Wanna know what you're playin for?

OK, goddammit, Internets, this is getting serious.

This total utter bizarro-world, would-be-funny-except-it's-fucking-real birth-control-coverage "debate." And "debate" is in quotation marks because goddamn, a debate is supposed to have two sides. This is just a whole bunch of nutbags shouting about sluts and whores, whipping themselves into ever-tighter circles of spittle-flecked frenzy, making less and less sense but revealing with each word that the issue at the heart of all of this is the desire to control women.

And on that note, I reject the argument from "my" side that "people use birth control for things besides prevention of unwanted pregnancy, and that's why it should be covered." Because yes, obviously that's true, but the point -- the FUCKING POINT -- is that IT'S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS WHY ANY PERSON EXCEPT YOURSELF SEEKS, FILLS AND/OR USES ANY PRESCRIPTION EVER. And if we allow people like this Gestapo bitchwheel to introduce the idea of having to explain yourself to anyone but your doctor, then there is no end to what she and every other bugeyed cholesterol clot shartstain will try to do. These walking advertisements for abortion will never stop.

The Repuglicans are apparently going to fight and die on this hill, which in one regard is fine by me; every time some fathead with a schlong or some cunty cunt-regulator gets in the ring with warthog diarrhea like this Arizona bill, more votes are going to disappear come election time. Maybe the base won't vote Obama ... but they're not gonna vote Santorum/Romney/Misogynist To Be Named Later either.

The problem, though, is that this is still a Thing, and it's going to continue to be, and a lot of people are going to be hurt, not to mention that the line has now been crossed -- they know that they get to talk like this. They get to propose these awful, awful, misogynistic laws and watch us try to bat them down. They're playing a high-stakes Whack-A-Mole game that just keeps speeding up and we have no choice but to try to swing the mallet faster -- no time even to go around the back and unplug the fucker so we can hear ourselves think. GodDAMMIT.