Okay, I give up

What's the deal with the National Post?

Since whacked-out fetus fetishist "Silent No More" (no fucking kidding) Denise Mountenay had the floor last Wednesday, I thought 5 feet of batshit's article yesterday might be part of an editorial special of some kind, maybe a month-long Wednesday Wingnut Extrrrrrrravaganza. But today's article by SDA holocaust prankster Kate McMillan has me wondering...

... has the editorial board of the National Post gone collectively bugfuck nuts? Having worked with media for a large chunk of my life, I'm genuinely curious about what would drive a publication that's already hanging by a financial thread to risk alienating readers, and more importantly, clients, by publishing the likes of those two. Seriously, WTF?

Just what the world needs, a toy stuffed crotch

Meet "Crotchy":

"Crotchy" is a 12" tall, cotton, free-standing, poseable, uh, crotch. Crotchy features a pink button anus, a puffy crotch panel, long legs and a "mom" tattoo on her/his/its hip. (Upon closer inspection, I guess it's a "her".)

Are you pondering what I'm pondering, Pinky? Think if we gave the fetus-fetishists a bunch of these they'd keep their noses out of everyone else's?