Anti Abortion Activists 1 The increasingly violent nature of anti-abortion activists is leading to the extinction of the last of the American heroes - abortion doctors. Okay, that was a disgustingly sappy introduction, but I admire abortion doctors more than anyone else in America. People like me complain about the sudden resurgence of the large family and the disturbing trend toward making everything "family friendly," but those doctors are doing something about it. They are putting their lives on the line in order to spare us the demon children that only middle-class white girls/women can produce. They are preventing Laquisha, third generation welfare recipient, from bringing forth another fatherless child. They are doers. I can only sit back in awe of their bravery. I sure as hell would not do it. I like dead fetuses as much as the next misanthropic bastard, but I value my life more than the sheer joy I experience when a woman chooses to rid herself of the parasitic creature in her womb. So I sit idle and rant against the radical anti-abortionists who would sooner see the country go up in flames than concede that abortion is one of the greatest inventions of mankind. Pro-lifers have always bugged me. Even before I had a total understanding of the abortion issue, I hated them. With a passion. Maybe it was a psychological flaw. Maybe it was fact they tend to be uneducated fools who would have been the wet spot on the bed if their daddies had figured out the rhythm method has nothing to do with the music one listens to while getting it on. Or maybe it was the hypocrisy of so many pro-lifers -- "Abortion is murder and really wrong, but it's okay for (everyone else/rape victims/incest victims/mothers whose lives are in danger)." Way to stand by your convictions! It's one thing to say, "Asparagus is gross, but it's okay if other people eat it," but murder? How can someone think abortion is flat-out, you-are-going-to-hell murder while permitting others to kill wittle babies legally? In 7th grade, the dawning of my cynicism, I wrote a report on abortion, one of the most popular topics for opinion papers. While everyone else was quoting the "Opposing Viewpoints" series, I had concocted what I considered a brilliant proposal -- let pro-lifers have their way but only with the creation of a national registry. People would register their abortion beliefs, and when a female gave birth to an unwanted child, one of the registered pro-lifers would have to either take in the child or help support the new mother.
Anti Abortion Activists 2 I realized that if that were to occur, abortion would no longer be a hot-button issue. Who the hell would want to be pro-life at that point? "You mean, I would have to take care of the kid? Well, then abortion for all! I renounce my pro-life beliefs! Hey, hey, Randall Terry, shut the hell up! I don't want to take in some stupid bitch's kid!" And that's the problem with people today. We're wimps. There is no weight behind our beliefs. I am the first to admit that I value life over politics. I want to know abortion is an option, but I'll be damned if I fight to keep it one. The radical anti-abortionists, though, are willing to do anything to make abortion illegal. They are on a (successful) terror campaign. Make the doctors and staff too scared to perform abortions and the patients to scared to get them. They are winning because they are taking action. They are winning because the mentally ill are over-represented in their ranks. Pro-choice activists, if you can even call them that, are content to march on Washington and start groups with clever acronyms to promote pro-choice candidates. Well, nonviolence rarely brings about change, and it's about time these activists started getting medieval on the other side's ass. Not that I'm calling for violence. That would be illegal. And wrong. Morally wrong. Ethically wrong. But it sure would be a hoot to watch on the evening news. Screw the coming race war; I want to see the abortion war. Bring it, niggaz.