RE: Yet more christian logic: christian sues for not being given a job she refuses to do.
July 20, 2014 at 1:35 am
(July 20, 2014 at 12:10 am)Esquilax Wrote:(July 19, 2014 at 3:22 pm)Welsh cake Wrote: What is the legal basis for filing a lawsuit here?
You cannot sue for not being given a job, you didn't want to do in the first place. This isn't an unsuccessful candidate bitching about discrimination or some shit, an employer looking to hire is required to respect your choices. If you say you're unsuitable for the job, then by your own omission, you're unsuitable for the job.
You cannot even place a complaint for that, because its not a legitimate ground for raising a grievance.
This should be thrown (and laughed) out of court.
It's illegal in Florida to require someone to take part in an abortion, and since because the woman in question believes that birth control causes abortions, somehow that makes the family planning clinic in breach of the law, rather than the woman just being fucking wrong. That's why I brought up the Hobby Lobby decision, as this is just another case where the religious right thinks that its factually incorrect ideological beliefs should be given more legal weight than actual, verifiable facts.
Too these people facts are just pesky things that get in the way of the bible. Still I wonder how this woman got her nursing without a basic understanding of how birthcontrol works. I mean did she dig it out of a fucking cereal box?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
