In preparation for President Obama's controversial commencement address at the University of Notre Dame, where he will no doubt speak at length about the virtues of killing newborns, anti-abortion protesters have converged on the University of Notre Dame campus. Some of them are simply rolling around vacant strollers (representing the never-born) or crafting signs reading "I Regret My Abortion"—bush league.

Only one dude is shaming our abortionist president the right way: with a small plane that tows "a banner depicting the remains of an aborted fetus and the words '10 Week Abortion.'"

Pwned.

Catholic Universities: respecting the lives of women since probably never.

Photo by Fated to Pretend

Abortion, after all, is settled law, and Obama is the duly elected president. Clearly, the American people have moved on.

Or have they? And should we? Is there really ever a time when we should be comfortable with the ratification of abortion? It has always seemed to me that the truest form of feminism, as in the earliest days of suffrage, would be to hold abhorrent the state-sanctioned destruction of women's unique life-bearing gifts. Out of material expedience, we've somehow managed to convince ourselves that life is a mistake. [Emphasis all mine].

Oh yeah, the "truest form of feminism" must be wherever feminism was ONE HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS AGO. Now that women have the vote, what more do they want—the capacity to murder babies at will?

I, too, wish we could go back to the good 'ol days of feminism, when women were forced to provide their "unique life-bearing gifts" on demand instead of, you know, if and when they chose to give the fucking gift. I WANT ALL GIFTS ALL THE TIME! MORE GIFTS! MORE MORE MORE!

[via Pukeimmediately].