Todd Akin is back on track to being a big hit with the ladies after what has been a quiet month or so for the Republican Senate nominee. We all remember his infamous “…you can’t get pregnant from rape because I said so…” or something to that effect, I’m paraphrasing there, but it was equally idiotic and disgusting. But sensing the moment to strike again with another ill-informed, stupid comment about abortions, he did. Actually, he said this in 2008 but it’s coming to light now:
If you don’t want to sit through the gas bag speaking, here’s what he said:
One of the good pieces of news why we’re winning this war is because there are not enough heartless doctors being graduated from medical schools. There’s a real shortage of abortionists. Who wants to be at the very bottom of the food chain of the medical profession? And what sort of places do these bottom-of-the-food-chain doctors work in? Places that are really a pit. You find that along with the culture of death go all kinds of other law-breaking: not following good sanitary procedure, giving abortions to women who are not actually pregnant, cheating on taxes, all these kinds of things, misuse of anesthetics so that people die or almost die. All of these things are common practice, and all of that information is available for America.”
Quite how doctor’s perform these abortions on women that aren’t actually pregnant he leaves up to our own imagination. It would strike me as some kind of Harry Potter-esque sorcery, obviously in some sort of adult version of the popular children’s books.
Wanna hear something even freakier and scarier? This Huffington Post poll has him leading the Missouri Senate Race by one point.
As if that gaffe wasn’t enough to alienate women voters, this video shows Akin being against equal pay for women in the workplace.
Hmmm, more interesting stuff from Akin. But I think my favorite that I found while researching this article was this fantastic piece written by his daughter. It’s a from a short story she allegedly wrote in 2005 about what the world would be like if stem-cell research continued.
My own daughter wrote a little story—I will read it—about step three. “I live with 40 others in a compound, supervised by cool, efficient orderlies. Instead of playing, I stood pondering a troubling dream from the night before. It was of a loving father, giving his child a name. I’ve always been just 5-25-61-B.”
Is anyone else starting to really like him? No, me neither.