I lack the parodic skills required to improve the title or content of John Nolte’s latest screed. But I’ll try to shorter it anyway:
I used to laugh at loud at the term “slippery slope.”
Then I grew up.
AND WHEN I GREW UP LESBIANS WERE MAKING OUT WITH WALRUSES.
Can you tell which sentence I wrote? Me neither. Did I write this?
If you don’t think there’s an agenda behind this, you haven’t been paying attention the last 40 years. And if you don’t think that there are those who hold the levers of power in our popular culture that would like to remove the stigma from bestiality, you don’t understand the depths of sexual depravity the human animal is capable of.
Or what about this?
Again, what was the point of feminism? Here’s your real war on women. Waving enough money in front of an actress and have her do whatever depravities you can dream of. Liberated? If by that you mean women are to be accorded no respect and you can expect any female to do anything because to say no would be so uncool. Abortion liberates men because it allows them to walk away. And if they pay for the abortion then they’re the good guy, taking responsibility.
Parody is dead. Long live actresses who kiss aborted walruses!