Reblog if you’ll answer anything that gets put in your ask right now.
Mark my words. If Santorum wins *shudders at the thought* the sale of flame-throwers will sky-rocket.
He looks like a demented Ben Affleck.
Thank god his campaign is over.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people misuse the term “believe” as a stand in for “support”.
Because there is a VERY big difference between saying you do or do not believe in something and saying you do and do not support something.
Rick Santorum can choose not to believe in birth control and willfully ignore all of the evidence showing that birth control DOES work and that for some people it is extremely beneficial (myself being an example of that) but that doesn’t negate the fact that birth control consistently prevents pregnancy.
If I say that I do not believe in the death penalty, the death penalty still exists. But if I say that I do not support the death penalty that’s saying something else altogether.
For Rick Sanotrum, though, he doesn’t support birth control because he chooses not to believe in its benefits. Plus all the other gifs…
God, what a terrible human being.
Love,
Rabble
A message to
Planned Parenthoodwomen’s rights supporters from President Obama.I love our president. Seriously, he is the best.
“Lets be clear here. Women are not a special interest group. They are mothers. And daughters. And sisters. And wives.”
I love him
Death is a funny thing
You always think you’ve got more time than you have. A very good friend of mine died last night. He had an infectious smile and the ability to turn anything into a good time. He was a good musician and an even better person. You know what took him from us? A fucking aneurysm. How can you even deal with that. He was seemingly healthy and all of a sudden something exploded in his skull and he was taken from us.He had so much awesome in him that his brain couldn’t handle it. Cherish every single fucking second you have, cuz the next one might be your last. And i don’t want to go to anymore of my friend’s funerals. Not til i’m old and grey and i can look back and say, “I’m glad i knew you for 50 fucking years, man. They were the best times i had and i’m glad i spent them with you.”
