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Feminists, Fascism, and an American Gals “Right” to Fund Abortion

Present day feminists are awesome.  They have empowered me to make the better choice.  Under past legislation, they have given me the right to fund abortions.    Because of their willingness to advocate for the deaths of millions of unborn babies in our country, I have become enlightened as to what it means to truly be a woman.

But what if I am not that kind of woman?  What if I am the kind of woman who applauds the spark of life in sperm and egg?  What if I am the kind of woman who wishes all women had the freedom to rock their children, to sing their lullabies?

What if I am simply the kind of woman who really, really loves babies…their dewy innocence, their rainbow of skin colors…their eagerness to talk in all the wonderful urbly burbly baby languages that our country represents?

What if I don’t want to be part of an adult cleansing that frees those that are “truly human” and condemns people- inside-people to die?  Why are people inside of people not considered worthy of life?

What if the thought of abortion brings to my mind other genocides?  What if, for me, it is haunting to pay taxes— not because I don’t support America— because in so doing I feel Hitler’s hand upon my pen, rocking the death cradle of the unborn?

Why am I told that to truly support women’s rights, I must help women kill the itty bitty people-inside-people?  To truly be a “liberated American woman,” I must agree with the mass murder of tiny Americans who will never be given the chance to decide whether they want to be a Democrat or a Republican. Or a Feminist.  These tiny Americans cannot decide whether or not they like to go barefoot in spring, or dream about who to invite to their birthday party. Why am I told that I lack compassion if I do not want  to help these women murder the children that I would like to meet… would like to teach, would like to run with?  Why must I see it their way?

Feminism arose as a movement against injustice, and I really am thankful for the mothers of the movement who wanted me and their other daughters and granddaughters and great grand-daughters to experience the freedom to be treated equally in our personal, economic, political, and social arenas.  I love that!

But who decides which women get to pursue this?  Why are the pro-choice women elevated to a status that enables them to receive portions of my earnings for something that is diametrically opposed to my love of children and my desire to devote my life to their care and protection? Choosing to be a mother, a grandmother, a special needs teacher makes me feel whole. I want my life to be about the young sparks in this great life we live.  Pro-choice women: I am not asking you to make the same choice as me for your life. But why am I  forced to pay to extinguish the new sparks?

Instead of feeling invigorated at the end of a day of giving, I feel ashamed of where some of my earnings find their resting places, because certain women have forced Congress’ hand. In pro-choice palaces with names full of integrity, like Planned Parenthood, the choices of infants are forever stolen.

I look forward to the day when all women are truly considered equal,  when fascists’ (whoops I mean pro-choice feminists’), needs are no longer more important than my own.

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Kae Bucher

Aslan Is on The Move! I think our Creator has His stuff together... I don't believe He supports murdering the innocent.. whether babies or citizens...

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