She keeps breeding…
She never stops…
Someone make her stop!
And I know some of you don’t like it, but dammit, this image still makes me laugh.
(Thanks to Benjamin for the link!)
Everybody’s good at something! (sigh)
wow, one too many glasses of red wine tonight, I think I posted this link in the wrong post, either that or i’m stuck in some star trek time thingy.
Anywhoo, this is my favourite picture of this family from a great Art blog:
My first thought was that they must be Quiverfull types – and sure enough, they have an article on the website. It’s a bit outdated, it dates back to 2001, when they had only 13…
Oh, mine eyes! I just got these damn people out of my head after a week of thinking about their insanity levels and how they are polluting the earth with diapers and …. and now I am laughing my head off at at “its not a clown car” picture and I can’t stop.
I can’t take all of the credit, as a friend of mine (Brandon) notified me about it. But it was I who previously showed him the clown car pic. But then Hemant had originally blogged about the clown car/not a vagina… So I guess Hemant actually gets the credit, huzzah!
Apparently, she will continue to squirt out kids as long as Gawd wills it. Mewonders, though, if she’s one of those Xians chicks that’s “saving herself for Jesus” — and if Jesus would still want it…
They remind me of that Catholic family from Python’s Meaning of Life.
Dad: The mill’s closed. There’s no more work, we’re destitute.
[Lots of cries of ‘Oh no!’… ‘Cripes’… ‘Heck’… from around the room.]
I’ve got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. [The children protest with heart-rending pleas.]
No no, that’s the way it is my loves… Blame the Catholic church for not letting me wear one of those little rubber things… Oh they’ve done some wonderful things in their time, they preserved the might and majesty, even the mystery of the Church of Rome, the sanctity of the sacrament and the indivisible oneness of the Trinity, but if they’d let me wear one of the little rubber things on the end of my cock we wouldn’t be in the mess we are now.
That vagina must be shaped like a cows.
What the hell are you doing with 18 kids!
Someone should explain to them the finer points of masturbation!
True story: I met the Duggars a couple of years ago when they gave me a ride to my car after a big political event. And I can’t stress enough how NICE they were. Like, incredibly nice.
I mean, yeah, she’s spewed out a few litters of kids and her children are all eerily well-behaved, but man. She’s nice. And her husband’s nice, and I tell the plain truth when I say they were kind enough to take me to my car in the Duggarmobile. Long story. But wow. Not that I’ll be attending one of their nightly bible readings anytime soon. But I promise – they’re nice. Nice power-breeders.
It’s odd. I wonder how much time and resources these parents are able to allot to each of their multitudinous offspring. I mean, sure, they are demanded by Jesus to breed like rabbits and Jesus will give each child their individual purpose, obviously, but wouldn’t ot be nice to have parents who could actually be available and in a position to give each child individual attention? It can’t be good for your self-esteem to be one of eighteen, no more significant at home than you are in an office or classroom setting. But, perhaps I am just going overboard…
Aaaaannnd the baby is out (as of yesterday)…
Jeez, they got started late (at 23 & 22 y.o.a.), so they could have produced at least 22 by now — or 27 since they’re in Arkansas.
They’ll get there eventually:
“‘We both would love to have more,’ [Jim Bob Duggar] said.”