I'm trying to cope, but it's hard on my tender Zygote sized heart.
Maybe someday, when I'm born, I'll understand?
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Massacred Children
I hate it when people don't get how wrong child massacre is.
I'm trying to cope, but it's hard on my tender Zygote sized heart.
Maybe someday, when I'm born, I'll understand?
I'm trying to cope, but it's hard on my tender Zygote sized heart.
Maybe someday, when I'm born, I'll understand?
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
COULD'A TOLD YA,,,
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| When her candidate loses, a somber zygote MUST go shopping. This? Well! Just HAD to have it. |
Zygote feels like boasting when she recalls her certainty over Mr. Romney's biggest mistake. Being but a Little BigBaby, she is about to give in to that urge.
Mr. Romney chose Paul Ryan for his running mate instead of Condi Rice, or that Cuban guy from FL... uh, OhYeah. Marco Rubio. He could'a, but he didn't. Well, the day he announced Ryan, something churned in my TUM like a bad case of baby reflux.
He's done, I said to my weeish Zygote self.
Not like I have anything against Mr. Ryan (tho it's Jim & Ned Ryun who have made bigger, better principled waves), but...
... two thin slices of white Wonder Bread
a winning Presidential Race do not make.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
My ELECTION DAY EARS are BURNING
"There is no worse tyranny than anarchy... It's the vacuum of power that creates the greatest tyranny."
- - - Chuck Colson
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| (AnarchyPersonified and devoted OBAMAphyte: Erwin Chemerinsky, UC Irvine) |
Baby AmZyg here. What's Up?
What I just heard Erwin Chemerinsky say made me fall off my Zygote chair.
He's the "Founding Law School Dean" at the once sane and conservative UC Irvine. (POOR UCI. No longer sane. No longer conservative!)
He was radio interviewed a few days ago on KPCC, I think,
when he said that, faced with an unwanted pregnancy, women don't need to bother with the SCIENCE OF WHEN LIFE BEGINS. He insisted women could make up their own minds for themselves when life begins. . .
. . . that the question is a moral one, not a scientific one AND THAT MORALS VARY from one person to the next; that, when it came to questions of the "viability of an unborn child," what was alive and living for one woman could be unalive and unliving for another woman!
!!! ??? !!! ??? !!!
I'll be sure and remember that, Mr. C, when it's my turn to start driving in sixteen years. If my driver's ed instructor freaks out because I won't slow down for random stuff like stop signs and red lights, I'll just give him Mr. C's number at UC Irvine; tell him to COMPLAIN to Mr. C's law department if he has any problem with my moral choices.
"I can make up my own mind about moral issues, and I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE, FOR ME, RED LIGHTS ARE FAIR OR CIVIL OR, REALLY, EVEN NECESSARY, SO I WON'T STOP FOR THEM.
That's my truth. I just FEEL it within.
That's what's TRUE FOR ME."
MY truth.
My very own PERSONAL truth.
How FUN.
And how cool?
Think of possibilities for my awesome future on planet Life. Maybe I can kill people who offend me, because Mr. Chemerinsky said. That is, if my Mom's personal truth doesn't kill me first.
Oh, man.
Let the UC Irvine Wild Lawsuit Rumpus begin.
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| GOOD GUY: John Eastman, Chapman University. |
I liked the OTHER guy interviewed that day. John Eastman at Chapman U School of Law. A sane alternative.
[HeavyDeepLungful of en-utero SIGHingness.]
If every Obama/Feinstein/Lowenthal voter knew how approaching collapse her world is, her opinions might veer slightly closer to reality than to Mr. Chemerinsky's You-Can-Have-It-All narcissism.
!I keep having to hold my breath for everything...
@#$%^~!
(Sorry. Whose ears are burning now?)
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
"I'm Diane Feinstein, and I Approved This..."
The incumbent Senator is a dinosaur. Somehow, she imagines she scores points with the electorate by proclaiming the tired old adage...
"... and I'll always support the right to choose."
Give me a break, Diane.
Do you think I don't know?
Do you think we zygote voters (too small to waddle into a voting booth, but not too small to use our very alive, very intelligent little brain waves), do you think we don't jump in with our own voice-over when we hear your radio or TV ads that tottle your election wares? *
"...you'll always support our right..."
"...you'll always support our right to..."
"...you'll always support our right to choose...
...to kill our own children."
We can finish that sentence for you, Ms. F. We're not stupid.
I wouldn't want to be born if I thought the electorate,
who hear Diane Feinstein evoke
the false "right" to kill
an innocent human baby,
can't figure out
that what she's really selling is
that what she's really selling is
wholesale cultural suicide.
