“I’m flattered you’re all so interested in my vagina. But no means no”
That’s the line that caused Michigan Republicans to boot Democrat Lisa Brown off the House floor in Lansing. While the City of Detroit is preparing to slide into the Detroit River, House Republicans have been writing laws criminalizing encouraging women to get abortions and creating new regulations on the disposal of fetal tissue. Perhaps they can next investigate if a Detroit Tigers player is throwing spitballs.
http://www.freep.com/usatoday/article/55625584?odyssey=mod%7Cnewswell%7Ctext%7CFRONTPAGE%7Cp
Speaking as a man and looking at the picture, I have to say I’m more interested in her boobs. Even though I don’t probably agree with her on much, I did genuinely laugh out loud at some of her other statements. I appreciate a smart woman with moxy.
I lived in Lansing for about 4 years within walking distance of the Capitol. At least at that time, State legislators didn’t need Ms Brown’s vagina – it was only about a block walk to the neighborhood with the prostitutes, whore houses and drug dealers. I’ve noticed in my travels this is not uncommon in neighborhoods near where politicians make decisions about spending large amounts of other people’s money.
One thing I do not understand in the world is how the Left just hates Prostitution, Strip Clubs and the Sex trade. Often the women in it as self employed and doing what they love. Look how they went after that lady working in WI government that was a Hooters girl when in college.
I can understand why the religious right doesn’t like sex outside marriage. But at the same time I think Oklahoma has tons of Strip Clubs.
Haha – I specifically had Oklahoma City in mind. I lived a year in NorthEast Oklahoma doing computer work for an oil company and spent a weekend in Oklahoma City getting familiar with Oklahoma. I spotted a motel within a block of the State Capitol, paid for my room to the guy from India behind the bullet proof glass (not unusual in cheap motels after the sun goes down)
So I go to the room, open the door and am startled by the bright red velvet bedspread. Within a minute or two there is a knock at the door and when I open it (I’m still bringing in stuff from the car). I’m aware of the risk of robbery, but open the door – I’m not driving a flashy car, not carrying much money, am in the direct line of site of the office and heck – I can see the State Capitol building across the street.
So I youngish black woman wearing a purple bathrobe comes in and asks if I want companionship. I’m tired from driving all day, I’m not interested and I’m frankly a bit shocked. Within the site of the oil derricks on the Capitol grounds, she’s offering (I assume) to turn me into a gusher. It also crosses my mind it could be a police sting operation.
I decline her offer, the phone rings as her pimp (probably the guy running the motel) checks that she is okay and find out what I’m paying. Finding out that I wasn’t intersted, she politely left and that was that, leaving me with a memory and a story to tell in my old age.