Okay, Leftie, since we're friends, I'm going to try one last time to explain my feelings on abortion to you, because I just don't think you get it. You think I'm some sort of bible-thumper, that I think I'm better than you, and that I want to ram my hypocritical views down your throat. You believe that I'm using my religion as a justification for dictating to you what you can or can't do with your body. The truth is, religion shouldn't matter. What I believe is that you are ignoring a very simple truth. It's not just
your body anymore. You carry
inside your body another person, a growing, developing
baby, a
life. What ever happened to you, whether you were raped , or you had sex with someone you don't particularly want to have a child with, it is not the baby's fault. You do not have a right to hire a doctor to murder him or her just to make yourself feel better about what happened to you or to remove yourself from whatever problems or inconveniences you think the baby will cause. You don't see it that way, maybe because you don't want to except the emotional burden, or maybe because you have found some sort of moral ambiguity in the nature of when a developing baby can truely be called "alive." You tell me no one really knows when life begins, but I tell you if something is growing and develpoing, that means there is life. To put it differently, the question of, "which came first, the chicken or the egg," is irrelevant to me, because when you crack open an egg and fry it, you are preparing to eat chicken. The fact that it has not grown feathers and a beak yet does not make this any less true. Just as the chicken has the egg to protect it, the baby needs your womb. I've never understood why people who are horrified when they see a pregnant woman smoking or dinking a glass of wine have no problem with this presumed "choice." Listen, if you want to cut off your left arm, be my guest, it's your body. If you want to have a doctor rip your living baby violently from the womb, well,
that is
not your body, it's his or hers. It's not about "women's health," or "freedom to choose," or any of those other phony slogans, it's about you being so selfish that you are willing to murder your own baby because you're affraid, or don't like what might happen to you. I hate to be the one to tell you, but there is a price for that "freedom." And there is guilt. And regret. And pain. Because I never met a person, be it a woman who chose an abortion, or a man who was involved, who looked back ten years later and said, "I'm so glad I had that thing killed." We aren't talking about a
thing, like a tumor, or a cyst, we're talking about a baby, someone who needs you, someone who loves you before they even knew you. You want this person dead, for whatever reason, and think that you deserve that "right to choose."
Hmmm...what to do, what to do...should I put you up for adoption, try to raise you, or should I just kill you? You are not "pro choice," you are "pro death." If you can't see that, we have nothing left to discuss.
