I know that's WAY Judgey McJudgerson of me, but for fuck's sake.

::joins Tep and msbelle on the Bench of Judging::

I don't care what they call it, I don't consider urine to be a viable drink option unless I'm dying of thirst in a desert where there's no other water.

Honestly, for me, maybe not even then ...

Three of OctoMom's preexisting children have disabilities.

To keep a roof over their heads, OctoMom's father is going to Iraq to be a translator. Do you know how dangerous that is?!!!

The story just gets more and more awful.

(shuffling over to the Bench of Judging)

I heard about some of OctoMom's other children having disabilities, with the state paying for some kind of help. And she herself has been getting disability payments. And foodstamps. I mean, I went through a period when I wanted a child - one, thank you - but I didn't have the resources to raise on on my own, so it never went beyond a wish. I just don't understand how someone can produce all these children, especially when having that many at one time drastically increases the chances that they'll have some kind of physical or developmental problem, and then assume that someone will provide for them.

I just don't understand how someone can produce all these children, especially when having that many at one time drastically increases the chances that they'll have some kind of physical or developmental problem, and then assume that someone will provide for them.

Oh, *she's* going to do that. You know, for all fourteen of them. When she finishes grad school and starts making the generous salary of your typical social worker.

See my eyes rolling out of my head now ...

Plus, God will help her, because if He wasn't, He wouldn't have allowed it to happen.

"Cause I'm an asshole, and I park in handicapped spaces. While handicapped people make handicapped faces." Oh, and thanks, wench, for keeping the welfare-queen thing alive. Just when I think I'm beginning to get people to see people on disability as halfway worthwhile, Ghetto Angelina shows up. Argggh.

I'm reaching Save Karyn levels of rage towards Clown Car Uterus.

I liked how whomever did the interview last night made a point of saying the network did *not* pay her for the interview.

Yeah, I feel you on that. It reduced my love for humankind to hear that Karyn's scam worked. I mean, I guess I could do it, with my (sob) brain injury, cancer-survivor mom and icicle for a father, but I hate telethons.

I'm reaching Save Karyn levels of rage towards Clown Car Uterus.

This. I think I'm actually going to have put myself on warning and stop reading about it.