And the death of me and all my accidental brethren.
I think people are smarter than that.
At least I HOPE so,
anyway.
( * I know, you think the word should be "touting," but that's a grown up word, and the candidate conjures up more of a toddler image, like a wee one who follows after whomever's in charge, you see.)
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Drill, Romney, Drill, 2012
IF I HEAR SOMEONE SAY "LET ME BE PERFECTLY CLEAR" one more time, why, I'm gonna grab the nearest shoe and hurl it...
Why anyone would sign up for a presidential campaign is a mystery of Zygotish proportions. People who survive a contest that is 10 parts WWF, 10 parts GEEK, and 80 parts beauty contest have earned my undying fascination and unmitigated disrespect. So, today, in spite of my torpid spiral into depression over a property dispute with L.A. County, I keep pouring out prayer for some kind of conservative traction to find favor with the God of the universe in whom everything lives and moves and has its being ( - ness. beingness. Beingness?), and while He's at it, to find favor with the middle-of-the road California voter.
As I spun thru town today [ well of course this Zygote has a tricycle license, how else do you think she achieved the heights of her third grade educational prowess? ], slowly turning corners in an 18 year old clunker with KUSC softly blaring out rolled down tricycle windows, I pondered my own obscene contradiction in beingness: one minute, a profane, foul mouthed sinner, and the next, sputtering out prayers for public figures.
( well,
my ZYGOTE life dOEs depend on them... So, I was humbled that, lacking character myself, I cannot throw stones at the shallow dearth of candidates fronted by the Party of Pro-Life, the Republicans.)
Once a pro abortion governor, now a pro-life wannabe, candidate Romney's inconsistencies are far too complex for my tiny Zygote brain to wrap around. But as I balleted my three wheeled smog boat past a weedy patch of meridian succulents, I had A Most Brilliant Idea for the Romney campaign to extricate itself from rumors that he has never filthied his fingernails.
In the spirit of teaching those Dems just who it is that cares more than they, you get twelve Chevy truckloads of high school and college students wearing Cal-Trans Orange tee shirts with giant Republican Elephants on their backs so there's no mistaking just who these hard working, public welfare minded darlings are, and you flashmob all the littered weed patches and roadsides where frequent voters are known to congregate (and ballet their own Pious Priuses past), and let the world know that conservative SUPPORTERS ARE NOT AFRAID OF HARD WORK, NOT AFRAID OF WEEDS AND LITTER, NOT AFRAID TO SERVE HUMANITY IN SELFLESS, VOTE-GETTING FASHION, AND SURELY NOT AFRAID to reveal how obsessive-compulsive-thinking can translate into stooping over roadside weed patches and litter strewn vacant lots.
When the errand running public sees these roving bands of neon shirted Republican servants rolling up sleeves for humanity, OH, what a dent could be made in vote totals for the overly suave, golf crazed, "perfectly clear" incumbent: Obama would finally be outed as the privileged country club primadonna that he is, and Romney, or whomever takes his place, would be seen as the slack jawed, muscular man of the people. Photo ops of Romney himself, drilling off the CA coast in hard hat and oil spattered gear would go far, but only if he can stanch the holes he's drilled in voter perceptions of the Republican Party with their smooth talking, snake-like double-dealing charm.
If only I had a megaphone and a tiny zygote stool to stand on. "are we CLear, are we CLEAR, ARE WE CL E A RR?"
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| Random X-O image, Orange County, CA |
Why anyone would sign up for a presidential campaign is a mystery of Zygotish proportions. People who survive a contest that is 10 parts WWF, 10 parts GEEK, and 80 parts beauty contest have earned my undying fascination and unmitigated disrespect. So, today, in spite of my torpid spiral into depression over a property dispute with L.A. County, I keep pouring out prayer for some kind of conservative traction to find favor with the God of the universe in whom everything lives and moves and has its being ( - ness. beingness. Beingness?), and while He's at it, to find favor with the middle-of-the road California voter.
As I spun thru town today [ well of course this Zygote has a tricycle license, how else do you think she achieved the heights of her third grade educational prowess? ], slowly turning corners in an 18 year old clunker with KUSC softly blaring out rolled down tricycle windows, I pondered my own obscene contradiction in beingness: one minute, a profane, foul mouthed sinner, and the next, sputtering out prayers for public figures.
( well,
my ZYGOTE life dOEs depend on them... So, I was humbled that, lacking character myself, I cannot throw stones at the shallow dearth of candidates fronted by the Party of Pro-Life, the Republicans.)
