My friend Monica is not a big fan of Sarah Palin. She blogs: "Well, anyone who makes rape victims pay for their own rape kits is no feminist, and this is just one of many reasons why not all women see Palin as someone who is on their side."
Well, if Monica is outraged by rape victims (and their insurance companies) paying for rape kits, why doesn’t she pay for their rape kits? If she picked up the tab for Wasilla for a year, that would set her back about $15,000 (if there were the usual number of rapes, but given incendiary blogs such as Strangled Sleep, it would not surprise me if there was a dramatic increase in this unfortunate activity).
I love it when people believe they have some sort of constitutional right for other people to buy their rape kits.
I ain’t never asked nobody to buy me a rape kit and I been treated something fierce after Aish HaTorah’s speed dating.
This reminds me of all the whining in New Orleans a few years ago after Katrina hit. Many residents acted like the government owed them rescue and food and water and flood protection and free housing. By contrast, when fires hit San Diego a few months later, residents took care of themselves.
If rape victims don’t pay for their rape kits, then somebody else has to. Who’s going to volunteer? Not me. I ain’t raped no bitches.
And with the way chicks dress these days, all those strapless numbers, it’s just pouring gasoline on the fire. All that rage out there, all those frustrated men tired of being teased, I just got one thing to say: "No justice, no peace!"
I don’t care what Monica says. I’m still pullin’ for Palin.
What many people don’t realize is that while Sarah may have billed those saucy little hos for their rape kits, she gave of her time and energy to nurse them back to health.
