Kristan Hawkins, henceforth to be referred to as “That Cunt” wants women to die. More specifically she wants women to either give birth or die, perhaps preferably both at the same time. You have to wonder, being having a cunt of her own why just minding what went in and out of that wasn’t sufficient for That Cunt. Apparently a fantasy film on the possibility of a fetus feeling pain was a sacred moment for T.C., it was when she had the epiphany that fully grown adult women (of which she wasn’t one yet) were merely trash receptacles, garbage to be tossed once the potential of a new human could be realized.
T.C. is proud to enable pain, suffering and death of other women, ecstatic over their potential misery when their life is at risk due to untimely, or potentially lethal pregnancies occur. For her life is like being six feet from a fatal car accident, seeing the broken glass, blood, hearing the screams wanting to prolong the agony before dialing 911.
Were I a hateful person, which I am not, I would wish T.C. the most fabulous ectopic pregnancy. Glorious, she could glow with the warmth of bountiful estrogen while making the decision to carry the most impossible pregnancy to its unavoidable end. She had and continues to lead a crusade to diminish, deter, and demoralize other women, interfering in the privacy of decisions that belong to no one other than the woman and her doctor.
Rot in hate T.C. I’m sure there’s plenty for you out there.