Best nations to have kids, as ranked by "Save the Children"

I'm sure it brings you contentment to believe that

I'm sure it brings you contentment to fawn over differences in already-low maternal mortality rates. How scientific of you.

You win five Internet Points for trying to get at someone's profession while you're projecting

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Originally Posted by ']['ear

I was wondering how long it would take you to resort to ad hominems, Cain. Tsk.

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Because you were too dumb to see it coming, huh? Not exactly a surprise, given what you try to pass of as "arguments," though.

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Originally Posted by CitizenCain

Because you were too dumb to see it coming, huh?

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Meaning that you invariably turn to insults when you haven't made strong points rhetorically, or you simply have irreconcilable opinion differences with somebody? Yeah, we're all familiar with that. Oh, and you don't care. Right. Gotcha. Contras, anal rape, blah blah blah. Can we consider this conversation had already?

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Originally Posted by Dreadnaught

There are a number of reasons for the discrepancy, and given similar levels of prosperity it's really doubtful that Europe or America is a "better" place to mother a child because of this.

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It would actually be very interesting to have the scored values instead of only the ranks. Usually (as you said) the so called "western" countries are very close to eachother compared to the developing natrions.

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Originally Posted by Lewkowski

I wonder what they attribute as the cause.

The United States tends to have more kids per couple then a lot of European countries. Risks for pregnancy go up after the first child which can skew it some. In addition the United States has a lot of illegal immigrants, are these factors in? There is a perverse incentive to quickly get pregnant and have an "anchor baby" in the United States.

I'm curious what the numbers are if they take out illegal immigrants, count only first child vs. first child as well as drop out all the voluntary self abusing potential mothers (ie crack heads) what the results would be.

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Originally Posted by Ziggy Stardust

Yeah, because it can't be that socialist yuropean countries beat your shiny god blessed country right? There has to be a catch.

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Our numbers would be better if they filtered out women who die in childbirth too. Seems pretty unfair to include them, especially since they're usually poor and uneducted. Stupid fucking stats manipulations. :down:

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Originally Posted by CitizenCain

<shrug>

It's only really a consideration if you ignore basic natural laws and give a shit about the left side of the bell curve. Which, apparently, we are. Frankly, they really should just be grateful to be alive at all, considering how nature handles that side of the graph, but whatever. Yippie, democracy - where 10 mentally retarded wards of the state are worth tens times more than someone with a functional brain. Weeee!

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Which basic natural laws are you talking about? Just curious.

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Originally Posted by Nessus

It really baffles me as to why you've yet to find the glories of National Socialism :(

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Well, there's believing and supporting what they believe, then there's calling yourself a dirty fucking Nazi bastard. :mad: Labels are important. :o

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Originally Posted by CitizenCain

Because I don't give a shit about the strength of the group, obviously. I'm about individual rights -). :o

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Funny, the group is always more fit than the individual in every way, except hiding maybe. Call it a natural law, if you like. :o (Note: Rambo movies excluded.)

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Originally Posted by ']['ear

Cain, the problem with your philosophy is that it rarely survives contact with the enemy. Percentage of people abandoning libertarianism after hitting hard times dwarfs deathbed conversions. It's a luxury of those born with a certain amount of privilege and whom have yet to be tripped up.

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If you have a source to back that, I'd be interested to see it.

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Originally Posted by EyeKhan

Well, there's believing and supporting what they believe, then there's calling yourself a dirty fucking Nazi bastard. :mad: Labels are important. :o

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Originally Posted by Uncle Kurt, in Mother Night

This is the only story of mine whose moral I know. I don't think it's a marvellous moral, I simply
happen to know what it is: We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we
pretend to be.

My personal experience with Nazi monkey business was limited. There were some vile and lively
native American Fascists in my home town of Indianapolis during the thirties, and somebody slipped
me a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of Toon, I remember, which was supposed to be the Jews'
secret plan for taking over the world. And I remember some laughs about my aunt, too, who married
a German German, and who had to write to Indianapolis for proofs that she had no Jewish blood. The
Indianapolis mayor knew her from high school and dancing school, so he had fun putting ribbons and
official seals all over the documents the Germans required, which made them look like eighteenth-
century peace treaties.

After a while the war came, and I was in it, and I was captured, so I got to see a little of
Germany from the inside while the war was still going on. I was a private, a battalion scout, and,
under the terms of the Geneva Convention, I had to work for my keep, which was good, not bad I
didn't have to stay in prison all the time, somewhere out in the countryside. I got to go to a
city, which was Dresden, and to see the people and the things they did.

There were about a hundred of us in our particular work group, and we were put out as contract
labour to a factory that was making a vitamin-enriched malt syrup for pregnant women. It tasted
like thin honey laced with hickory smoke. It was good. I wish I had some right now. And the city
was lovely, highly ornamented, like Paris, and untouched by war. It was supposedly an "open" city,
not to be attacked since there were no troop concentrations or war industries there.

