Karen, with a badly-named daughter (it starts with a K because she is different), is horrified that a two thousand year old institution that doesn't force its women to wear head coverings or marry elderly men against their wishes and whose schools are not paid with public funds might want to encourage students to produce pro-life signs (even for money), an activity she would certainly know about because it was never kept secret and is something the mother should have known had she paid attention to what went on at her kids' school.
Karens are the reason why we can't have nice things.
Don't be like Karen.
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