It’s a tough world out there man. Just the other day, as I walked my usual route, I noticed a mob kicking and spitting at a fetus. I spread the mob, and stood the fetus on end. I dusted the fetus off and accosted the crowd.
“Did you people ever think to yourself that this fetus has particular rights? You really ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”
As if struck by some new epiphany, the mob picked up the fetus and paraded it down to the DMV–to fill out the proper voter registration forms.

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