"Just think of having rocking waves while you're getting your insides plowed into by some doctor. That doesn't sound like fun to me..."
I'm sorry, I know it's like shooting fish in a barrel, but could Pat Robertson be more of a caricature of himself? Is it possible? If it weren't revered by millions as a not thoroughly insane voice he'd almost -- almost -- be bordering on that doddering old uncle (I'm blind in one eye and I can't see outta the other...) you know is repugnant but you forgive him because he's, well, not the figurehead of a large swath of your fellow Americans.
The newscaster says that the Women on Waves ship will make Mifepristone (aka RU 486) available to women off-shore of countries that do not currently allow women to make decisions for themselves.
A P-I-L-L. Is CBN so bad the good reverend doesn't even watch his own news agency?
Or perhaps the reverend does not care. He resorts to the domain of the impotent: fear and lies. He talks about women "getting [their] insides plowed into by some doctor."
That has to be one of the most repulsive uses of language I've heard in months. Jesus.
Okay, now forget about Robertson and read about the history of Women on Waves here...
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In other news, doctors are pissed at the Supreme Court's recent ruling as it does not have, how you say, meaning...