When feminists have meltdowns about the perceived danger of the restriction of baby-butchery, count on Patricia Heaton to inject a little sass into the mix. Because today she really dropped the mic. Before you can relish Heaton's handiwork, allow me to set the scene.

Leftists of the #ImWithHer persuasion are losing their f***ing minds having trouble accepting the election results (see Feminist is “Terrified” of Raising a Son Because of Trump and Feminists Protest Trump at Polling Station… By Going Topless). Some hyperventilating individuals breathe into paper bags. Feminists sit on dissidents, employing their massive heft. On Friday, some of these rotund broads will parade their jiggly blubber to protest the inauguration. About a million women are expected to participate. But as it turns out, not all these women are land-dwelling butter whales.

Those women who are not closely related to aquatic mammals? Not welcome...

Long story short, there are groups of pro-life women who are equally offended by things Trump has said and/or done, and want to march in solidarity with other women who are offended by things Trump has said and/or done. That's rather the definition of "solidarity" and even "inclusivity." It's also known as "finding common ground." You know, all the talking points feminist hambeasts love to cite while lecturing about loving all women. But feminists like Valenti?

Because really, what modern feminism is really about and who it's actually for? The Mean Girls of activism. Only angrier. Fatter. Harier armpits. Man-hating. Minor differences, sure, but they're both groups of mean women.

Now for the moment you clicked the article: Patricia Heaton read about the kerfuffle, but rather than seeking a safe space, she tossed a live grenade into Jessica Valenti's.

Feminists, being a sect of leftism, have long told us they're not "pro-abortion" because they're all about "choices." Patricia Heaton, in one tweet, demonstrated they're lying heathens who feed on baby spleens.

The thru-line of the past two months following Trump's semi-surprising victory is liberals, or any of their sects (third-wave, SJW feminists) have no interest in finding common ground, getting along, exercising tolerance or even decency toward those with whom they find disagreement. In fact, Project Veritas just uncovered plots involving left-wing groups planning to bomb (stink bomb) a Trump inaugural ball. But remember, the left is all about tolerance and diversity... of terrorism.

So there sits Patricia Heaton, one of the few in Hollywood who doesn't shy away from her beliefs or Christianity, who uses a little bombing of her own. In this case, not a butyric acid bomb, but a truth bomb. Leaving feminist hags who sustain themselves on a diet of hate and delicacies made from the carcasses of their unborn babies, feeling rather burned. Not unlike an unborn baby injected with saline. Or maybe "feeling burned" would be the appropriate feeling if feminists were capable of experiencing empathy for women outside their coven.

If you enjoyed Heaton dropping truth bombs, you'll enjoy Steven blowing up Samantha Bee.

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