Priorities
Here a year or two back me and Loretta went to a conference in Corpus Christi and I got set next to this woman, she was the wife of somebody or other. And she kept talking about the right wing this and the right wing that. I ain’t even sure what she meant by it. The people I know are mostly just common people. Common as dirt, as the sayin goes. I told her that and she looked at me funny. She thought I was sayin somethin bad about em, but of course that’s a high compliment in my part of the world. She kept on, kept on. Finally told me, said: I don’t like the way this country is headed. I want my granddaughter to be able to have an abortion. And I said well mam I don’t think you got any worries about the way the country is headed. The way I see it goin I don’t have much doubt but what she’ll be able to have an abortion. I’m going to say that not only will she be able to have an abortion, she’ll be able to have you put to sleep. Which pretty much ended the conversation. – Cormac McCarthy
If the thing you most worry about for your daughters and granddaughters is their ability to have an abortion, your priorities are really fucked up.
what sometimes gets lost in the blood covered depression that is McCarthy’s writing, is how hilarious he can be.
Very true
What book is this from?
No PG Gravatars? It’s one boob, it’s Italian, and it’s old*. Some “manosphere”.
*No offense, Sophia.
“No Country for Old Men”
I forgot to add that even though it’s a work of fiction, that passage is typical enough of certain people to be nonfiction.