In his Senate office, on a shelf next to an autographed baseball, Sen. Rick Santorum keeps a framed photo of his son Gabriel Michael, the fourth of his seven children. Named for two archangels, Gabriel Michael was born prematurely, at 20 weeks, on Oct. 11, 1996, and lived two hours outside the womb.
Upon their son’s death, Rick and Karen Santorum opted not to bring his body to a funeral home. Instead, they bundled him in a blanket and drove him to Karen’s parents’ home in Pittsburgh. There, they spent several hours kissing and cuddling Gabriel with his three siblings, ages 6, 4 and 1 1/2. They took photos, sang lullabies in his ear and held a private Mass.
OK – so not only is Rick Santorum a Jesus-fried bigot, but he’s also completely fucking insane? Supporting this psychopath not only immediately eliminates you from a serious political discussion, but also qualifies you for an psychological examination. Jesus. fuck. what the fuck.
Gracias to Michael Keane for bringing this to my attention. This photoshop is tailored to the kind of family photography Rick Santorum has on his mantle and Mike’s morbid sense of humor.