Vacation Destination News: Abortionplex!

Charlie and the Chocolate factory have a lot to answer for

Charlie and the Chocolate factory have a lot to answer for

Ah, our liberal triumph is nearly complete! All we need to do now is overthrow the banking industry, the monarchy, the government…yep, we’re almost there.

Because, at last, we’ve got our own theme park. As well-respected internet source The Onion reports, America’s Abortionplex has opened, to worldwide acclaim.

The 900,000-square-foot facility has more than 2,000 rooms dedicated to the abortion procedure. The abundance of surgical space, Richards said, will ensure that women visiting the facility can be quickly fitted into stirrups without pausing to second-guess their decision or consider alternatives such as adoption. Hundreds of on-site counselors are also available to meet with clients free of charge and go over the many ways that carrying a child to term will burden them and very likely ruin their lives.

The remaining space is dedicated to amenities such as coffee shops, bars, dozens of restaurants and retail outlets, a three-story nightclub, and a 10-screen multiplex theater—features intended not only to help clients relax, but to foster a sense of community and make abortion more of a social event.

“We really want abortion to become a regular part of women’s lives, especially younger women who have enough fertile years ahead of them to potentially have dozens of abortions,” said Richards, adding that the Abortionplex would provide shuttle service to and from most residences, schools, and shopping malls in the region. “Our hope is for this facility to become a regular destination where a woman in her second trimester can whoop it up at karaoke and then kick back while we vacuum out the contents of her uterus.”

Bring the whole family in a station wagon! And maybe leave in that MG convertible that you’d have been able to afford before now if it weren’t for your cursed fecundity!

These are obviously disgruntled Mommybloggers who didn't get freebies and are bitter about it

These are obviously disgruntled Mommybloggers who didn't get freebies from the Abortionplex and are bitter about it

But is it FUN? How’s the service? and the ambiance? When I’m selecting a spot for a little D&C action, the vibe is important to me.

Let’s check Yelp, America’s pretentiously subliterate answer to trained and qualified critics, shall we?

RHEA T:

Ask for Lenny at the basement level reception desk. He’ll hook you up with an employee discount at their gift shop, and you might even get a chance to perform an abortion yourself.
Abortion can be enjoyed in many ways, and if you’re feeling particularly low, go ahead and get your suction on. AND THEY PROVIDE FREE NACHOS AND MOJITOS DURING THE PROCEDURE!
What more could you ask for?
For a more interesting experience, you can ask Lenny for the “Authentic” package. For a small fee you can march down the corridor to the operation theater while paid actors scream things like “Baby-killer” and “Murderer” at the top of their lungs while waving giant posters of aborted fetuses in your face.
After you’re all done you get a plaque saying “I performed an abortion at Abortionplex” with a picture of you in all your bloody glory.
This is a perfect way to dabble in the medical field without all the studying. You probably want to call in advance and make a reservation because it’s summer now and all the tourists want to do is abort, abort, abort.

I like the fetus shaped jellybeans at the gift shop. The raspberry-lemon flavor is to DIE for.

I took off one star because their coffee is too expensive. 6 dollars for 8 ounces of mediocre brew? It’s a rip-off.

What are you still doing here? Go and add your own review. If you’re AA Gill, this goes DOUBLE!

Deep One washed ashore in Rio!

Deep One by Christopher Burdett: although in conversation she could be quite shallow

Deep One by Christopher Burdett: although in conversation she could be quite shallow

Shocking video evidence of the survival of a colony of Dagon-worshipping Deep Ones just off Leblon Beach, Rio de Janeiro. Also shocking video evidence not all Brazilians look good in a bikini.

And YES I know we’ve been all about the videos lately, but what can I say? YouTube has been particularly awesome lately, what with dead squirrels, Yellowknifers, and gravity-bedevilled gilled monstrosities of the deep.

Home Videos: the funky from Yuggoth

Chibithulhu! Iaaaawwwwwwww!

Chibithulhu! Iaaaawwwwwwww!

Hellifiknow how they got ahold of my old home movies, but there I am, obviously too young to be parading around topless, and playing with my pet dead squirrel, Squirmy. Squirmy didn’t get his name for a couple of days after this, when the maggots started to hatch.

Crowning Glory

From nearby in the blogosphere comes news that the stars are nigh unto aligned and the glorious new era is upon the threshold. From news sources and historians comes evidence that the allies are preparing, making smooth the way for the return of the Great Old Ones.

From Olde Strasbourg:

 

This was during the Krakatoa eruption, when Rlyeh briefly surfaced

This was during the Krakatoa eruption, when Rlyeh briefly surfaced

Yes, the allies from the kings of the jungle even unto the smallest vermin that crawls, unseen yet lathesomely felt, through the teeming maze of our urban decayscapes, have begun to unite in expectation of The Great Rising!

 

Why is it always Germany? Are their rats particularly activist?

Why is it always Germany? Are their rats particularly activist?

Science shows that, in at lesat some cases, rat kings/crowns have been formed while the attached rats were still alive and growing, indicating strongly that these rats were holy, set apart, and that servant rat classes brought them food and attended to their every sordid bodily need while they awaited the glorious Return of the Great Old Ones.

Evidence (you KNOW we’re all about the evidence around these parts):

rat crown xray is all sciency and irrefutable, so there!

rat crown xray is all sciency and irrefutable, so there!

As well-documented in the manuscript known as The Call of Cthulhu, such a pivotal time affects not only the lower orders, but also the sensitives among us, from the most Strindbergian slam poet to the dandies of the Royal Portrait Gallery.

Rat King, the watercolour

Rat King, the watercolour. Somewhat Twomblyesque, non?

Even innocent embroiderers have had hideous glimpses of the godless Gordian knot:

And in another age, these would have been daisies!

And in another age, these would have been daisies!

Truly a motif for our time. We can only shudder and whisper horror-struck guesses at the unspeakable, Transformer-like superpowers to be unlocked by a successful unification!

Rat King sculpture, RATTENKONIG! COWER, MORTALS!

Rat King sculpture, RATTENKONIG! COWER, MORTALS!

Rat King Perfection ACHIEVED unlocking superpowers now

Rat King Perfection ACHIEVED unlocking superpowers now

Soon, very soon, Cthulhu will rise again.

Okay, whose job was it to bring the vaseline?

Okay, whose job was it to bring the vaseline?

Just as soon as we get this situation straightened out.

Nuclear Boy Has a Stomachache

Nuclear Boy better not poop!

Nuclear Boy better not poop!

Nothing ruins a good day at nursery school like a pile of radioactive shit, eh? The Japanese, faced with the biggest pile of radioactive shit the world has seen since Chernobyl have come up with this charming little cartoon starring everyone’s favorite incontinent anthropomorphism. Soothing? Appalling? Amusing? Inspiring? If nothing else, it makes me wonder about what they’re making Japanese diapers out of.