Octuplets in California

There is a new debate in town and it will last about five minutes so I thought I would put my two cents in while they are worth something. First of all, Nancy must be shaking her head and questioning the patriotism of a woman breeding during these tough economic times. In her own state of California! Second, the frenzied media, once drooling with sympathy and wonder, is now sputtering with disgust that a woman with six kids could possibly consider adding another one, never mind seven, or, oops eight! It gets even better, the hypocrisy, I mean. She is a single mother. That's a good thing, right? Men are not necessary, right? So she went to a clinic and got herself implanted. That is the progressive, good thing to do. Then, she has all the embryos implanted and refuses to allow a "reduction" to take place. That is a fertility clinic term for abort the weakest links in the womb so as not to place a burden on the state of California. What? Is she pro-life now? Now, we are upset because we find out she already had six rugrats running around the house between the ages of two and seven. "What the hell is wrong with her?!"...to quote my husband. Which part, I ask him? You mean to tell me that it is okay to decide that you want to have children in the non-traditional way, but it is not okay to have too many? And who decides how many is too many? "Do it the way God intended or adopt," he says. Men are so wonderfully simple and I mean that in the best possible way. Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to conceive in these progressive ways.

It feels like a punch in the gut from out of nowhere. From the fist of a mythical man, comes a blow to our efforts. What it is, is a signature to overturn the ban on funding abortions around the world. And it has been happening each time the party changes ownership of the White House. I and my four babies and my husband joined the March for Life movement on Thursday, January 22, 2009 with about a quarter of a million other demonstrators. I had heard (sarcasm) that there had been a "sea of humanity" to welcome the new president. The rows and rows of port-a-potties were the only evidence I saw that there had been an historic inauguration of a new president. But when a quarter of a million people showed up to see or hear from him on Thursday he was nowhere to be seen. But, the scratching noise of his pen was heard early Friday morning when he signed his name to lift the ban on funding of abortions around the world. So, we rejoin the efforts of all the great eugenicists and we now, with our pocketbook, help to clean up the global gene pool and rid it of the undesirable traits that lead to poverty. Like it or not, that is what we are doing. Oh, and slaughtering the innocents. It doesn't seem to matter to President Obama that thanks to ultrasound we have seen a human being , that we have watched a beating heart, heard a beating heart, discovered whether it was a girl or boy. It doesn't seem to matter that research has shown that a developing baby has feelings. It doesn't seem to matter to President Obama that he has lifted a ban on the funding of the slaughtering of innocent human beings. Most of them are dark skinned, fatherless, and poor. Sound familiar? Perhaps we have too many people that fit those demographics. Again, sarcasm. On this same day, President Obama has signed an executive order to close Guantanamo and signed other orders that would lead to a kinder and gentler approach to how we treat terrorists. While I laud any movement from our newly elected President towards a kinder and gentler nation, I ask him to be consistent. From conception to natural death, let us be kinder and gentler to all regardless of race or gender or class or age. Because a fetus is just a really young person.