"Rape is a crime, and Texas will work tirelessly to make sure that we eliminate all rapists from the streets of Texas," said Abbott.
No mention was made of eliminating incest, Abbott probably realizing that sister-fuckers and niece molesters make up a sizable minority of his base. Nonetheless, catching all the rapists in Texas and ‘eliminating’ them is an ambitious policy goal, especially for a state that can’t even keep its lights on in a snowstorm.
For one thing, rape is not always practiced on the street. When rape happens outdoors, “Ahine the shed,” is more like it. But Abbott doesn’t have to drive rape indoors—that’s mostly where it happens already. While the image of a stealthy predator roaming the urban wilds, looking for women wearing fishnet stockings to force himself on may be uppermost in the popular mind, most rapes don’t happen that way. A lot of them start with a date, where the guy decides the girl is going to have sex with him, and the girl decides, after watching him drink a case of Lone Star, or brag about how he kneecaps homeless people, or shoots at cows from the highway, or that he’s had sex with all of the other girls in her sorority, that she is not. Her decision is overruled by the Lone Star.
She doesn’t go to the cops, knowing that they’d point out she had a few frosties herself and was wearing a leather skirt on the date, a sure signal she wanted sex. She finds out she’s pregnant six weeks and a day after the louse last burped on her. Now she has to drive herself out of state to get an abortion, and Texas is the state that has the longest drives to get out of.
That’s if she has a car, of course, and gas money. She can’t take any of her sorority sisters with her to help her hunt for good stations on the radio, because that would subject her friend to being sued for ten k by some ultra-Evangelical freak concerned about the fate of a tiny blastocyst fathered by beer.
Because that’s who Abbott is playing to, people who think that rape is God’s will, and if God didn’t not want you to be pregnant by a really unpleasant stranger, He would not have invented roofies. This is because God works in mysterious ways.
Or, as I prefer to think of it, God always seems to be up to some shady shit.
He’s like Abbott that way.