One thing I'll say for Jill Stanek, she may not like me but she can tell the difference between the satirical and the subversive. She's agreed to put a little © beside My Word, fetusmobile© , which indicates that for a wingnut, she's at least got a sense of something resembling humour. And that's a lot more than I can say for some of her commenters. Behold the sour and dour as they defame me:
Not much to add to that, except... I gotta be me!"Brett" chimes in to make a pre-emptive strike on a grave and growing "thread drift" threat:
Now this guy starts off well -- exactly, don't focus on me! Birth Pangs deserves at least as much of this as I do. You might even say BP was the flight attendant that securely fastened the seat belt for my ride to hell. But back to the Brettster; Brett impresses me by using the correct term "pro-choicer" instead of the usual hysterical hyperbole like "babykiller", so he definitely starts off on the right track... but then... His inevitable derailment is quick and ugly as he plunges into a morass of psychoanalysis and sumo wrestling. What?! (That's what I said!) Somehow he seques through the sumo wrestling and wounded pride seamlessly enough to end on a high note, with talk of doing those thangs that Christians are supposed to do... but regrettably, most often don't.But never mind that. Further down the page, a much more disturbing comment:
A full scale 30 day prayer assault! And so begins The Unrepentant Offensive. I got my helmet on and I'm locked and loaded, baby... Bring! It! On!
Update for a few words from another Prayer Assault target: Prole at A Creative Revolution has been helping me man the barricades here and in doing so has put herself in harm's way -- ("UOH and her friends") -- here's what she has to say about it all.
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