Anyway, nice to see that Marky Mark is suddenly realizing the fact that while he and his Sodom Cramcrisco friends have been calling us red-staters "breeders" and sneering at us for shopping at Costco with our giant jars of mayo and baby strollers and Suburbans (or, in Tax-chick's case, the giant van of doom)...we've been having nice happy married Biblically-sanctioned sex and making babies. And those babies will (God willing) grow up to be good Americans, and take the country back from the Morfordites.
Have fun being consigned to the San Francisco Liberal Reservation and Wildlife Park in forty years, you flaming poof. Not that you'll live that long at the rate you're going.
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We don't break God's Law, we break ourselves on God's Law.
Oh, that was marvelous invective, Moose!
(We buy 40-gallon drums of Tomato Ketchup at Sam's. Mayo is bad for you!)
And if you thought you were Doomed before, wait until Anoreth starts driving the Incredibly Hugh Van. She's going to Driver's Ed next month!