Your Womb Is Not Our Problem

http://m.dailykos.com/story/2017/03/30/1648707/-Mike-Pence-gleefully-breaks-tie-for-Republicans-takes-away-women-s-health-care

This part sticks with me sideways...

"Contraceptive care and counseling that helped women avoid 904,000 unintended pregnancies, which would have resulted in 439,000 unplanned births in 2014."

Let's look at this for a moment.

First - If you git to fucking, there's a pretty good chance that the baby batter is gonna result in a bun in the oven, I thought this was covered in Fucking 101. Apparently 1,800,000 idiots can't wrap their heads around this. On the upside, we are a population of 33M, so statistically the percentage is pretty small.

Second - Less than half (and how the fuck are they even coming up with these numbers) of fucking is resulting in an inconvenient womb fruit. "Unplanned Pregnancy" has to be the dumbest fucking mashing of two words together out there. Yah, I get it, fucking is fun, duh. I hear tell that porn is a thing. Here's the rub, (No pun intended) no matter how and why you fuck, there is a fair to middlin chance that you are going to be chasing spittle, shit, and puke for a while as a result of that making of the beast with two backs. "What? Fucking can result in a baby?! When did this happen?!"

I can't even wrap my head around how hard to mock you for that level of being a dipshit.

Third- You are a simple asshole. You want to get your rocks off, you want to walk away afterward without a thought, and it is somehow my responsibility that you do not procreate. And I'M THE DICK for not agreeing to this?

Fuck you.

I have had no part of your wayward ways and means, but when the shit hits the fan It's my job to cover your ass?

Fuck off.

I have plenty of bad decisions of my own to deal with, a backlog actually, that I never have and never will ask you to be involved in, let alone ask you to open your wallet to ameliorate.

You getting knocked up is on you and that asshole that you let shove his meat stick up in your hoo-haw, that, resulted into a needy snot factory that you are the keeper of, like it or not.

    I wasn't in your uterus, nor will I ever be. (I'd like to think of this as a mutual unwritten contract) so don't try to drag me there.

     You fucked. The two of you own it. I don't.

Don't give me this community responsibility horse shit. If I had my way, I'll gladly drive your weed addled sponge out into wolf country and drop their shit ass off. That, I can participate in.