On 3/14/13 1:07 PM, Urin Asshole wrote:
On Thu, 14 Mar 2013 07:29:55 -0400, J Herring
wrote:

On Wed, 13 Mar 2013 19:53:13 -0400, Wayne B wrote:

On Wed, 13 Mar 2013 17:40:32 -0400, J Herring
wrote:

I believe that's where you and our new Pope disagree. He probably equates abortions with the killing
of a precious infant, whereas you seem to equate it with cutting down a weed in your yard.

You know, weed inconvenient? Kill it.

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No woman should be forced to bring an unwanted child ino the world.

Think about that.

There is always birth control and the morning after pill.


Salmonbait

There would be except that there's a pretty vocal minority on the
right that would ban those things also.



There are several listings of drug stores whose religious proprietors
won't sell the morning after pill.

When I was a kid in New Haven, we were allowed to work some jobs (with a
work permit) after high school. I got a job two afternoons a week
working at a drug store in an "iffy" section of town. This was a small,
family owned store. I was the combination stock boy and soda fountain jerk.

Well, the drug store did a land office business selling liquor, too,
mostly cheap wine and whiskey, but it carried a reasonable variety. The
booze was on display behind the soda fountain. Turned out that selling
the booze was also part of my job. I was 15. That didn't bother me at
all.

I also sold condoms, which, as a raunchy teen-aged boy, I thought was a
hoot. At the time, there was some questionable legality about selling
birth control "devices" in Connecticut, or something like that. Anyway,
that's my memory.

I also walked about the neighborhood on deliveries, usually of
prescriptions, but sometimes I delivered booze. I remember one afternoon
I set out with a double brown bag of Four Roses whiskey, a quart of
ginger ale, and a box of condoms. The guy who answered the door and I
looked at each other and laughed. He was a regular customer who recently
had acquired a lady friend.

We never had any trouble with anyone in the neighborhood, poor as it
was. The drug store was the only one for miles around, and I guess
everyone knew if the pharmacist-owner was robbed, he'd just close down
and open up a shop in a safer neighborhood.

Life was simpler back in the day.