It’s Really That Simple

Check this out from Breitbart…

https://www.breitbart.com/2024-election/2024/08/20/gov-andy-beshear-appears-to-wish-jd-vances-relatives-get-raped-and-impregnated/

First, the simple creature doesn’t seem to grasp basic logic. Poor Andy. He’s a repulsive fool, by the way, so don’t feel too bad for him. But still, Kentucky is a beautiful state and I surely do feel bad for the residents of the Blue Grass State that they have to suffer with this dipshit.

Let’s examine his desires, shall we? He wishes for a member of Senator Vance’s family to get raped so he’d have to “experience the ramifications”? To my knowledge, JD Vance has three young children. Obviously, the party of death is all into kiddie-freak so I guess that’s not out of the ordinary for them. But still… Who wishes rape upon anyone? A minion of Satan, that’s who.

I spent years teaching in the Catholic school system in this country. Three states. Large schools. Small schools. Every grade level from 9-12. I taught every imaginable subject in the field of theology. The abortion issue was actually a very small area in terms of questions fielded. When I walked through the doors of my first teaching post I really believed it might be all abortion all the time. To my surprise questions about whether dogs can fly when they get to heaven were higher on the list. Yes, folks, people are just that dumb. But it was endearing; especially at the all girls’ high school. They really believed Fido was going to be doing backflips arfing up a storm when they themselves crossed the threshhold of the pearly gates. Because, of course they would. Duh.

But abortion? Nope. By the early 2000’s it had become very easy to have that conversation. Even a high school freshman knew which end was up. There really wasn’t much confrontation. There was no pushback. It helped that my wife and I had newborns and infants at the time and I, proud daddy, couldn’t shut up about my kids, hanging their pictures all over the classroom so I wouldn’t have to wait to see them until I got home. I really am quite taken by my own studliness. Did I say that aloud? No, the kids (my students) understood. And for the odd man out who might have still been confused? Well, here’s a little lesson I used. Pay careful attention and you might get a gold star.