What right have we do destroy a life….

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Listen up, flamebait: Every time you chow down on a burger, eat a steak, squish a spider, or lace up your Nikes (–or other sneakers–) decorated with kangaroo skin, which–big brown eyes notwithstanding–are regarded as effin’ rodents by some people in Australia, you’re participating in killing living things which have a damn sight more utility than a 20-week-old fetus in utero.

Wait–you’re a VEGAN too? Did you know that plants scream when they’re picked? Well, you have to hook them up to a galvanometer to measure their angst, but it happens. (And the tracings look remarkably like those indicators of stress used by the right-to-life people to indicate that fetuses feel pain during an abortion!) Let’s face it: A one ton steer has a hell of a lot more of a fighting chance against a hungry human than a floret of broccoli!

As for the “rights” of the fetus-Americans, until you’re ready to shell out tax dollars to support the fetus-Americans until they reach 18 years of age–or longer if they suffer from abnormalities, I’m really not interested in your hypocritical position. Because “rights” imply “entitlements,” and the cost of these “entitlements” come out of the pockets of every Amerrican.

Except possibly the rich Wingnuts, who will continue to fly their daughters to Europe for safe, discreet abortions if they are banned in this country.