Post Birth Abortion From A Joke To Petition - Granite Grok

Post Birth Abortion From A Joke To Petition

Note: I wrote this on Friday and found myself w/out a connection and unable to get back to it until now.  So, hopefully it’s not too out of date.

Now and then the surprising and sharp scent of the past curls into my conscious and scraps up an unexpected memory from a dormant and distant area of my mind like a child running across a field of mature dandelions freeing the seedlings into the air. Today was one of those times.

In a previous life, I, more than occasionally, engaged with the local crowd of the pony-tailed and the long haired liberated from the confines and determination of a comb or brush, wearing loose fitting brightly colored cotton pants and sandals. The young ladies were frumpy with colorful dresses short enough to expose hirsute calves and un-manicured toes that were deeply calloused from barefoot Hacky Sack marathons.

A few times while mingling with this crowd and sipping, occasionally gulping, from the red plastic cups the discussion would turn to politics. Not really current events because most didn’t pay attention to the world beyond the immediate unless an event was so large that it burst through the protective myopic shield like when the Desert Storm thundered into discussions. That didn’t result in anything really stimulating; it was what you’d expect, “no blood for oil, man”, “War, what is it good for” and on and on. Naturally that died out in minutes.

Mostly talking politics meant talking abortion. Always abortion. But hey, I was a young lad with the usual needs of any healthy young lad boiling just beneath the surface, so I played along –I didn’t want to alienate anyone too much. Inevitably, someone would bring up the unassailable;0) argument that abortion must be legal if it effects the “health of the mother”. Emphasis on health. It’s that ever elastic, definition dodging term used by the abortophiles. As long as having a child effects the “health of the mother” it should be her choice to not have the child.

Eventually, I’d tire of the inanity and start puncturing this weakling of an argument, piquing some, simply annoying others. I’d put forth something like, “health can mean anything, oh I’ve got cramps, hang nail, I’m nervous about the future, my car payments late and I’m constipated. That’s it, kill the child”. Everything can be a malady, and I pointed it out. I went even further, and posited, “Why restrict it to a prenatal what about postpartum abortions?”  After all if the health of the mother is paramount, then dealing with a rambunctious and naturally curious two year old can fray the nerves of anyone, that’s clearly detrimental to the “health” of the mother. And that cannot stand, put it down!  I even said, they’ll probably extend it to pre-teens as well. It was a joke.  Some got it, others tilted their heads like my dog does when I whistle.

However, I simply carried out their logic. They didn’t see it that way. Naturally, the pang of realizing that truth and logic are against you forces many to change the subject, call names or dismiss the argument as absurd without combating it. Of course they couldn’t combat it and still can’t. I filleted their flummery.  Eventually on those occasions, I ended up hanging with my closer friends at the event.

It’s nice to see that type of thing is still going and, with today’s conveniences, it can be captured and shared for all to see.  The odd part is my opponents way back in the day knew I was busting on them and having a little fun at their expense.  Today,  many people don’t even get that.  See for yourself on the vid below.  Some signed a petition stating they’re for legalizing fourth trimester abortions.  I’m not kidding.

h/t The Daily Caller

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