Agony of DeFetus
I’m a super-classy lady. How do I know this? I wear a monocle and ascot at all times. That’s right, in addition to the bunny ears. I’m blindingly classy. Looking at me is like looking directly at a super-classy sun.
Being super-classy, I don’t care much for potty humor. But Roy Edroso’s Jonah Goldberg-related fart jokes just seem so right to me.
What’s Jonah farting out these days? Well, I’d call it a sad-face emoticon in paragraph form. See, Jonah is super-sad that these mean pro-choice ladies made some punny jokes using the word “fetus.” He thinks they lack “moral imagination,” a new and exciting phrase I plan on using never.
That being said, he has a point. I really wish pro-choicers would learn to be more sensitive like anti-choicers, what with their subtle, sensitive depictions of aborted fetuses and the sensitive implications that women who have abortions are slutty murderers.
Come on, pro-choicers, you can do better.