It appears I’ve been a bad bad bastardette again. A little while ago I responded to a comment made on Adam Pertman’s latest blog on Huffington Post written by the ubiquitous Lissa Marie (not to be confused with the awesome Lisa Marie Rollins.) Lissa Marie has been whinging her way arcoss HuffPo one adoption blog at a time dragging her vast knowledge (NOT) of adoption law and genetics behind her, equaled only by her intense hatred and fear of ungrateful adoptees demanding their birth certificates clogging her head. There is some debate about what Lissa Marie has to do with adoption, but it appears she’s adopted, and suffering from undiagnosed Primal Wound Disorder and a deep attachment to government regulations.
Since I haven’t been shut up lately by Mrs. Grundy, I didn’t save what I wrote. I do have this fragment, though, which ended up on Facebook. You’ll get the idea.
I’ve been waiting for you to show up, Lissa Marie. I’ve missed your paranoic posts. I agree with you. The medical issue whine is pointless. No one is entitled to someone else’s medical history. The only reason anybody uses this ridiculous excuse is because they are too ashamed and cowardly to ask for what they really want and deserve. These excuses are why Donaldson, AAC, and other softcore liberals are useless. O…
Left off were some remarks about DNA and a plea for Dr. Pierce to bang his shoe on heaven’s floor so I’d know he’s amused. How I long for the return of a knockdown with NCFA instead of the kleenix box gang who set up shop in his place. Thank you so much, Bill, for dying before your time. We would have won a few more if you’d been here.
Closing with this note: if you’re in the neighborhood Thursday, drop by the Hard Rock for our oppositional exercise and to meet the real adoaptee rights movement, not the corpo run pretenders. (see blog directly below this for details)