It's Not About Your Vaginae (NSFW)
In case it has escaped notice, much of the pro-abortion argument is focused on vaginas (or vaginae for the Latin-minded). And it must be. For to couch it in anything other than the most introspective of terms (and really, can you get any more introspective than your own internal genitalia?) means that we must confront human rights abuses too gruesome to even contemplate. So despite appearances:
It is far easier to preserve one's sanity by dancing around in vagina costumes, chanting "Hail Satan," and reciting bad poetry to the ill-used orifices than to acknowledge the stark reality that this:
Is Not A Vagina.
Also Not A Vagina.
Again, Not A Vagina.
The above Not A Vagina is actually Kermit Gosnell, an abortionist convicted of murdering the little girl in the picture above his. He was also convicted of killing a woman and rather savagely injuring some vaginas. He was also allowed to operate for decades without regulation in spite of multiple complaints. And in an age of ever increasing government regulation and surveillance, this might make one pause to ask whether the entire debate is actually about women's health.
Because that is, of course, the predominant argument for legalized abortion. Women's health. Now pardon me if I've missed something, but Gosnell's abortion clinic doesn't strike me as particularly healthy. Landfills are cleaner.
So when a bill comes up for consideration that would prevent legal back alley butchers like Gosnell from killing women and murdering children in conditions that would make Sub-Saharan Africa blush, you'd think the pro-abortion supporters would joyfully don their vagina costumes and do the traditional Dance of the Twittering Labia, but. . . well . . . no. No. It seems they are upset about this. It's better for women to go to fiends like Gosnell because otherwise they might have to go to fiends like Gosnell. Logic! Science! Evolution! Vagiiiiiiiiiiinas!
So here is the truth. No one cares about your poor, sad vaginas. No one. Do with them what you like. Use them, abuse them, pet them, poke them, take them out for steak dinner at the Elk's Club. No one cares, except for nice religious people who think you are of such intrinsic value to Almighty God that you ought treat yourself with respect and care where every aspect of your life, including your fertility, is concerned. But they're deluded.
No one else cares what you do with your vagina. Just don't kill babies.