Caring. Or not.
That online "Beaver" poll got me thinking the other day. Dr. Henry Morgentaler was #3 on the list (of Worst Canadians) because (surprise, surprise) a bunch of numbnutters spent their day voting in the poll instead of blogging about how great the War on Terror is.
Let'sThrowStonesAtTrudeau'sGrave - Again
Anyway, in contrast to the numbnutters mentioned above, I consider Morgentaler a Canadian hero and a truly brave person.
I'm such a fan, I would have had him #1 on that CBC online poll what put Tommy Douglas in top spot for Best Canadian, but there you go - abortionists are a hard sell. (You'd think not as hard a sell as some pencil-necked four-eyes from the Prairies, but that's Cyber Canadians for you, I guess.) Even these days, which seem more like the middle ages the further one ventures out into cyber space, to tell you another scary truth (for normal people - a field day of blogging anti-ideas for the rest of us, or is that anti-blogging ideas), abortionists are a hard sell.
So, as I say, I got to thinking about abortion and Dr. Morgentaler and it dawned on me - people who say they care about the unborn are lying. They don't care about the unborn. It simply isn't believable. What they care about is restricting the rights of women and harassing atheists (which is another thing I admire about Dr. Morgentaler - his unrepentent atheism - probably because I'm more the impressionable suggestive type and if someone says, "I saw Jesus' face in my Fruit Loops this morning", I buy Cheerios just to make sure I'm not scared shitless by Jesus' face staring up at me from my cereal bowl, taking great comfort as I do from a religious friend's advice that, "Gawd only gives you what you can handle", but not wanting to tempt fate, either).
Just kidding. I'm so humanist nowadays that when another friend started talking about the point at which math meets physics, my brain almost exploded with joy over the divine beauty of reality, what we know, the here and now, the present (as in, presence) of life.
And I'm not just all woman, I'm left-handed, too! AND my Mom never switched me to my other side when I was in my crib - so that whole one side of my brain got squashed while the other side, the communicating side, started telepathizing with strangers just to have someone to transmit all my artsy ideas to before they were crowded out by more artsy ideas. So for me to find joy in science is proof positive that Gawd is a figment of some pretty fired up imaginations.
I mean, look - I care about a lot of people, actual living people, but I can't honestly say I care about, say... large numbers of people I don't know. (Which is what Charles Templeton once said about Christian love - he said, "It's not possible to love everybody. It's an untruth. The best we can do is care about one another".)
It's like that for me with the unborn. I've only got so much caring to go around and the unborn just don't make the cut-off. Heck, Africa doesn't even make the cut-off anymore. I suppose to some that makes me an evil monster (i.e. lefty feminist), but so be it. I'm really only being honest. My caring only goes as far as the woman I know or know of or maybe even read about in the newspaper. It just doesn't reach out as far as the unborn. And I don't believe anti-choicers are any different than me (except that they're batshit crazy liars, of course). They don't really care about the unborn at all. They can't possibly. They just care passionately about restricting women's rights and making it look like they care about the unborn in case their Gawd is watching and keeping score of their willingness to sacrifice any appearance of sanity for the sake of religion.
And that's all I have to say "these days" about abortion, Dear Reader. Nope. Don't bother arguing with me. There's no point. I just don't care about the unborn.
