The Abortion Debate Containment Thread - Put abortion sperging here.

FEETLOAF said:
How do you sit in a room with a murderer and treat them like a person?
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Most pro-choicers haven't murdered anybody, you dumb shit.
Zero Day Defense said:
Ignoring that men who kill pregnant woman are also able to be charged with double homicide, you've already used this argument, and it was already pointed out to you that slavery used to be legal (and is in fact still legal in other parts of the world), so perhaps reconsider leaning so heavily on a legal appeal in a moral argument.
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Marshal Mannerheim said:
Abortion is the wilful killing of a human being with malice aforethought.
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You retards really need to read the link that I keep posting.

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Again, facts over feels
 
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Muh Vagina said:
You retards really need to read the link that I keep posting.
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Nobody gives a shit about your link. The argument taking place is in regards to morality, and laws vary from country to country. Appealing to the law (of a specific country) only makes clear that I disagree with the law... which shouldn't be surprising, since it ought to be clear that I'm no fan of the Roe v. Wade judgment.

Participate in the discussion or don't. Half-assing it and insulting your interlocutors on top of that is profoundly idiotic.
 
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FEETLOAF said:
Tag me in I wanna call someone a BPD whore.
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Shut your fucking face, unclefucker!
You're an inbred hillbilly unclefucker!
You're an unclefucker, yes it's true!
Nobody fucks uncles quite like you!

Shut your fucking face, unclefucker!
You're a puritan Bible-thumper, unclefucker!
You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn
You just fuck your uncle all day long!
 
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Syaoran Li said:
Shut your fucking face, unclefucker!
You're an inbred hillbilly unclefucker!
You're an unclefucker, yes it's true!
Nobody fucks uncles quite like you!

Shut your fucking face, unclefucker!
You're a puritan Bible-thumper, unclefucker!
You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn
You just fuck your uncle all day long!
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"No. Not tonight," Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

"Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow." And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie's parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylent Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie's first night alone.

"Please, Mr. Wonka, please don't!" Charlie gave out one last sob of belligerence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy's trousers with no senses of regret. "Let's see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is," said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie's anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

"EUREKA! I found it!" Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka's hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared "It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don't know how I got so much corn on the shell formula." Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

"Oh well, time for business." And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie's now-loose starfish. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

"Charlie, in a few minutes I'm going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it's flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby."

Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and facked him all the same, except now with more facials.

Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that's when he saw it. Next to Wonka's shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child's brown gateway, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

Placing his PENIS in Charlie's mouth, he noticed the boy's flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Facking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

"Another one has died."

"So, what should I do, sir?"

"Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,"

"And then, boss?"

"Tell the world that my factory is opening it's doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time."
 
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FEETLOAF said:
"No. Not tonight," Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

"Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow." And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie's parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylent Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie's first night alone.

"Please, Mr. Wonka, please don't!" Charlie gave out one last sob of belligerence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy's trousers with no senses of regret. "Let's see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is," said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie's anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

"EUREKA! I found it!" Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka's hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared "It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don't know how I got so much corn on the shell formula." Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

"Oh well, time for business." And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie's now-loose starfish. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

"Charlie, in a few minutes I'm going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it's flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby."

Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and facked him all the same, except now with more facials.

Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that's when he saw it. Next to Wonka's shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child's brown gateway, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

Placing his PENIS in Charlie's mouth, he noticed the boy's flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Facking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

"Another one has died."

"So, what should I do, sir?"

"Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,"

"And then, boss?"

"Tell the world that my factory is opening it's doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time."
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Where's your mama at?

I like your mama, when's on my dick!

Your mom is nasty, dude! She's a slut, just look at her. Matter of fact, both your mamas like it in the ass!

Hold up! Hold up! Here comes your grandma too...
 
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Imagine being a p*pist, literally so dumb you think that worshiping men and women is ok as long as other men and women say they are saints and therefore your prayers to mortals don't count as idolatry. Your dogma exists like it was invented by a high schooler trying to stick it in his girlfriend's butt, because god is so great, majestic, and all knowing but never thought about woman having an anus.

Atleast the jews go the entire way and have a story about god being defeated in interpretation of his own laws by a rabbi.
 
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KateHikes14 said:
Imagine being a p*pist, literally so dumb you think that worshiping men and women is ok as long as other men and women say they are saints and therefore your prayers to mortals don't count as idolatry. Your dogma exists like it was invented by a high schooler trying to stick it in his girlfriend's butt, because god is so great, majestic, and all knowing but never thought about woman having an anus.

Atleast the jews go the entire way and have a story about god being defeated in interpretation of his own laws by a rabbi.
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I'm not Catholic.
 
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