary operation in which the military and FBI rounded up a cabal of pedophiles associated with the Clinton and Obama administrations, a central prediction of the Q Anon conspiracy theory.

(2) “Fast and Furious” was the codename for a federal investigation of gun smuggling on the border with Mexico that went awry, a long-running obsession on Fox News.

Shortly after Jeff Bezos — the world’s richest man — completed his first spaceflight, Rep. Earl Blumenauer (D., Oreg.) announced he’s working on a plan for a new tax targeting space tourism.  The Securing Protections Against Carbon Emissions (SPACE) Tax Act would create new excise taxes on commercial space flights with human passengers for non-research purposes. 

Masters of the Universe!

Slipping surly bonds of Earth

Seeking to escape the curse

Of taxes based on your net worth.

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Space is just a cavity

For billionaires to fill,

Suspend the law of gravity

Or bend it to their will.

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And because it’s hollow

Different rules apply

The IRS can’t follow

You into the sky.

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Since the time that man first knew

The night sky’s strange seductions

The dream lives on inside of you,

Of infinite deductions.

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And in the rocket’s bright red glare

Your glory is reflected

Hate or love a billionaire,

He doesn’t get elected.

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The rockets of Apollo

Opened up the door

To space. And as you follow

Just keep out the poor.

To the Editor:

I am writing to express my disappointment over Paul Krugman’s June 8 column, “Yellen’s New Alliance Against Leprechauns.” This is not the first time your columnist has used the word “leprechaun” when referring to Ireland, and I see it as my duty to point out that this represents an unacceptable slur. I do not go along with Mr. Krugman’s disingenuous excuse that “the Irish have a sense of humor” about his attacks on us...–Daniel Mulhall, ambassador of Ireland to the United States, New York Times, July 11.

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In Ireland they get the joke.

But nowadays, we all are woke.

They got their Irish up and spoke

On behalf of Little Folk.

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Sharing our weird obsessions:

With mini-slurs, micro-aggressions,

Seeking out those small transgressions

No matter how baroque.

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Now we all must watch ourselves

Not to speak ill of the elves

Always be alert and wary

For words that might insult a fairy,

Or any unintended slight

Toward a dwarf or gnome or sprite,

Meanly cast aspersions on

The iconic leprechaun.

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And so we come, on both knees bended,

To any creature we offended.

Just because you aren’t real

Doesn’t mean that you can’t feel.

Help us cleanse our hearts and souls.

We respect you even if you’re trolls.

The Centers for Disease Control warns Americans not to get intimate with their pet chickens

The CDC has spoken and the question must be asked

Is it safe to kiss your chicken if you both are masked?

Can you snog your poultry with relative impunity

If you’ve reached the threshold for achieving “flock immunity”?

If you’ve locked down your cages, then is it safe to sneak

A cuddle with your fowl, cheek to cheek and beak to beak? 

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Home the chickens come to roost, but check to see they’re glatt 

Do they all have feathers, or could one be a bat?

Make sure there are chicken feet on those chicken legs

And better look beneath them, to see if they lay eggs.

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So if your chicken has been called to heaven’s chicken coop

Rinse her off with Clorox first, before you make that soup.

And keep a social distance and enforce a quarantine

If you plan to serve her up as chicken Florentine.

Just take a little Q-tip to perform a rapid test

To look for antibodies in a drumstick or a breast.

And for your Caesar salad, you must boil your uovo

According to an order that comes straight from Andrew Cuomo.

Heed what Dr. Fauci says, make sure she gets her shot

Before you put your chicken in the oven or the pot.

‘Cause you don’t want your henhouse to be guarded by a Fox

You don’t want Tucker Carlson to give you chicken pox.

“What does all this mean to you?”

Can I get an exemption

From the fate of every Jew

To achieve redemption

Directly from the angry god

Who laid down the prescription:

You should never spare the rod—

It might spoil an Egyptian.

Slavery is worse than jail

But if freedom must be won

By locusts, boils and frogs and hail

And the death of Pharaoh’s son

I’ll take my chances making bricks

Of straw and clay and mud

There’s nothing you or God can fix

With a river turned to blood.