I suppose the rest of us would have fewer laughs at their expense if antifeminists knew more women’s history, but that’s a price I’m willing to pay in order to stamp out ignorance.
I think I’ve told this story before, so stop me if you’ve heard this one: my all-time favorite “pro-life” dumba$$ was a mother of two gunning the engine of her pickup truck to leave the Kroger parking lot ahead of me. Next to her riding shotgun was grandma, holding an infant in her arms. In-between the two of them was a three- or four-year old, standing up on the seat and using her own arms against the dashboard as her only restraint device. The bumper-sticker on the rear? Abortion stops a beating heart, of course!
Perhaps not coincidentally, this scene took place about 40 miles north of Cincinnati, the city where the dumba$$ drycleaner lives.