A Chicago Tribune editorial Wednesday tries to appear rational and compassionate. It says if law makers really want a partial birth abortion ban to become law, they must compromise. Just allow the sucking out of a baby’s brains for the health of the mother. Never mind that there is no reason ever to use this method, the editor says if you want it passed and upheld by the abortion court, you have to make a health of the mother exception.
The Truth about Partial Birth Abortion
What the editor doesn’t realize is that the person having his or her brains sucked out is in every respect as important and human and in need of compassion as the mother, who is not having the baby killed for any health reason, because doctors can find no instance when this form of abortion is medically indicated. None. It is done purely for the doctor’s benefit so he won’t deliver a live baby.
Besides, if truth is to be told, a partial birth abortion ban’s only significance in that it keeps the abortion issue alive, and before the public, and it scares the abortionists to death. It won’t save a single baby, because there are other methods, even more gruesome, that remain available.
So the editor did do what pro-lifers want editorials to do — describe how horrendous abortion is — and remind us that even pro abortion legislators don’t like this method. The late Sen. Daniel Patrick Moynihan said it was as close to infanticide as anything he had ever come upon, God rest his soul.
So we thank the editors for describing the procedure as gruesome — puncturing the skull and suctioning out the brains until the skull collapses, they remind us, but that’s enough. They could skip the advice, which no true pro-lifer would ever consider, anyway.
A Second Opinion
Over the years we have have received dozens of poems, short stories, even plays, about abortion , and we appreciate them all, because they show deep concern over the killing of our children. Rarely do we print these compositions or recite them on Action News because we wouldn’t know where to start, or when to stop. But now I am going to present one that really got to me.
It’s called “A Second Opinion” and it’s by Bob Scott. Gene Malone of Kenosha sent it to us. You may have seen it. We think it carries a wallop, and we hope you will say a prayer for all good souls who feel the way Bob does.
A Second Opinion
There’s a little guy somewhere, waiting to appear.
Curled up inside his mother’s protective atmosphere.He’s the one they didn’t plan on. He’s an extra mouth to feed.
A little inconvenience, neither of them need.He’s doctor bills and formula. He’s sleepless nights and stress.
He’s wet and dirty diapers, and a home that is a mess.He could have been a newer car, or a cabin with a view.
Or a cruise, or clothes, or Vegas shows, or other dreams come true.So they talked about abortion, as the wise alternative,
For that fetal imposition who would change the way they live.He isn’t really human. He doesn’t even breathe.
He was just a misadventure, they happened to conceive.They sit there in the waiting room, with papers they must fill,
With waivers and consent forms, and arrangements for the bill.They know that’s what they have to do. There is no other way.
But once or twice they wonder, what that little guy might say:"I wish you wouldn’t do this; I’ve got so much to do.
I have to learn to walk and talk, and dress, and tie my shoe."I have to learn to whistle. I have to learn to run.
I have to learn to say my prayers, for when the day is done."I have to watch for Daddy, with Mommy at the door.
And I have to ride in shopping carts, when they take me to the store."I have to blow out candles, on a lot of birthday cakes.
And pose for all the pictures that Mommy always takes."But if you let them do this, I’ll never learn to wave.
I’ll never have a birthday, won’t even have a grave."I’ll never play a game, and I’ll never laugh or cry.
I ‘ll never even have a name. And I’ll always wonder why."
Think about it.
