03-15-2006, 04:11 AM
Count Duckula,Mar 14 2006, 09:28 PM Wrote:I know I'm coming in late, and doubtless somebody already raised this particular point, but... I think most abortions happen because the man doesn't want to stick around after getting the woman pregnant. This isn't saying that women aren't getting pregnant to keep a man, as may well happen frequently where you're from, Doc, but where I'm from, abortions happen because the boyfriend or parents of the pregnant woman or teen don't want the baby, and make it quite clear that the woman/teen will be persona non grata if she decides to even bear the child, much less keep him or her. Such is my experience.
And to counter the school locker/cucumber thread Doc started, I wish to sidetrack with a bit of personal philosophy:
If I ever get knocked up, the kid's going up for adoption. I'm neither financially solvent or emotionally stable enough to keep and raise a child. However, God gave me a pair of childbearing hips, and it'd be a shame to waste 'em. I'm all for putting the child up for adoption if the mother can physically handle childbirth. I see abortion as a necessity ONLY in the case of rape or incest (the child was forced upon the female without her consent or even knowledge) and the couple's (note how I phrased that) choice if the child has an instantly fatal disease. (As in, the kid can't survive long out of the womb. That instant.)
Outside of rape, the only way I know I'm getting pregnant is if I have coitus sans prophylatics. And trust me, they make it better. :D
[right][snapback]104607[/snapback][/right]
God bless ye.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."