Random Rage of the Day

There’s a wave of delusion sweeping over America’s pharmacists, leading them to believe that it is their appointed mission in life to regulate the reproductive lives of their customers. We’ve all heard about the rogue pharmacists refusing to fill prescriptions for emergency contraception and birth control pills, generally because a) they imagine the pill is some kind of abortion or Satanic ritual, or b) the woman with the prescription isn’t married and therefore, in the estimation of these self-appointed arbiters, has no business doing anything that requires birth control. But that’s nothing compared to the pharmacists who refuse to sell any kind of contraceptive device at all:

“Where would the condoms be?” A man asks with total sincerity and seriousness—He is an adult after all.
“We don’t have condoms.”
“You’re a pharmacy without condoms?”
“Well,” she scoffs, “that’s not exactly the kind of behavior we want to promote now, is it?”

And what kind behavior is that? Contraception?

Even by the godbags’ own reasoning (and I use the term loosely), this makes no sense. Here’s an adult (who could very well be a god-fearing Christian) who just wants to have a little nookie with his spouse without the fear of getting impregnating her every single time. This is common and perfectly acceptable among the majority of Americans. A pharmacist's job is to dispense medication, NOT morals. Last I checked, that is what priests did.

I’m guessing that sperm worship — which has long been the province of Catholics — is becoming more widespread among fundamentalist Evangelicans. Every spermatazoon is a perfect, sacred gift, created by Jesus Himself. Phooey. Then married men with wives after menopuase would be committing a sin every time they had sex, for that sacred sperm has been wasted.

As for pharmacists - I’m waiting for these sanctimonious hypocrites to deny an unmarried man erectile disfunction medication. Or condoms, for that matter. Will never happen. These "sex is for procreation only" fanatics never seem to have problems giving grandpa his little blue pill so he can mount his ailing wife all night long.

Let's switch the language here a bit:
“Excuse me, can you tell me where this bookstore keeps its stocks of Left Behind?”
“We don’t have Left Behind.”
“You don’t have Left Behind?”
“Reading trashy fundamentalist fiction isn’t exactly the behavior we want to promote, is it?”

Needless to say, if a clerk at a bookstore said that, there would be a nationwide boycott by angry Christians concerned with their inviolable freedom of expression.