Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Nice to talk to you today, and REALLY?!?!



I called my Congressman's office today, and came home to find he'd voted for HR7. So I began this email to the staffer I talked to. I'm not sending it because I work for the state, and I like eating. But I am so tired of people who make life harder. They're never happy people. The text of the email so far:

It was nice to talk to you today and I suspect that for the next couple of years, we're going to get to know each other.


HR7 is the kind of dumbass pander to the nasties I expect from my representative.


You know what I hate most about you narrow-minded pro-birth proto-fascists?  That if your sixteen year old was pregnant , you'd drive her to the clinic.  Actually, she wouldn't have to go to the clinic, your private OB/GYN would do a D&C for "dysfunctional bleeding".

I also hate that you make me support abortion, which I fundamentally don't like. I believe that life begins at first cell division. But I also believe that there are crimes worse than murder, and if a woman is not ready to be a parent, ending that life before it fully starts may be the better choice.

Realize that my religion debates whether it is better to eat fish (dumb but small and thus many must be eaten) or cows (fairly smart but one death feeds many).

I hate these anti-choice measures for a number of reasons:
  1. I've never met anyone happy having an abortion. 
  2. All the restrictions do is push them later and more dangerous. 
  3. If a woman were happy about having an abortion, would you want her to be a mother? 
  4. I have seen narrow minded small souled bigots feel empowered to be ass-wipes to women suffering the loss of wanted pregnancies. 
  5. Similarly, I have seen women carrying life threatening pregnancies of babies that will not survive treated badly for the decision to go ahead and induce at 30 weeks rather than risk orphaning her living child. 
When I was in training I asked everyone about abortion, and the old hippy dude who said, "They come here with enough of their own shit, I don't add mine" was the guy who felt like a saint. So I stick with that.