Aaaabortion

I wouldn’t say I’m pro abortion.  I guess I am, though.  I’m not sure what else you would call it.

            I don’t like abortion.  I don’t go around advocating abortion, and I certainly (probably) wouldn’t watch an abortion take place.

            Nevertheless, I find myself unable to believe that a fetus should have more rights than a woman.  I know, it’s awful.  But I am who I am.

            Important to note, though, that I am who I am because of the life I have led thus far.  I was not born the way I am now.  Less hair, for one (I was born with a comb over, though).  But I was not born spewing witticisms and minor philosophical queries on the Internet.  I’m sure I spewed several things, but carefully constructed sentences and paragraphs were not among them for quite some time.  In fact, I even trained most of my life to be a classical musician before deciding I would rather be a writer.  And I’m still not exactly sure what I will do with my life, because I have not yet made the antecedent decisions that will define my life.

            I bring this up because those who would ban abortion completely have made arguments such as “What if the baby you abort would have gone on to cure cancer?”

            Um, ok.  What if the baby would have gone on to rape your daughter?  Are these things decided pre-birth?  See, I’m confused, because many members of the “Babies are better than women” club are also Christians, and Christians believe – at least, many angry Internet Christians have told me that Christians believe – that god gave us free will.  It seems to me that the ideas of free will and fate don’t really go together.  Either the baby was going to be a doctor the whole time, OR he/she/it/flark could have made decisions throughout life resulting in a career as a doctor and ultimately finding a cure for cancer.  Maybe life begins at conception.  A PhD, however, does not.