In order to keep abortion legal, pro-choicers have had to turn unborn children into Nothings. These Nothings are not really there at all. They are Products of Conception. They are Blobs. They are Tissue. Arms? No! Legs? No! Fingers and Toes? No, no too Human! Too much like creatures we could care about!
We talk of animals being euthanised. Regretted deaths, as painless as possible.
But the pain of unborn children is the last big taboo in our society. No anesthesia. Doctors are not trained to euthanise unborn babies; there is no such word in obstetrics.
They don't need anesthesia! They are Nothings! A grimace? Doesn't mean Anything! Writhing? Doesn't mean Anything! And that is from Gynecologists who cannot give the doomed unborn the benefit of the grimace and the writhings and, just in case, inject some novocaine or something in the fetus. (would any of these go to a dentist who didn't use a painkiller? I would like to dare them!)
Nothings need nothing. Not even a thought of sparing pain during dismemberment. Did I say Dismember? No! It's Extraction!
According to them, I was a Nothing before I breathed. Were you?
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