Blender Babies

by Jon Athan

He could finally see past the microwave on the counter. Tommy wasn’t pointing at something. His index finger was on the START button of a large commercial blender on the counter in front of him. A small baby boy, no older than two months old, was stuffed into the blender’s pitcher. The blades sticking out of the mixer rod at the center of the pitcher cut into the boy’s flabby legs and abdomen. He was naked and unconscious.

Omg!

He stuttered, “Wha–What is this?” “It’s a baby... in a blender.” “I can... I can see that. Where did you get him?”

There was another early case here in the States, too. A guy in Florida dissected his ex-girlfriend.

People don’t kidnap women and girls—little girls—and force them into baby factories. Yeah, that’s what they call them: baby factories.