~shout out to the people you know in the real world who have inevitably found your tumblr and not told your secrets and just like quietly watch from afar and don’t bring it up in real life y’all are stars~
The statement goes on to say that “while we pray for the peaceful repose of President Mandela’s immortal soul and the forgiveness of his sins, we can only regret that his noble defense of human dignity did not include the youngest members of our human family, unborn children.”
At least one bishop is acting like a Catholic.
I think you mean ‘at least one bishop isn’t pretending to care about pregnant people’. lol
Ah, good, I got more than a “lol” out of you.
I reject your premise that abortion is about caring for pregnant people.
So you see, that presents a problem for our discussion.
Illegal abortion kills women. Childbirth and pregnancy are 14 times deadlier than abortion. These are facts. You can’t reject reality. If you support taking away a person’s right to end a pregnancy than you are supporting legislation that will kill more women, all because of your stupid ideals that obviously not everyone shares. “Pro-lifers” don’t care about pregnant people, not one speck.
Legal abortion is also very good at killing people, namely the infants whose lives tend to be snuffed out in their mothers wombs.
Again, you are arguing against me using a premise that I don’t share (that abortion is simply the mother exercising a right much the same as freezing off a wart). But if I believe that abortion kills children, ah, then the debate gains new meaning.
Ideals and moral values do not need to be unanimous in order to be correct. Also, perhaps I should introduce you to some pro-lifers who have pretty much spent their life savings (no, they are not rich but poor) supporting women who decide to keep their children. I think that meets any sane definition of “caring”.
I am aware that abortion kills a fetus. All pro-choicers are. But the thing is- the mother is more important than the fetus. Again, if you support a law that will unnecessarily end women’s lives, then you don’t care about women. It doesn’t fucking matter what you or anyone else might be doing to help poor pregnant people who chose to have children. If you prioritize the life of a fetus over the lives of women who are sentient, autonomous, and can feel pain, you literally do not care about pregnant people. It is impossible to “love them both.” And you’re right, morals don’t need to be unanimous to be correct! Your morals are obviously wrong. Nobody gets to live in my uterus if I don’t want them to be there.
So what you are saying is that the 50 million children killed since the passage of Roe v. Wade are simply the price of doing business?
I don’t really enjoy weighing life, and it irks me that you are so willing to separate forms of human life and then give weight to them. If fetuses are human, and all humans are persons (which I take is your objection), then they deserve the protection of society.
Furthermore, and this is the problem with most pro-choice arguments, you are functionally endorsing an ableist view of humanity; what defines a human is their ability to do certain things, or posses normal physiologically characteristics. Their are people out there who are not, due to health reasons, sentient, autonomous, and cannot feel pain. Your argument implicitly leads to the suggestion that such people are less than human, or should be accorded less dignity and rights than others.
My argument is that the very fact of their humanity lends them irreplaceable dignity that must be defended. I have no desire to see the definition of “person” become infested with any more utilitarian thinking than what it posses.
I’m a bit curious also as to how your argument carries with pro-life women who dear bear children. As far as I can work out, it amounts to this:
1. A pro-life woman doesn’t care about pregnant people.
2. So, a pro-life woman who becomes pregnant is, of course, a pregnant person.
3. A pro-life woman doesn’t care about herself.
That’s a pretty bold claim.
They’ll claim that on the contrary, we’re selfish and can’t understand that some women are smarter and more important than we are and are not, thus, as willing to be derailed by an unplanned pregnancy. Or that we’re naive and brainwashed by our husbands and something something flying spaghetti. Fascinatingly sexist arguments.
Or, in the case of some male leftists, that I’m simply so physically repulsive, there’s no way I could ever be accidentally pregnant, so I cannot comprehend the special problems of physically attractive women. They’re even able to reckon this without a photograph, which is a special skill, I suppose.
What they will NOT do, under any circumstances, is acknowledge that the experience of pregnancy could lead a woman to a pro-life position, or bolster her conviction of one. They’re sure that the opposite happens, and love to point to first person essays where a feminist had morning sickness that made her miss work and now understands firsthand “why abortion is important.” But a woman experiencing pregnancy and fetal development and realizing with new vigor how wrong abortion really is, well, that’s just a fuzzy brained sentimental woman and you can’t trust that!
To take it further, more women are targeted than men through abortion. What I mean is that the majority of aborted babies are girls, and are aborted because they are girls. There is a reason why it is illegal in many nations now to know the gender of your baby before it it born - because the government is afraid you will abort it if it is a girl. This then leads to greater gender inequalities, and problems like what happens in China where girls have to have security guards to protect them from being kidnapped.
When you are in love, you learn to love the things that you once never cared about because the person you love cares about them. This is why Christ told us that the greatest commandment was to love the Lord your God; when we love God we love others, we love the orphans and the widows. We love the world even when it hates us, we desire to see people healed and love restored.
You want to change the world? Then you need to start loving God in such a way that your entire world changes. That is the beauty of transformational love; it doesn’t just affect you, it affects all those around you.
I usually don’t reblog much that isn’t Catholic-related, but I need to reblog this, because you need to understand, and everyone needs to understand. I live in filth because cleaning is like climbing Mount Everest. I don’t look at people when I leave my room because I don’t have it in me to make small talk, and I can’t risk it. I don’t do deadlines because I can’t, not because I’m lazy and not because I’m a rebel, I just literally can’t make myself get it done. My teachers think I don’t care, my friends think I’m a flake, and I conveniently “lose” my phone for months because I’m afraid of who is going to need a piece of me that I can’t spare, and I’m afraid of who is going to be mad at me this time for forgetting something or missing something or not calling them back. Showering? Wipes me out. And I don’t always do it, because if I have to choose between using my energy to do homework or shower, and I can only do one, I have to make that choice. Is that gross? Yep, I know.
But i’m not sad all the time, although I am sad more than the “average” person, and yes, mostly every day I have suicidal thoughts. But they’re not like the melodramatic depictions in books and movies, they are merely the annoying wasps that I have to live with, forever buzzing in my ear: “You could sleep forever, you know. You don’t have to deal with this anymore. I’m right here, waiting. All you have to do is give in. I’ll take care of the rest.” But we’re old friends, and I just swat them away. Some days that’s all I can manage, laying in my bed and swatting them away.
And very few people know that this is depression, that this is what it’s like, it isn’t crying myself to sleep, it isn’t composing morbid poetry. It’s old food in your room, and wearing dirty clothes because you haven’t been able to do the washing, and it’s greasy ponytails. And I’m doing pretty good these days, God has been helping me through, but this kind of stuff is my every day life, and I don’t have a day off.
But the worst thing, worse than anything I wrote here, is that I haven’t been able to write in 7 years.