Who’s More Deeply Disturbed?
My impulse is to make these words as big as this screen. Today I am deeply, deeply disturbed. I want to discuss the ban on late term partial-birth abortion that was just upheld by the Supreme Court. I’m not disturbed about that. I applaud that ruling. I never thought that I would be happy that Samuel Alito got confirmed, but today I was. Sometimes I am like a being skirting through life and do not absorb the details, but I will try my best to get the facts as I heard them. Apparently, this ban is more complicated than one might expect. There is a dispute over the wording on the ban, learned doctors say it’s vague and they’re unsure about what constitutes *”partial birth abortion”*. Quick solution: STOP DOING THE PROCEDURE. Confusion lifted. My own opinion is very simple, very blunt. If you are a woman who does not intend on giving birth to a baby, do not have sex. Period. That very specific event is what s-e-x is for in the first place. We, almighty human beings have distorted it into a tool (forgive the expression) for our own enjoyment, or lust. We are only concerned with what heights our passions will lead us to; and the sacred act, itself, is abused and it’s true meaning, it’s original purpose is obscured beyond retrieval. Looking at it this way, elevates the animals of the forest and the seas above us human beings. At least when they copulate they are fulfilling the honest purpose of the act, procreation.
UPDATE: 4/20/07 *…*= I added the word “birth” to “partial abortion”.
Let me state here that I am a Catholic and I do not believe in abortions in any way, shape or form, or in what month it’s supposedly acceptable and (healthy) to have one. My beliefs are mine alone; and I do not seek to force them upon anyone else. Oh, I will state here that I would willingly give my life so that my unborn baby might live. That is an excruciating difficult choice to make; but despite the fact that I have a husband I do not want to leave, and I have a 2 year old son that I am definitely not ready to leave, I also could not make the decision to end the life of a being inside my body, created with the love that my DH and I share. It’s hard. Even after writing that, I just know that my flesh is weak and I am balking on the inside; but the way that I see it is that God has given me the power to create, he has given me a partner to create with. How can I possibly terminate a life, a soul that God has entrusted to me?
I have to laugh because I just wrote of my personal beliefs and it was not really my intention, but how can that not come into a statement I make on this subject or any other? Though I have, indeed, stated my personal beliefs, I do not judge others. If someone makes the decision to have an abortion, it is between them and God; yet, I cannot fathom how someone can go through that. I, however, grieve.
GRAPHIC GRUESOME DESCRIPTION IN NEXT PARAGRAPH. PLEASE, IF YOU ARE A MOTHER, THINK TWICE ABOUT READING ON. OR BRAVE IT, AS I DID, BUT BE AWARE THE CONTENT IS DISTURBING. THERE ARE PICTURES, BUT I CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO LINK TO THEM. I am sorry, but I believe that a lot of women out there who had the abortion, seriously do not understand that their baby is actually being murdered. I believe that the doctors who do this procedure are leading on the women to believe that the baby doesn’t actually feel it; nay, I believe they are advising that the baby is not a baby at all, just a massive cluster of cells.
What I am truly disturbed about is what I found out about the procedure, itself. I am truly disturbed about what kind of individual, what kind of person would perform this murder under the guise of practicing medicine in the first place. I just learned today that some of these abortions are performed by dismembering the living fetus, inside the mother’s body, then removing it, piece by piece. Gruesome! Other procedures describe pulling the baby out, except for it’s head. The baby is alive, arms and legs moving about. The nurse must assist in making sure the fetus’ head stays in the birth canal. Then the baby is killed, with it’s head still inside, by stabbing him/her with surgical scissors, scissors used otherwise to save a life, then suctioning out the brains, collapsing the skull, effectively killing the baby. “Technically” the baby is not alive because the head is still inside, so it’s supposed to be okay. I want to know how the men and women of the medical profession can live with themselves, being representatives of the Healing Arts? How can they bring themselves to advise a mother to have one? How can they handle a living baby, up to 6-7 months gestation, then commit an act of homicide? Indeed, if the head slipped out, it would be considered homicide. How can they draw that line?
This is a LIFE we are talking about, an advanced life form, no longer an embryo, no longer an entity that our “learned” men (and women) are unsure, confused about whether it’s a life or not…. it’s a life! Again, women should not be getting pregnant if they are not ready to commit to rearing a child.
I do know for a fact that the women that have any type of abortion experience trauma. Though women are placed into the villain’s hat, they are really additional victims. They are victims of poor education. They are victims of a society that condones, indeed, encourages and facilitates promiscuous living. Personally, I DO know women who have had abortions and it was a traumatic experience for them, but really, did they stop having sex? The answer is no. So, what will happen should they get pregnant again? Will they go and have another abortion? When will it stop?
Women need to start taking responsibility for their own bodies, and I don’t mean claiming the right to terminate the gift inside. There was a time, not too long ago, that women knew exactly when they were ovulating. They were so attuned to their bodies that they knew everything that was going on with it. They knew when something went wrong at the slightest sign. When/Why did we become so out of tune with our own bodies? I believe that all this abuse and modern, fast medicine has alienated us from our own bodies. We no longer know ourselves, inside and out. We cannot even bring ourselves to be comfortable with our own bodies. We turn ourselves off to our bodies; we deny our bodies. What happened?