You Are Incoherent and Sweaty; I Like You

Friggin' Oprah wannabe, veyesectomy trigger point, like friggin what? I mean, whaaaa? Oh my god.




 I think our friend here is trying to say that he objects to a bill put forward by Yasmin Neal, a Democrat in the Georgia House of Representatives. The bill in question "would regulate and limit male vasectomies. The "male sterilization bill" was crafted in response to Republicans' "fetal pain bill," which would ban abortions after 20 weeks. Neal argues for the proposition, saying, "Women, our bodies, and what we do with it, are always up for debate. This bill has been drafted for all women who have the wherewithal to chose. The day has come where men should feel the same pressure and invasion of privacy that women have faced for years.""

Honestly, I can't make heads or tails of the enraged word-salad he is tossing, and I can't tell if he knows it was joke legislation that was tabled to make a point, or if he doesn't. I do know that he is pro-veysektomeee, and that he needs to check his blood pressure meds yesterday.
 For the sake of clarity (what little there is here), I present Rep. Neal in her own words:




Wow. That is quite the glint. I mean, wow. Or whaaa? Or something. I'm really not sure but I know that it makes me uncomfortable. Not Rep Neal, I mean the white guy worried about a black woman being in control of his penis. He can barely contain his discomfort at the thought. As for me, it makes me gleeful. His penis I mean. Not really his penis, but her control of it. Not that way of course, but legislatively. You know what I mean.