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OUTRAGED!

Every mother in America should be hacking down law-maker's doors over this one.  To think that my hard earned (or rather my husband's hard earned) money is responsible for such atrocities!  Not that this is the Senators's/Congressmen's fault, but they did give these people the money to fund such projects.

The new PlannedParenthood site called Taking Care Down There is a monstrosity.  It is evil, it is vial.  They not only portray but also condone homosexual behavior, group sex, and masturbation!  Who are they to teach my kids these things are acceptable? 

I assume they are trying to liven up the sexual education and going for a Juno-ish feel.  What they achieved instead was cheap, crude and irreverent vomit.

I really don't know what these people were thinking, but we, the People, must act!  It's because we sit back and stay quiet that these things happen in the first place.  I urge everyone to call their senator/congressman and complain.  I can't call, but you better believe I will write.  

I know it feels like a minnow trying to move a humpback whale--not only is the minnow microscopic next to the whale, but also it is in new and different waters with the whale--but if there were thousands of minnows, I bet they could make a difference small or not, uncomfortable or not, familiar with the territory or not.  They could make a difference.  
THEY MUST!

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kemp-y-QUA!! said…
i wrote my senator and all the TX representatives today about this.
September 1, 2008 at 12:35 AM
kemp-y-QUA!! said…
ok, my senator didnt care.
September 2, 2008 at 3:49 PM
M. Leigh Marrott said…
well, I guess with gas and food costs putting our good citizens in the poor house, maybe we can give your senator a break, this once.... maybe.....
September 9, 2008 at 4:55 PM
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