I freely admit that I am addicted to watching TLC television.
"Little People, Big World?" I'm there. "What Not to Wear?" SO there.
So I really don't think I can be blamed for being sucked into the show that was on last night about the Duggar Family.
Have you heard about these people? An Arkansas family, some variety of conservative fundamentalist Christian, who have . . .
(Oh, Lord, I can't even type it without taking a deep breath first.)
. . . seventeen children.
I'M TOTALLY NOT KIDDING. SEVENTEEN CHILDREN.
People, I have seen hell, and it is the Duggar Family. Imagine: seventeen children, two sets of twins, dressed in uniformly bad clothing, all with NAMES THAT BEGIN WITH J.
Oh, and the father's name is Jim Bob. And he has served as an Arkansas state legislator. You guess at the party affiliation. Go on, guess!
I used to think that Saw was the most disturbing thing I had ever seen, but after watching this show, I had to huddle under the dining room table for an hour, rocking back and forth, holding on to my Ortho-Novum for dear life.
Their justification for single-handedly ensuring the survival of the Republican Party? They asked God to bless them with as many children as He saw fit. Mom Michelle (who has, without a doubt, the worst hair I have ever seen, and since I'm from Henry County, AND work in warrant court every day, that's saying something) says, "Children are like flowers, how could you ever have too many?"
Well, hells bells, Michelle, have a flower garden, then, but STOP with the children! Even Angelina Jolie is appalled!
Does God want ANYONE to have seventeen children? I mean, God knows me pretty well, I think, and I'm not sure that He is willing to trust me with even one. I think he's waiting to see how Penny the Wonder Puppy turns out.
And I can't help but think about all the resources going into the upkeep of seventeen baby Duggars, and what could be done with all that money. I mean, I suppose people have a right to make their own decisions about whether to have children or not, and how many, but doesn't seventeen seem a bit . . . well . . . irresponsible?
Not to mention . . . OUCH.
Say it with me ladies: OW-FREAKING-CH.