Life begins at conception (and ends at Planned Parenthood if you're prochoice) if life were not already present at conception, nothing would happen after conception. If unborn babies aren't alive, you don't need abortion to kill them. This is not difficult.
My parents had been married about three months when my mother realized she was pregnant. I doubt it would have been possible to pinpoint the exact date of my conception, though I have wondered about it many times. Not because I love to think about my parents having sex, but because that was the beginning of my own story.
ReplyDeleteEver read a book with a foreword or prologue? And after the prologue it starts with Chapter 1? Sometimes the page numbering doesn't include the foreword, and Chapter 1 starts on page 1. Does that mean the foreword or prologue isn't part of the book, just because we haven't yet started counting pages or chapters?
Also: "When Daddy Fucked Mommy Day"? How sexist. Since when is sex always something a man DOES TO a woman?
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DeleteAlso: I was born in November, right around the time I was due. I have an acquaintance who was due in December of the same year, but she was born in September. What that boils down to is that I was conceived first, but she was born first. At the time she was born, I was farther along in the process of growth and development, but by proabort logic, she was a living human person and I wasn't. She was fighting for her life in an incubator while my mother's pregnancy proceeded normally. Had someone deliberately murdered her, most proaborts would call that a terrible crime, but many of them would still have supported my mother's "right" to a third-trimester abortion. My acquaintance was born to an unmarried mother; the family who raised her adopted her when she was a few months old. At the same time, my parents eagerly anticipated the arrival of their firstborn.
Here's how this case sums up according to proabort logic:
The unwanted child was a living person. The wanted child wasn't.
The sickly child was a living person. The healthy child wasn't.
The less-developed child was a living person. The more-developed child wasn't.
IN WHAT BIZARRELY TWISTED UNIVERSE DOES THIS EVEN BEGIN TO MAKE SENSE?