The Duggars, the fetus, and my Aunt Dixies cat

I'm pretty sure the last time I penned a missive about the Duggars, I robbed a line from somewhere on the inner nets. Something about how the Lady Duggar had a Who Haa that must resemble the Holland Tunnel or a clown car, or something. I could go back and search through my massive archive, but this is a blog, not Dateline NBC.  If I didn't say it, I should have. Given that this is a blog, and beings this is the Internet, the following post may seem needlessly cruel, judgemental, and pointless. All of which makes it perfect Internet fodder.

By now those of you who follow this kind of non news gossipy shit already know about it, those of you who are inclined to steer clear of non news gossipy shit, most likely don't read the tripe I write in the first place, so I'm not too concerned about offending anyone, not that I ever do worry about it anyway.  Anywho, the Duggars are the freaks who have a reality show based on the fact that they keep having kids. 19 or 20 so far. I'm pretty sure they are neither catholic  or "undocumented" which pretty much are one in the same anyway. That said, just to be on the safe side, maybe that reality show Border Wars should consider setting up a checkpoint in this ladys cooch, which is probably shored up with beams and timber to keep it from collapsing in on itself, possibly trapping several miners or drug smugglers.

But I digress. The Duggar baby factory had a glitch on the assembly line, and she miscarried. I'm not sure what went wrong, but i suspect the conveyor belt broke and trapped the lil guy, or it's quite possible he got mugged or something, since I'm certain there is at least a small village up in that thang. Hey, if I'm glib it's because anyone who is so fucked up that they would bring 20 kids into this already crowded world, are pretty much the epitome of glibness. Lets face it, even if they can afford 20 kids, eventually the reality gravy train is going to jump the tracks. Then what? I suppose with 20 kids you could move to Indochina and set up your own tennis shoe factory. But the Asians wouldn't really welcome a small herd of missionary/breeders that are so fucking white bread white they make Rick Perry look like Tupac. Point being, eventually this shit is gonna cost somebody.

So Mrs. Duggar had a miscarriage. The family decided to hold a memorial.  All semi normal so far. Then they slapped this picture on the memorial notice they sent out.

Are you kidding me? Fetus feet? Is it just me, or if you photo shop some ketchup and chicken giblets onto the photo, blow it up onto some dayglo poster board, and put God Hates Fags in sparkle letters across the top, it would look like a sign from the Phelps klan. Who in their right mind thinks it's okay, even emotionally moving, to pinch your dead fetus little feet between your thumb and pointy finger, then snap a photo, and share it with the world?

"But M M, have a heart. They lost a baby".

My aunt had a cat when I was a kid. She never got the cat fixed, which may not even have been an option back in the dark ages of my childhood. This cat would drop a litter and in the coming weeks that litter would get smaller and smaller until there was like one or two kittens left. My Aunt didn't have a clue where the fuck the kittens were going, and when I asked her about it she told me they went to live in heaven with Jesus and all the missing kitties that came before them. Turns out momma cat was eating them. Maybe there was something wrong with the kittens, or maybe there was something wrong with momma kitty, or maybe they tasted like chicken. Who knows. My point is, the momma cat clearly didn't have any emotional attachment to these kittays, else she wouldn't have eaten the little furballs. 

All of which brings us full circle to the Duggars. I figure at this point, the parents have the same amount of vested emotional attachment to their kids as that momma cat had to her meals on paws baby cats. These people are as crazy as a shit house rat, possibly as crazy as an Arizona road lizard. They keep spitting out more pasty kids to boost ratings, draw attention to themselves, and line their coffers. Sending out a photo of your dead fetus feet, or is Fetuses, the proper term, whatever the case, this fucked up repugnant display is just another ploy for ratings or attention, by quite possibly the most deranged two human beings in the world. Ever.

Happy Hannukah bitches.