My dad is deciding whether or not he should stick the business end of a gun into a trap in order to kill the woodchuck that's been bothering him and no one else. When I pointed out that there are ways of dealing with problem animals that don't involve a .22, he said "You care so much about fucking pests but somebody could want to kill their unborn baby and you'd help them do it", which prompted my roommate to spout various forced birther nonsense. After explaining that the "heartbeat 18 days after conception" thing is bullshit (According to the Mayo clinic's website, a fetus develops a heartbeat around week six - since the week or two before conception is counted as part of pregnancy, I'd say day thirty-something. It's a moot point because while the heart may work at that stage, the brain most certainly does not), I was accused of being "in league with the devil"
Keyboard, meet forehead: bghhbyhnyj hhNHLJIIHLUGEHGUIHYTR
