One thing that has always struck me as a tad ironic is the obsession that so many feminists have with ensuring that there are as few legal restrictions on abortion as possible. Seriously? Have you seen most of these chunky frumps, sporting hair styles that look like they were created in a mental institution’s barber shop, stomping around in their sensible footwear, and stridently bellowing in a charming baritone that they aren’t going to put up with any man trying to tell them what to do?
With the possible exception of a bizarre accident involving a loaded turkey baster, what possibility do any of these Napolitanos have of becoming pregnant? Some of them, like Rachel Maddow, who regularly rails against attempts to protect unborn children and, not incidentally, women’s health, are open and “proud” lesbians. Yet they react violently at any attempt to restrict this “procedure” that is so beautiful and wonderful that many of them won’t even say the word.
You’ve probably heard of the pro-abort group NARAL Pro-Choice America. That’s the fourth name that they’ve tried. After three iterations, in 2003, they realized that they needed to rebrand themselves again and completely excise that icky “a” word from their name. I understand the thinking behind that. In order for people to embrace the idea of abortion, it’s best that they not actually know what they are supporting.
Unfortunately, when the euphemisms like “pro-choice,” “women’s health,” and “reproductive rights,” conveniently draped over the reality of this “procedure,” another word designed to allow people to avoid reality, are ripped down, the hideous truth is there for all to see. The recent trial of “Dr.” Kermit Gosnell, with filthy blood-stained sofas where women could wait to exercise their precious “choice,” which might include receiving inappropriate dosages of potent drugs from untrained, clueless staff in an unsanitary examining room before being probed with dirty medical tools, and babies having their spines snapped before their corpses were thrown in a refrigerator, was a window into what those euphemisms try to cover up. And speaking of cover ups, the liberals in dinosaur media did their best to cover up the Gosnell story precisely because it did force people to look at the reality of liberalism’s sacrament, legalized abortion.
Over the last few days, we’ve witnessed the near canonization of grandstanding democrat Texas state senator Wendy Davis, the perky blonde in pink tennis shoes, who also has a tough time saying the “a” word.