Once a pro abortion governor, now a pro-life wannabe, candidate Romney's inconsistencies are far too complex for my tiny Zygote brain to wrap around. But as I balleted my three wheeled smog boat past a weedy patch of meridian succulents, I had A Most Brilliant Idea for the Romney campaign to extricate itself from rumors that he has never filthied his fingernails.
In the spirit of teaching those Dems just who it is that cares more than they, you get twelve Chevy truckloads of high school and college students wearing Cal-Trans Orange tee shirts with giant Republican Elephants on their backs so there's no mistaking just who these hard working, public welfare minded darlings are, and you flashmob all the littered weed patches and roadsides where frequent voters are known to congregate (and ballet their own Pious Priuses past), and let the world know that conservative SUPPORTERS ARE NOT AFRAID OF HARD WORK, NOT AFRAID OF WEEDS AND LITTER, NOT AFRAID TO SERVE HUMANITY IN SELFLESS, VOTE-GETTING FASHION, AND SURELY NOT AFRAID to reveal how obsessive-compulsive-thinking can translate into stooping over roadside weed patches and litter strewn vacant lots.
When the errand running public sees these roving bands of neon shirted Republican servants rolling up sleeves for humanity, OH, what a dent could be made in vote totals for the overly suave, golf crazed, "perfectly clear" incumbent: Obama would finally be outed as the privileged country club primadonna that he is, and Romney, or whomever takes his place, would be seen as the slack jawed, muscular man of the people. Photo ops of Romney himself, drilling off the CA coast in hard hat and oil spattered gear would go far, but only if he can stanch the holes he's drilled in voter perceptions of the Republican Party with their smooth talking, snake-like double-dealing charm.
If only I had a megaphone and a tiny zygote stool to stand on. "are we CLear, are we CLEAR, ARE WE CL E A RR?"
Saturday, September 1, 2012
I hope when I am born, I'm a girl.
I hope when I am born, they name me Condi Rice AmZyg. Or Ann Romney AmZyg. How's this: "Condi RiAnn Romney Zygote."
In fact, all those Republican women made it look fun to be female. CONSERVATIVE and female.
I want to be born a conservative-hero AmericanFemale.
Could this really be happening? Could it finally be safe to be born in America?
Good thing I'm a zygote. I can hold my breath for a really, really long time.
Friday, August 17, 2012
theWickedWitch Is... Still With Us
Helen Gurley Brown is dead.
And within the same week, news from Harvard that human DNA is the most useful, stable and efficient data storage cabinet??
I link these two events because Mrs. Brown and her ilk - - and there are untold millions of them since she started preaching to unfortunate women aROUND the wORLD that sex is best used as a recreational fun-toy - - they would have my tiny zygote bones relegated to the Trash Heap in order to preserve the sacred safe and legal right to...
{an abortion / kill one's offspring} <-- you fill in the blank
... whenever a female regrets her inevitable pregnancies. And, almost as dire, her minions dwell in unkempt homes with drips and spills and dirty everything, because feminism has banished the art of housekeeping and the old wonders of Home Economics Once Upon A Time taught in every public school in North America.
But NOW my tiny zygote bones are famous. I am officially declared, by the Hallowed Harvard scions of intellectual superiority, to be comprised of the tiniest, timeless, artful, fantasmagorical pixie dust they now call DNA DATA STORAGE, and I am now PROVEN to be everything Bernard Nathanson and Lennart Nilsson said I was.
And when I am grown up, I plan to get really good at housekeeping, and keeping my counters wiped off at least hourly.
I am the new gold standard.
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Embryologists, geneticists, and intellectually honest medical practitioners will tell you that my zygote self contains EVERY PIECE OF GENETIC INFORMATION that my adult human form will ever possess. I am completely like YOU, just smaller; a complete adult is mysteriously, fully encoded within my zygote self, jam-packed with EVERYTHING NEEDED to live, to grow,
...It is ONLY because I am hidden and easily overpowered that the abortion lobby can have its way with me,
and Harvard geneticists can 'dis' me.
And Helen Gurley Brown can dismiss my bulgy eyes. Shallow people hate my bulgy eyes.
That's why we won't wait for Cosmo to ring out the glorious news from Harvard. Helen Gurley Brown was a not my friend.
Via her "International Edition," the wicked witch of the west has watched her shallow little rag infect the minds of the fools worldwide. It is unsafe to be a zygote ANYWHERE.
Collateral damage? the Marriage Covenant. This sacred social contract is now considered nothing more than a worthless piece of paper everywhere you go. Thanks a lot, Ms. Brown. I don't know why she wasn't tried for treason before she died.
