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It just doesn't look right...right.

It's selfish I tell ya. Selfish.

(alobar) Holoprosencephaly is a fucked up disorder where the brain doesn't develop correctly, most babies don't make it outta the womb (I think the article said 3%), if the poor child does survive then say hello to a lifetime of assistance, hospitals and suffering. I just have to say it...if this is part of a great and loving God's plan...the plan is all fucked up.

I think it's quite courageous for the parents, Eric and Ruth Brown, for them to make that metaphorical lemonaid when they found out that Pearl would never never never fuckin' ever have a chance to fully develop and become a *normal* happy child. “Things didn’t go wrong,” Eric Brown said. “God has designed Pearl the way he wanted, for his glory and our good.”

WTF. Things didn't go wrong. It certainly doesn't look right to me. I'll say it again, God didn't design Pearl, Pearl is the product of a sperm and egg getting together and embryonic development (or lack of in this case). If a so called *normal* human being is full of design flaws (does anyone's lower back of knees hurt right now. mine do) then what does one call a baby that doesn't have a fully formed brain. God's plan sucks and his design skills are rather poor (1).


It has not been a good week for God's plan (or the belief that everything happens for a reason). All the women that have been in-prego'd by a loser rapist, must have the child of her attacker according to the GOP and God...and now this. It's one thing is something is not known, like if the Brown's never had an ultrasound, but they did know. Knowing is what separates us from the savage and wild animal kingdom. 

Fuckin' selfish. 

(1) For the millionth time...why does an all powerful God need "glory" and praise-n-shit. That's what humans want. 

* I've been over this with my close circle of friends before...If I'm ever in a vegie-state and there is no way I'm coming back like the smart-arse, cocky (and yet fun luvin'), heavy drinkin' Kriss...then smother me with a pillow. Thank you.