I thought we had seen it all from radical feminists — and what we’ve seen is way, way more than anyone other than a gynecologist needs to see.
Six years ago, Code Pink zealots traipsed across the fruited plain in giant female reproductive organ costumes demanding “respect” for women’s bodies and women’s abortion rights. They called themselves “dancing vaginas.”
Last January, militant femmes converged on the National Mall donning pink pussy hats, twirling nipple umbrellas, chanting, “Build a uterine wall!” and waving defiant posters that boasted “I DON’T REGRET MY ABORTION.”
Last fall, actress Martha Plimpton (of “Goonies” fame long, long ago) bragged publicly that her first and “best” abortion took place at a Seattle Planned Parenthood. Plimpton promotes a movement to #ShoutYourAbortion. Adoring fans cheered and laughed as she assured them it was “heads and tails above the rest” of her multiple abortions. “If I could Yelp review it,” she cracked, “I totally would.”
Goodbye, “Goonies.” Hello, ghoulies.
Nothing to date, though, can top the Independence Day holiday display of grotesqueries committed in the name of “choice.” On the day we should unite as a nation to celebrate life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, prominent Aborticrats and their Hollywood court jesters were throwing a parade — literally — over the mass slaughter of the unborn.
Senate Democratic leader Chuck Schumer tweeted: “Today, I am celebrating the FREEDOM of women to make their own health care decisions, as established by the Supreme Court in Roe v. Wade.”