Courtesy of my sister, who lives in D.C.
This man, who was there to protest the protest, spent a good deal of his time yelling at my sister, “Hey, baby-killer! How many babies did you kill today?”
Ah, how closely she has followed in my footsteps. We do, after all, have a proud family tradition of being called baby-killers.
Hot boys in skirts and pink wigs. Ain’t nothin’ better.
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