http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/10/08/nebraska.safe.haven/index.html

With all the abruptness of a car crash sounding in the dead of night, it happens: the sound of pea soup being spit up just as silverware falls to the floor. This is no ordinary evening at the Dick Nasty estate; he's just read the report on a Nebraska law intended to protect infants, that has parents of teenage children exploiting a loophole and abandoning them at local hospitals, in some cases driving over state lines to do so.

With all the reckless veracity of a wild boar detecting a subterranean truffle, Mr. Nasty tries feverishly to type in that string of letters that used to always seem so simple - e. x. p. e. d. i. a. Three, four, five times he tries, but with hands trembling from adrenaline rushing, in fitting irony he ends up at typo domains redirecting to porn sites time and again. "Carpe Diem", he commands of himself, voicing it aloud. He takes a deep breath, trademark belly swelling and wipes his eyes -- and finally -- he hits. Red eye flight from LAX to Omaha International, check. 1 passenger, check. Payment type, check; finish. He begins packing his overnight bag immediately: depends, listerine, digital camera, vaseline, assorted chocolates and lollipops, five mini bar sized Red Rock Merlot - though a vodka man himself. It is done, he's on his way. "Veal", he keeps repeating to himself throughout the taxi ride, with all the subdued repetition of "rosebud" at the end of Citizen Kane.

"Veal."

"Veal."

The "parents" should be pelted with rocks and dumped by the side of the rode on garbage pickup day.

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With all the reckless veracity of a wild boar detecting a subterranean truffle

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Here's another good one. It's true.