Father Jack Hackett from the absolutely fantastic comedy series Father Ted.

[From Eclectic Micks: HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY FROM FATHER JACK HACKETT!]

I don’t know how to draw, so I made some squiggly lines in MS Paint. I feel like I learned something about the form of the comic strip. Frankly I should have done these in three panels, but every comic I’ve ever read and liked has been a four panel comic. It seems to mess up the timing to condense it into three.

I also learned that I should never, ever, try to write a webcomic.

There is also a one page ‘Origin of Angerman’ that may, at some point, be transfered from paper to glorious digital quality. Which is highly unlikely since these days I adventure under the name ‘Apathy-man’.

I’ve been pro-choice since I became aware of the issue, since even my preteen brain could grasp the pure stupidity of a person without a womb trying to make decisions for other people who have a womb.

But I’ve finally decided to reverse that decision, and now hereby call for the repeal of Roe v. Wade. As was explained by the Archangel Gabriel to me last night in a dream, while eating at a Dunkin’ Donuts, aborting a fetus before birth is reserved for God and God alone. For does it not say in the Gospel of Luke that the Lord “knew you even while you were in the womb?” For you are a person at conception, regardless of the opinions of certain Satanic jurists. And when God, in his total omnipotence, looks at you and lets you come forth from the womb and into the arms of your mother, it is God saying, “Alright, you’re cool.”

Or at least, it used to be. Now, having usurped God’s role, plucking fetus from womb like Eve plucking the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good & Evil, God has turned his back on us. God is no longer watching the door to Club Earth, people. They’re just letting anyone in now.

And this was abundantly clear to me yesterday, when I watched Paris Hilton show Ellen around her house. And in Paris Hilton’s house*, there is a picture of Paris Hilton. And it is made of thousands of little pictures of Paris Hilton.

How many Paris Hiltons will it take for you Godless bastards to let God cull the crowd with miscarriages again? You heartless sons of bitches, recant, recant of your Godlessness!

*A ‘house’ in the same way that the Mississippi is merely a ‘river’.

Note: Yes, I’m talking about miscarriage, which I realize can be an emotional subject. Paris Hilton makes me angry enough that I don’t care.