Dear Mitch Daniels

Mitch Daniels, grossly over-estimating the size of his shriveled little heart

Dear Mitch Daniels,

I’ve long suspected that you were even smaller on the inside than you are on the outside, and today you’ve proved it. Planned Parenthood is many women’s only access to health care. And now you’re doing your best to make sure they don’t have even that.

Every time I see a photo of your smug, self-righteous face, I get angry, because it reminds me that men are still in control of women’s bodies. You will never, EVER become pregnant, so you will never, EVER have to decide whether or not YOU should have an abortion. So what makes you think you are at all qualified to make that decision for one woman, much less hundreds of thousands of us? What makes you think it’s your place to ensure that women–many of whom voted for you, for some unfathomable reason–will not receive basic health care? Care that can and does save women’s lives? How many women’s death warrants did you sign today, with one sweep of your pen? What have women done to you, to deserve that? Nothing, of course, except to be born women.

You’re a malicious, misogynist, malignant cancer on the ass of humanity.