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Well, I suppose I’m pro-life now. I don’t want to be. I arrive here with feet dragging, slunk shoulders and hanging head. As if resigning to a dreaded chore.
I’d prefer to remain with my peers, my contemporaries. I’d much rather adopt and reap the many perks of convenience in a pro-choice lifestyle. I wish I could resolve the consequences of insignificant hook-ups with RU-486. I want to maintain the impression that my career is too important and it’s just not the right time. I’d rather stick to the beaten path of overpopulation concerns, unfit parents, or unfit world, than to that of wearing a condom or abstention.
I want to stay with the cool kids. Thanks a lot, Planned Parenthood, now I’ll never get picked for dodgeball.
No sudden epiphany, no Jacob-esque battle with the angels of my faith. I don’t align myself with the pro-life “nut jobs” because any crisis of conscience or need of crusade. I get here simply because you obviously can’t believe anything the cool kids tell you.
It was bound to happen. I’ve held a smoldering suspicion they were lying to me for some time. Primarily, when they tried camouflaging abortion as women’s health.
“You don’t have a uterus! You know nothing, Jon Snow!”, kept the tides of doubt at bay for a long time. Not daring to question anything I clearly had no business questioning.
But those numbers — those pesky, inconvenient numbers — kept rearing their ugly little heads and ever so slowly the leak became a flood. The dam broke with Planned Parenthood being exposed for what it is. Wholesale, publicly funded murder.
Like many in the Senate, I’ve not watched the videos. I’ve no need and, besides, I couldn’t hear them over the din of how dear Cecil’s life was.
I figure, as I read recently, were their mission was so noble, they’d be heralding it from rooftops. Not, as it seems, getting partisan jurists to block the onslaught of damning media that threaten their very existence.
So. I’ll be over here, I guess. With the nut jobs, whining on and on about precious life, blah blah blah.
I just wish they had more fashion sense.