When You See My…

I have gone off the chain about the crazed Republicans and their tirades against women this week. First of all, the lunatics in my former residential Commonwealth of Virginia… I call bullshit on this bill that now claims not to require a vaginal ultrasound. If they require an ultrasound that shows a clear image in the first few weeks of pregnancy, then it will almost certainly have to be by a vaginal probe. There is also language in there that will place the ultrasound photo into the woman's medical record and label the embryo as a 'person'. Is this an attempt to charge the woman with murder in the future?

Then, we get to Rush Limbaugh and his unbelievable statements about a college student who boldly faced Congress to state her case as to why health insurance should cover birth control, regardless of employer or school's religious beliefs. Al Franken was right all along. I don't care how much weight the man loses, he's still a BIG FAT IDOT!

I was born in 1974. I don't care if you know how old I am. I have always been thankful that the women of the '70s (especially) and those before them paved the way for me to live a free life. I think what bothers me most of all in both of these scenarios is that these decisions are being made by a predominantly male group.

There is a song by the All American Rejects that used to be my favorite divorce song. Now, I'm going to rewrite it for Limbaugh and McDonnell. Are you ready?

(I give all credit to the #AllAmericanRejects. I claim nothing except love for them.) *vagaled is a reference to the straining for a bowel movement that can cause fainting.

I Wanna Give You Hell…by Karen Sanders

I wake up every morning

Wondering what's your big mistake?

I'm sure there'll be at least 8

Surely no more than 8

When you see my name

When you see my name

Hope you're scared like hell

Hope you're scared like hell

When I read the lines

I wanna give you hell

I wanna give you hell

Now where's your common sense, fools?

Did you lose it in the stalls?

Did you strain so hard you vagaled

And your brain lost normal recall?

That's all I can think of.

Now I'm writing to tick you off.

When you see my name

When you see my name

Hope you're scared like hell

Hope you're scared like hell

When I read the lines

I wanna give you hell

I wanna give you hell

I'M GONNA GIVE YOU HELL!

I kind of sing it to the tune of my divorce song. It's catchier that way. I'm about to go all Honey Badger on these man bitches.