As pro-choicers lift a glass to the 40 years since the passing of Trudeau’s “Omnibus Bill” that decriminalized abortion (and homosexuality) and prompted PET to famously declare that the state had no business in the bedrooms of the nation, a storm is gathering over Ottawa.
It’s that time of year again, when the local forecast predicts it’ll be raining fetus fetishists (accompanied by intermittent shrieks) as forced-pregnancy punishment freaks don their water-repellent hair shirts and storm the capital in the name of freedom, faith and family… because nothing says “freedom” like “All your uterus are belong to us”.
But so what? Same thing every year. But this year might be a little different because they’ve been working themselves into a Jesus-driven frenzy over the biblical implications of the “40 years” (their theme this year is “EXODUS”, no religiosity there, nope) so who knows? It might get exciting for a change. Care to make it interesting? Let’s throw out some predictions and gamble like the heathens we are:
1. Numbers: Usually these little shindigs draw anywhere from 3500-7000 frothing, foaming fetus fetishists (depending on what report you read/believe). But since they’ve been going batshit over this one (40 years!) for months, I’ll go out on a limb here and predict that it’ll be BIG, the BIGGEST EVER, at… 8500. Oh okay, 9000.
2. Demographics: Overwhelmingly young, since there’ll be thousands of kids bussed in from Catholic schools following the carrot of a free credit and a day off (subsidized by Ontarian tax dollars). Fetus fetishists will declare this as meaning the End Of Abortion since all these Good Catholic Kids will obviously abstain from illicit sexual congress, but as usual, the facts indicate otherwise.
3. Canada Wordmark: Ignoring the C&D order from the government, they’ll go right ahead and use the odious banner with the wordmark… again.
5. Ottawa traffic will be tangled and snarled for hours, but nobody will bitch about it because most of these people are the right colour.
Feel free to roll the dice with some of your own predictions… there’s a glass of champers with my name on it that needs urgent attention (hey, it’s 5pm somewhere).
Happy 40 Years of Freedom Day!