Because of you, Mrs. Brown, I am in double jeopardy. If I do happen to escape the womb alive, the chance my parent's will divorce is astronomically high. Mrs. Brown's feminism has thrown acid on the face of the Married State (nevermind that she called her own husband "King"), condemning single women to life below the poverty line as they drift from man to man. All Mrs. Brown could think to do about that was make sure we're never born, and then mythologize the origins of poverty:
she PRETENDs pennilessness comes from a male dominated workplace, and charges women everywhere to take over as captains of the corporate world.
OMg.
Thank you, Mrs. Brown. For NOTHING.
For every female corporate captain pacing her deck, silicon implanted chest Up & Out, V.S. girdle erotically tucked in,
OH, My DEAR rich, foolish, cursed Mrs. Brown.
I pray your sudden transportation into the Thereafter has not been as shocking for you as it is for the 4,000 of us who are ushered out every single day in America by the
And within the same week, news from Harvard that human DNA is the most useful, stable and efficient data storage cabinet??
I link these two events because Mrs. Brown and her ilk - - and there are untold millions of them since she started preaching to unfortunate women aROUND the wORLD that sex is best used as a recreational fun-toy - - they would have my tiny zygote bones relegated to the Trash Heap in order to preserve the sacred safe and legal right to...
{an abortion / kill one's offspring} <-- you fill in the blank
... whenever a female regrets her inevitable pregnancies. And, almost as dire, her minions dwell in unkempt homes with drips and spills and dirty everything, because feminism has banished the art of housekeeping and the old wonders of Home Economics Once Upon A Time taught in every public school in North America.
But NOW my tiny zygote bones are famous. I am officially declared, by the Hallowed Harvard scions of intellectual superiority, to be comprised of the tiniest, timeless, artful, fantasmagorical pixie dust they now call DNA DATA STORAGE, and I am now PROVEN to be everything Bernard Nathanson and Lennart Nilsson said I was.
And when I am grown up, I plan to get really good at housekeeping, and keeping my counters wiped off at least hourly.
I am the new gold standard.
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SILENT SCREAM EMBED from youtube.com
My embeds usually fail... I wonder why?
Embryologists, geneticists, and intellectually honest medical practitioners will tell you that my zygote self contains EVERY PIECE OF GENETIC INFORMATION that my adult human form will ever possess. I am completely like YOU, just smaller; a complete adult is mysteriously, fully encoded within my zygote self, jam-packed with EVERYTHING NEEDED to live, to grow,
to BECOME,
to mature and to thrive...
...It is ONLY because I am hidden and easily overpowered that the abortion lobby can have its way with me,
and Harvard geneticists can 'dis' me.
And Helen Gurley Brown can dismiss my bulgy eyes. Shallow people hate my bulgy eyes.
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Exhibit X: German Actress DIANE KRUGER cites
MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE as "worthless piece of paper," JULY 14, 2012, Wall Street Journal |
That's why we won't wait for Cosmo to ring out the glorious news from Harvard. Helen Gurley Brown was a not my friend.
Via her "International Edition," the wicked witch of the west has watched her shallow little rag infect the minds of the fools worldwide. It is unsafe to be a zygote ANYWHERE.
Collateral damage? the Marriage Covenant. This sacred social contract is now considered nothing more than a worthless piece of paper everywhere you go. Thanks a lot, Ms. Brown. I don't know why she wasn't tried for treason before she died.
Thanks to her and hers, our mortal enemies in far away places DESPISE US.
Because of you, Mrs. Brown, I am in double jeopardy. If I do happen to escape the womb alive, the chance my parent's will divorce is astronomically high. Mrs. Brown's feminism has thrown acid on the face of the Married State (nevermind that she called her own husband "King"), condemning single women to life below the poverty line as they drift from man to man. All Mrs. Brown could think to do about that was make sure we're never born, and then mythologize the origins of poverty:
she PRETENDs pennilessness comes from a male dominated workplace, and charges women everywhere to take over as captains of the corporate world.
OMg.
Thank you, Mrs. Brown. For NOTHING.
For every female corporate captain pacing her deck, silicon implanted chest Up & Out, V.S. girdle erotically tucked in,
there's a family who's children are raised by poorly paid hired help, enduring really sticky kitchen counters.
OH, My DEAR rich, foolish, cursed Mrs. Brown.
I pray your sudden transportation into the Thereafter has not been as shocking for you as it is for the 4,000 of us who are ushered out every single day in America by the
"safe and legal" knife of the rabid abortionist.
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