But high explosives were dropped on Dresden by American and British planes on the night of
February 13, 1945, just about twenty-one years ago, as I now write. There were no particular
targets for the bombs. The hope was that they would create a lot of kindling and drive firemen
underground.

And then hundreds of thousands of tiny incendiaries were scattered over the kindling, like seeds
on freshly turned loam. More bombs were dropped to keep firemen in their holes, and all the little
fires grew, joined one another, and became one apocalyptic flame. Hey presto: fire storm. It was
the largest massacre in European history, by the way. And so what?

We didn't get to see the fire storm. We were in a cool meat-locker under a slaughterhouse with our
six guards and ranks and ranks of dressed cadavers of cattle, pigs, horses, and sheep. We heard
the bombs walking around up there. Now and then there would be a gentle shower of calcimine. If we
had gone above to take a look, we would have been turned into artefacts
characteristic of fire storms: seeming pieces of charred firewood two or three feet long
ridiculously small human beings, or jumbo fried grasshoppers, if you will.

The malt syrup factory was gone. Everything was gone but the cellars where 135,000 Hansels and
Gretels had been baked like gingerbread men. So we were put to work as corpse miners, breaking
into shelters, bringing bodies out. And I got to see many German types of all ages as death had
found them, usually with valuables in their laps. Sometimes relatives would come to watch us dig.
They were interesting, too.

So much for Nazis and me.

If I'd been born in Germany, I suppose I would have been a Nazi, bopping Jews and gypsies and
Poles around, leaving boots sticking out of snowbanks, wanning myself with my secretly virtuous
insides. So it goes.

There's another clear moral to this tale, now that I think about it: When you're dead you're dead.
And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It's good for you.
Iowa City, 1966

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Originally Posted by ']['ear

Meaning that you invariably turn to insults when you haven't made strong points rhetorically, or you simply have irreconcilable opinion differences with somebody? Yeah, we're all familiar with that. Oh, and you don't care. Right. Gotcha. Contras, anal rape, blah blah blah. Can we consider this conversation had already?

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I was actually referring to fact that you'd inevitably grow wearing of trying to defend an indefensible position, and would choose to opt out of the whole conversation under the pretense of vaginal itchiness getting your feewings huwrt.

Vaginas!

Penii!

Seriously, you two guys need to knock off the whole thing, kiss and make up. Or say Yo, Dude, you da man. Or get a room, or something.

Around here you can BOTH be man bitches. :D

I haven't done anything, have I? Cain's just bored and wants to pick a fight. I'm not interested.

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Originally Posted by ']['ear

I haven't done anything, have I? Cain's just bored and wants to pick a fight. I'm not interested.

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Takes two to make a baby, dear.

Yup. I haven't hurled any insults, so I don't think we're close to insemination. :up:

Which of you is going to be impregnated, though?

I'm too old.

Viagra! Cialis!

(now what's the deal with the two separate tubs there?)

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Originally Posted by GGT

Viagra! Cialis!

(now what's the deal with the two separate tubs there?)

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Here, I'll feed your google conspiracy.

I was teasing a friend about a future of alcohol induced impotence if he didn't cut back a bit. My gmail spam is now overflowing with alcohol treatment options and erectile dysfunction med-spam.

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I still don't understand the two tubs. Do you?

Unless it's just to make us go, huh? and remember it's Cialis and not Viagra....?

Apparently romance involves not touching.

And cleanliness!

That commercial is so very stupid.

My favorite ad ever. I remember when I first saw it, TV muted, during an NBA playoff game. Almost fell out of the chair laughing.

wow, that ad was so full of obvious it was bad. Levitra didn't do so well on the market did it, despite its levitating name?

I still want to figure out the Cialis marketing because it just makes no sense. None. At least Viagra has a catchy tune, kind of like the jingle for the Hover Round. Put them together and it might make for a good youtube

Go go go on your Hover Round...vivaaaaa Viagra...go go go....vivaaaa....on your hover round....viva Viagra....on your hover round

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I was going to make a relevant comment on this study, but then Tear posted that video and now I remember why I giggle when I see tire swings.

Well played, Tear, Well played.

To be fair, I think a lot of the shitty marketing around sexual products/drugs could be related to the whole showing a boob on TV resulting in fines of 34 billion dollars extravaganza.

Levitra is a cure for tired balls? :bulb:

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Originally Posted by littlelolligagged

Takes two to make a baby, dear.

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Actually.... didn't I read somewhere that they can take a skin cell (from you) and reprogram it into a sperm, use it to fertilize an egg (from you), and create an embryo? Now that's inbreeding. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA Haaa haaa haaa HHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!