I would like to see the following clip again, but this time with Broadway production, tap dancers, and a full brass band. Something as clever as this deserves it.
Lauren Mayer: Keep your Hobby Lobby away from my va-jay-jay. My body-wordy oughta belong to me. Why should some corporation control my procreation, if I want my utie-wootie baby-free? Just because you cling to some absurd distortion, birth control is not the same thing as abortion. Such loopy-pseudo-science is a travesty. So leave my sex life up to me!
If any spermie-wormies get near my eggie-weggies, let me decide if I'm getting preggie-woo. A bunch of clueless white guys are probably not the right guys to tell this girlie-whirlie what to do.
A law is still a law, despite your whines and cursing, and a business that's for profit's really not a person. So if the swerving of my cervix makes you nervous wrecks, then get your dirty minds off sex!
This case could set in place some crazy briefs if a company can be seen to have religious beliefs. They could all discriminate against the folks their churches hate, so just say no to this dopey-slippery-slope.
I don't want to see an 'argle-bargle' by Scalia full of homophobia and misogyny. And where's the finger-wagger at the guys who use Viagra. Their muffin-buttering's not for progeny. To what folks do in private, don't raise silly hurdles, and what's with the fixation about sex with turtles?
Insurance and health care should be religion-free. So leave my sex life up to me! A point-of-view is very scary if you share it with Rick Perry. So leave my sex life up to me! Please keep your Boehner-wayners out of all our hoochie-coochies and leave my sex life up to who, or what, I shtup, too!, leave my sex life up to me!