Posted 6 years ago on March 6, 2012, 3:02 p.m. EST by RushForPres
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What an absolute fucking disgrace. She is a disgrace
Pay to Play (or, No, I Don’t Want to Subsidize Your Sex Life) Posted on March 1, 2012 by Teresa in Fort Worth, TX
. Sandra Fluke’s parents must be so proud.
On Monday, she went before a House Subcommittee to tell everyone that she has sex. Lots and lots of sex. Why, she has so much sex that it costs her $1000/year to pay for birth control.
And gee willikers, she just can’t afford to pay for that, so she thinks that the American taxpayer should pick up the tab. .
. I mean, the poor girl is attending a Catholic law school, and they don’t provide birth control on campus. Their insurance policy doesn’t cover the cost of it, either.
And the administrators at Georgetown University aren’t willing to treat her like the special little snowflake that her parents always told her she is – my word, they had the AUDACITY to tell her that if she didn’t like their policy that she was more than welcome to attend a different Law School.
But no – she DEMANDS that she be given everything that she feels that she is entitled to. How dare this institution expect her to do without what she claims is one of her “rights”? .
. (I don’t know about you, but if Law Schools around the country are telling students that Free Birth Control is a right, it’s time to shut them all down and start over)
Listen, cupcake – your parents may not have explained this to you, so allow me to be the first to tell you that LIFE.ISN’T.FAIR.
You don’t get to have everything you want – you go to work, you make a salary, and then you learn to live within your budget. There are going to be some things that you will never be able to afford. But guess what? It’s not going to kill you to not have those things. You will learn to place value on the things that matter most to you.
The world doesn’t owe you a DAMN thing.
You want to be able to have consequence-free sex, and you want ME to pay for it with higher insurance rates? OK, fine – I’ll make you a deal: .
. I’ll pay for your drunken weekends with whichever guy straps on the beer goggles at last call, but in return I expect you to keep your piehole shut when you have to pay higher insurance rates for MY lifestyle choices.
And boy, howdy, am I going to stick it to you BUT GOOD.
You just THINK you’ve been screwed by all of those Frat Boys, but it is nothing compared to the rogering you are going to get from me. .
. I am going to start living a life of indulgent luxury – I’m going to plop my fat ass on my couch and watch television all day long – no exercise for me. I’m going to eat the fattiest, greasiest foods that I can find – there isn’t going to be a vegetable in sight. I don’t drink, smoke, or use drugs, but I am thinking about taking them up – just so I can run up your insurance premiums.
You see Ms. Fluke, you have as much as admitted that no one has to take personal responsibility for their actions. No, you sat in front of a national audience and said that each of us has to pay for whatever other people in the rest of the country decide they want to do.
And if you don’t want them telling you what you can or cannot do with YOUR body, then you sure as heck don’t get to tell them what they can or cannot do with theirs. .
. So I want to thank you in advance for picking up the tab for all of the blood pressure medications, cholesterol medications, diabetes testing materials, dialysis, the chest X-Rays and chemotherapy for the lung cancer that I might get, and the cirrhosis treatment and eventual liver transplant that I might have to have as a result of all of that drinking. .
. Thanks also for the quadruple bypass to fix my clogged arteries, the hip replacements and motorized scooters to accommodate my massive weight gain, and all of the other things that I am going to need to take care of the health problems that will no doubt crop up as a result of my free-wheeling lifestyle.
I’m pretty sure that you’re going to end up paying a WHOLE lot more than $1000/year.
‘Cuz I have “rights”, you know?