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By freeacre
I read with utter contempt the misogynist spewing of the fundamentalist pinhead Presidential candidate, Rick Santorum, on the “Right to Life.” The same for all the males that have brought their collective balls to the room to make rules for women regarding their most personal and life-altering decisions without any female input. Just who the fuck do they think they are? Oh, that’s right. They are men who have never had boundaries set for them over their right to dominate the female half of the population. These are the ones who have reduced the issue to a stupid, shallow catch phrase “a woman’s right to choose” or “right to life” because they seem unable or unwilling to delve into the subject any further. Like, it’s never been an issue for them, even though it takes a sperm as well as an egg to conceive a baby. Or, it’s so embarrassing - like being caught reading an issue of Oprah’s magazine.
How did this happen? How can Santorum say, for instance, that “liberals can’t be Christians.” Oh, but they can be war-mongering, fraudulent, capitalist pigs, and that’s fine and dandy. I was raised a Lutheran, not some religion that came out of some asshat’s dull mind as he was eating the Blue Plate special in some diner. To the Lutherans, Presbyterians, Congregationalists, and Methodists in my hometown, it was generally recognized that the Creator endowed humans with a brain that was supposed to be used if we were to handle the gift of free will. An unfortunate pregnancy was naturally discouraged, and the fact of it was often hidden and there was much shame and cruelty involved. I’ve personally known a woman who was hidden out in a shack in the backyard until her baby was delivered by her parents and then “disappeared’ to an adoption agency. I’ve known married women for whom birth control pills were not 100% effective, and another unaffordable child in the family was a disaster for the rest of her children. I know a woman who had to fly to New York to have an abortion in a home set up for that purpose by a local women’s movement group there. It was a hideous experience. Rooms full of cots with groaning, heavily bleeding women packed in there until they could be driven back to the airport. Abortions with no anesthetic. Much like getting a tooth pulled with no pain-killers except 5 mg. of Valium to “relax” you. Yeah, right… It was punitive, but better than nothing. I know. I was there. On the way home, a gold cufflink type asked me how long before I was “back in commission.” I’d have liked to shoot him in the head.
I’ll tell you something else. Women should not have to tell their stories. It is about the most personal and difficult decision a woman can make. She should not have to put her business “in the street,” as some would say. Remember the concept of privacy? It should be respected. However, let’s get real. We need women who have had pregnancies aborted to speak up and vote as a block against these fucktards.
Let’s ask a few questions. Viagra is one of the most prescribed drugs of all time, and the government and insurance pay for it. What? For men too old to reproduce? So, this is a recreational drug that the government pays for so that men can enjoy sex after nature’s hourglass has run out for them. OK, fine. But, then women who can’t afford birth control pills should not get help for their sexual challenges? Why not? Oh, because the evangelicals and Catholics dictate that sex is only for reproduction. So, should they be allowed to purchase Viagra? Or get vasectomies?
How do other religions handle the issue? Back in the day, I remember when The Farm, a hippy collection of more-or-less Buddhists, would deliver a baby naturally and for free. They did not believe that abortion was moral, so they would raise your baby and then give it back to you when you were better able to care for it. I always thought that was great. They recognized how excruciating it is for some to give one’s child up for adoption.
Hindus believe that a child’s soul does not enter the body until the time of “quickening.” That’s when you can feel the baby move inside. Until then, the mother is free to consult with the child about whether the child wants to be on earth under the circumstances it would be born into or not. We can do this. It is one of the feminine qualities that the original women’s movement was beginning to explore before it got co-opted by the CIA asset, Kissinger-dating, scum queen, Gloria Steinham.
I am not saying that abortion is no big deal. It is a big deal. To bear a child in this world comes with a lifelong commitment. It is the mother’s right and duty to decide if she is able to provide the love, time, attention, and resources necessary to raise that individual. If it would be safe from harm. The effect it would have on it’s siblings. The quality of life it could look forward to. The effect it would have on the father and what influence the father would be to the child and the mother.
Pregnancy can be used by women or men to manipulate each other into demanding relationships. I’ve known men who practically have no life left after a spouse took the four kids and dumped him for a boyfriend. Then the child support money all goes to the boyfriend. If he had another child to pay for, he’d probably kill himself - or the woman.
I’ve known other men who have a pattern of impregnating their girlfriends so that they will marry them. Then there are women who think of becoming pregnant as a way to get a check and be out from under their parents rules. Suddenly, they are defined as a “single mother” rather than a snotty teenager.
There are billions of different stories that go with all the pregnancies that have been. All of them are significant. To have them all reduced to the stupid, simplistic , sanctimonious, slogans is an insult to all women. To think that this nozzle, Santorum, is running for President of the United States with all it’s diversity of religions and philosophies, is an outrage. At least Ron Paul says that it is none of the Feds business.
I’ll tell you something else that is personal. I came as close to going insane from despair and grief as I have ever come after having an abortion. I hallucinated for three days - seeing bloody baby tissue on the surfaces everywhere I looked. But, I still think that I made the right decision, even though it was so painful. I had not realized what a miscreant the father was until I told him about the pregnancy. He really scared me. I could not entrap myself or my child with this dangerous jerk. Years later, I was still bemoaning the fact that my daughter (I named her “Lydia”) was never born. Then, she spoke to me.
“Mother, I am not lost to you.” She said, simply. Since then, we have come to an understanding. She is always with me.
Tibetans teach that children who die under the age of twelve have come into this world to teach, rather than to learn. We need to learn the valuable lessons that come from these most excellent souls. We need to turn within and listen. But, they can’t be heard with numbnuts like these screaming in the background.