Lies and Damned Lies, Sir

I am so angry I could spit.

Normally I stay away from this topic because it’s such a polarizing, emotional issue for so many people. (And if you don’t want to be enraged, too, don’t read any further.) Today, however, the billboards were back on the sidewalk outside the Virginia General Assembly building, and it was all I could do to walk past them and not rail at the people holding them up.

I’m sure that, no matter where in the US you live, you’ve seen billboards like these. They’re great big plywood-mounted images of fetuses - bloody, sprawled out, graphic as all hell. Deliberately disgusting.

Today, the Virginia General Assembly is set to vote upon a bill which will make those fetuses, and the fertilized eggs from which they sprang, into a fiction of legal personhood. Any intelligent person can do the math here: if a fertilized egg is a legal person, then destroying that fertilized egg is murder. Period. Full stop.

The bill’s author, and his cronies, would like us to believe that the purpose behind the bill is to provide additional penalties should a pregnant woman be involved in a traffic accident through no fault of hers and miscarry as a result. Again, the intelligent person cannot help but laugh at the ludicrous belief that that would be the only time that miserable law would be applied. Do they actually believe we trust them?

I learned a very long time ago that life is not fair. That people can say one thing and do something totally contrary. That politicians will lie. None of that lessens my outrage over the tactics being used in this fight over what should be a personal decision.

Don’t want an abortion? Then don’t have one. And leave me to make my own decisions in peace.

%$#@!%&*^

(Comment if you like, but be advised I have no patience today. Provoke me at your risk.)