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“Rape Farms” harvest natural birth control chemical

Jerotonin is now on sale at pharmacies across the nation.

The Marriage and Family Legacy Fund, one of many anti-gay groups recently under fire for its association with Chick-Fil-A, has allegedly funded offshore research into so-called “natural” birth control. By subjecting women to legitimate rape and “milking” them for the resultant fluids, scientists have harvested and isolated “jerotonin,” a chemical touted by Representative Akin for its bullet-proof efficacy in preventing unwanted births. It has just now hit drug stores, where it is being sold over the counter.

Jerotonin advocates claim that use of this chemical for birth control is morally superior to “unnatural” and dangerous approaches which often leave women barren. A spokesperson for the group said, “these women are raped forcibly in a controlled and safe environment. They are selected for the experiment specifically for their deep-seated fear of rape, otherwise the jerotonin would not be produced. Before undergoing the ‘milking,’ the women sign a waiver and are paid handsomely. In the territories where this procedure takes place, it is completely legal and therefore ethical.”

Young christian women, especially, have eagerly bought up these jerotonin supplements despite the exorbitant price and have expressed delight that there is a spiritually sound form of birth control finally available on the market.

Currently, there are 19 states in which women who claim their babies resulted from legitimate rape can deny the fathers custody rights. A representative for Fatherhood Under Fire reported, “In some backwards parts of the country, father’s [sic] are refused custody simply because they’ve been convicted of impossible rapes. The scientific proof of jerotonin clashes with this unfair legislation, because the existence of a child implies the mother was not raped. Thankfully, 31 states support the right of a man to nurture his rightful child.”

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Niggas wanna stick me like fly paper.

Remember them niggas tryna put me down at the Macy’s department store? Shit niggas think a nigga be smokin cuz a nigga be jokin bout sum rolexes, when some white ass rosy colored nigga from texas come pokin his fuckin nose in my breakfast of pills, zanies and bars, fuckin racists when they used to perplex us.

Damn. Niggas wanna stick me for my paper. Damn. Niggas wanna stick me for my paper.

When I used to buy drugs from the Kroger, used to buy drugs from the happy white gentlemen and their videogames, and their blacklights and bong hits of weed with some name like white widow and kush, good god, those weren’t the days. Smoking pot in a driveway, in a car, in the dark, hotboxing to Notorious, Bone Thugz, drinking a high life, living like a low life, dreaming about the day one might finally start, as it came to an end.

I approached an apartment complex on the outskirts of Richmond, by the Sheetz, where a gang of thugs waited to sell myself and my black friends an ounce or two of weed. “The white boy can’t come in,” a gold plated mouth said to my friends as we entered the room, where guns were displayed on a table. The air reeked of medical-smelling opium. I was grateful for that. Peace, I thought.

Waiting in the car, I never could have imagined someone had made his nest in the backseat as I was being thrown out of a drug den. I never felt the tiny itch of his razor blade as it traced my throat, while an unseen hand rifled instinctively through my pockets.