At the closing news conference, Ms. Clinton was asked about Canada's signature G8 initiative on child and maternal health care in the Third Word. The Conservatives have come under heavy criticism for refusing to say if the plan would fund family planning programs that might include abortion.
Ms. Clinton didn't mince words.
“You cannot have maternal health without reproductive health. And reproductive health includes contraception and family planning and access to legal, safe abortion,” she said.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Hillary Clinton Kicking Ass
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Oh and who will dry the tears of baby Jesus?? Crickey, heads are going to be poppin' over this.
1980. Spring. I was in Raton, recovering from a couple of knife wounds I picked up in a bad misunderstanding in Pueblo, just taking it easy in the mountains and trying to get to where I could get my arms over my head without springing another leak.
I was sitting out front of my cabin, with a bottle of Heradura and a spliff the size of your head when SHE walked up. Little thang, a kind of fireplug, with bad hair, marginal skin and the kind of eyes you can't get out of your head.
I was still hardcore about flying the Horse, cav all the way, right?, and she didn't bat an eye, just sat right down and asked me how I was doing. She GOT that people were broken from the 'Nam, and she seemed to care, and her eyes flashed so much anger you couldn't turn away.
I told her the same lies I told everyone and handed her the bottle. She turned it up and made bubbles. I asked her. What's your deal? You're not trailer park material.
She laughed. She said she was married to some Governor, but hell, I just figured it was a figure of speech. There was a community in Northern California that called me "The Pope", but that had nothing to do with religion, y'know?? We killed that bottle and sat together in the early afternoon New Mexico sunshine, sharing quiet tales of inconsequential events. Eventually we went in and made slow, passionate love on the futon.
She didn't stay the night, but she made a kickass fritatta in nothing but a tee shirt before she gathered her things and left me with a lingering kiss and an insistence that I "take good care".
I said, g'bye, Hillary, and watched her walk down the gravel path....
Sweden and Finland just laughed...
I KNEW she was cool.
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