The Anti-Mommy, Take-Your-Abortionist-To-Lunch Lady

I gotta tell you. BitchPhD is going too far for me. Ironically, I found this pro-abortion blog post though a technorati search for "mommy" blogs. Go figure. Maybe Technorati needs to start a category for anti-mommy blogs.

Today is the National Day of Appreciation for Abortion Providers.

If you know someone who works in an abortion clinic, take them out to dinner, buy them some flowers, or just sit them down and tell them that you appreciate what they do. If there’s a clinic that performs abortions near you, drop in and say a quick thanks. And if you’re online reading this right now, head on over to the National Abortion Federation website, and write a note of appreciation.

Not all readers agreed with BitchPhD, however. Guest commented:

"Destigmatize abortion care." I'm pro choice but I would never delude myself into believing that abortion is a good thing. It's a tragedy, under any circumstances. This kind of childish, hyper-rationalized discourse ("national day of appreciation") gives a bad name to the grownup's ironic pro-life position nerved by the tragic understanding of life and death. Grow up. Learn to live with stigma.

Although some commenters were enthusiastic in their support for abortion, like Michael:

Not only is abortion not a tragedy, but it is an affirmation of the highest moral good, the power to choose, the power to reject slavery.
And who, in any circumstance other than in shackles, is more enslaved than a woman who IS FORCED to remain pregnant against her will, serving as life support system, waste handler, and food digester for a blob?
Let us celebrate abortion providers, the RU-486 people, and anyone else willing to stand bulwark against the forced USE of a woman!

Blob? I take umbrage at that. I was a "blob" once, myself. Heart beating after 18 days, as a matter of fact. Which is usually before a woman even knows she is pregnant. Those who delude themselves into thinking an unborn baby is a "blob" or "tissue" are lying to themselves, or woefully uneducated.
And "forced USE of a woman?" Unless it was rape, the woman knew that intercourse could result in pregnancy. I don't call that forced use. That she is unwilling to take responsibility for her actions is disappointing. That a baby needs to pay for her selfishness with his/her life is unconscionable.

Men Working

I have to say I am so impressed with what I have been reading lately on the blogs. If you haven't seen these posts already, I want to share them. Julia at Sometimes Lucid wrote another amazing post, this time about the Holocaust. You know this is a topic near and dear to my heart. It is a description of some of the events of Kristallnacht, which I wrote about previously in my post on Holocaust Remembrance Day. Julia's post is a forwarded email from the Simon Wiesenthal Center and is very very profound.

Another great pro-life blog post was written by Cassandra-Ann, about Down-Syndrome babies and abortion. This is a personal story about a family she knows and their experience having not one but two DS pregnancies in a row.

My own topic for discussion today is about street resurfacing. This was the first inkling I had that something was going to be happening on my street:

I had to park my minivan outside last night. I can't tell you how relieved I was to find my car still there this morning. I am petrified about parking my car on the street overnight ever since my car was stolen out of my driveway back in 1997. Yes, I live in a good neighborhood. But isn't that where the car thieves go shopping when they want a car? Thankfully, it is still there and I will park it in the garage tonight.

As I walked my son to the school bus this morning, I saw that all of the cars were moved off the street except one. There was a green Jeep Wrangler parked on the street in front of a neighbor's house who I sort of know. This lady used to work at the school's front desk, and she is in the process of moving, and her kids are supposedly living at the house. So when her car was still in the street 1 hour after the moving deadline, I called the school to see if they could reach her and let her know the car was about to be towed. I hope they were able to get to her on time.

The boys are very excited about all of this activity. They love big machines and men who do big, important work.