By I Am Séamus Fierce

OK so not everyone in Glasgow supports choice, apparently. Earlier today there was a “pro-life” vigil in George Square, followed by a torchlit procession to St Andrew’s Cathedral. Say what you will about their odious [official] views on women’s rights; the hymns, candles and statues of the Virgin Mary prove those Catholics sure know how to do atmosphere.

And they woulda gotten away with it as well, if it wasn’t for those pesky pro-choicers. We know how to get a crowd going too, and we’re much wittier than them. Choice chants of the night included “‘pro-life’ that’s a lie, you don’t care if women die”, “keep your rosaries off my ovaries” and an ingenious modification of Call Me Maybe, worded (I think) “I just met you, and you’re all right-wing. it’s my body, so hands off crazy” (or something).

Some bright spark brought along blank paper and pens so that people could make their own placards. Without them it would probably just have been us surrounding their service and blaspheming. Oh, and having the occasional ‘debate’ with some of the whallopers from the other side, most of whom – surprise surprise – were horrible old men.  So here come the pictures. First up is one such minging git, whose head you may or may not want to pour a pint over. Then it’s all good stuff.

total bellend

“my cunt my choice”

“my body, my life, my right to decide”

full marks for effort of actually drawing beads

it’s a coathanger, right?

RIP Savita Halappanavar

the polis made her tear off the word “fucking”

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