The Furious Spinner

I try not to do a post when I am nearly mindless with rage and frustration. I am trying to have some semblance of calm, but I tell you, this is the time for the Furies. This is the time to sing out those incantations to bring out the Furies to defend us. And the Furies are us. We have to somehow stand against these people who want to defeat us, who view us as less than. I said months ago that what is happening is a war against women. These christian fundies are no different than those people in other religions who want us to wear burqas and never go anywhere without a male relative. We see further proof of this as some pharmacists are refusing to fill prescriptions for birth control and the morning after pill. Sometimes these same pharmacists are then holding the prescription hostage, if you will, so that the woman can't go someplace else to get it filled. Fucking birth control! Margaret Sanger must be spinning in her grave. If we do not have control over our own bodies and reproductive rights then we have NOTHING. Don't let them fool you: they want us on our knees. They want us barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen, cowed, doing only their bidding. And these women who go along with it. Gawd. Collaborators. They are fucking collaborators.

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