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RE: The Abortion Debate: Pro-Life or Pro-Choice? Is it that simple?
Right to Life? No hat tip to the Quality of that life? Right to live abused, the child of your mother's father, riddled with disease, deprived of choices, denied the truth of your beautiful existence. What kind of life are we talking about.
Perhaps your point is that it doesn't matter. That the quality is beside the point. Personally I don't get it.
The point is that there is no simple "pro life" or "pro choice" answer, and it really depends on the specific context.
"Quality of life" may be something that is in the eye of the beholder, because, after all, how do you define this quality to be sufficient? Where do you draw the line? Whether the child will be abused or not in the future etc., is hard to predict simply from this choice...even some women who wanted an abortion at a point in time and didn't get one later learned to love their child (furthermore, there are also cases where the reverse is true).
You are right, nobody really has a right to decide for the child. Maybe we all at least deserve a chance. There are so many happy and beautiful children in the world. But it breaks my heart when there is suffering. Thank you for your thoughtful reply.
First of all, sorry to interject, I couldn't help it.
A quality of 0.001 is still greater than null. And it beats the hell out of the horror of fighting in vain for your life inside the womb, the very place where you're supposed to be protected and nurtured. Well, I guess you can comfort yourself thinking that the fetus doesn't feel pain and horror until after delivery.
I bet worries about the kid's quality of life prompt uni students for example to abort.
People generally just want fun with no consequences and then start making excuses. Can't afford raising a kid? Use condoms, if that fails give the kid for adoption; just two options out of many.
There was that joke: In a family of storks at dinner pop an ma complain of how many deliveries they had on that day. Then they ask the young stork: but how was your day, kid? Not much, I just scared the crap out of students over at the campus.