A foul foetus

I have just undergone my first attempt at abortion, namely, the knitting-needle thrusts of Jessica Star, as she tried to weave, in her best fashion, a convincing argument why my uterine brothers should die.

However, large impediments ruined the texture of her argument. Earlier in the afternoon she had undergone (in her own words) "a sorcerer's sideshow", and it appeared to have left a lasting spell on her. Using Impotent generalisations and sterile analogies she tried to tie the diffuse strands of abortion and woman's emancipation together, by the single knot of an umbilical cord, which left most of the audience wallowing in her low-octane effort (like aborted foetuses in old diesel cans) and pregnant conceptions.

She tried in vain (or was it vanity?) to prove that any throw of the ovarian dice entitles the woman to kill the developing human life within her.

All in all it was a one Star performance, bordering on the inadequate for her part.