How's that workin' out for ya?

Apparently it isn't so easy to love for millions who elect non-life saving abortions each year against their fellow unborn human beings.

Loving this great majority of aborting persons (and all their enablers and aids) who elect to dismember and chemically poison their unborn daughters and sons doesn't mean enabling them.

Growth comes with work, as I'm sure TheraP can tell you. It comes by facing responsibilities.

I am for public and private aid to single mothers to help them get the job done. I am for funding of empirical studies on how to help single mothers get the job done. I am for early child support for mothers by bio-fathers. I am for civil rights cases against abandoning fathers which charge them for civil rights violations against single mothers if they abandon (by forcing involuntary servitude in raising, caring for and paying for one's child and gaining monetary gain from not having to do so himself). I can think of many other creative means to bring about justice and mercy without using the same old dead tired systems.

Not that you will believe this, but only 3% of Planned Parenthood's services were abortions. 36% of them were directed towards birth control.

The NY Times ran an editorial in January that showed what was behind the abortion decline. Turns out that in that in the states with the least restrictive abortion laws, abortions declined because they also made greater efforts at making contraceptives available and provided real sex education.

The reason there is a defense of abortions is because of the offense that takes place against it.

I don't need to cite a study; Republicans are against Universal Health Care. Their platform includes being against abortion and many forms of contraception, including sex education. The Bush administration witheld money from groups that are fighting HIV/AIDS if they even discuss abortion as an option with their patients.

Your "compatriots" are Republicans because everything you say is part and parcel of their talking points.

Yesterday, I found out that I am pregnant. This is so hard for me to deal with. I am crying as I write this. In four days I will have an abortion - something I have never agreed with. I feel like such a hypocrite. I was adamantly pro-life - until this happened to me.

I am so scared. I can't even believe it all. A few days ago, I was a happy, outgoing and normal 20-year-old college girl. I am very active in school, and I make really good grades. I love to party and hang out with my friends. Now, it seems as if I will never be the same.

I am lucky to have the full support of my wonderful boyfriend and mother. My boyfriend and I have been together for almost two years. We live together. We are so stupid - never once have we used protection. I just thought it could never happen to me... we thought we were so careful. How foolish I am!!!

I cannot even explain the rush of emotion I felt coming out of the bathroom with a positive test in my hands. I fell to my knees, and my boyfriend and I held each other and cried. I really thought I would come out of the bathroom with a negative test, and my boyfriend and I could breathe a sigh of relief, only to return to our normal and happy lives. Not so.

So we went to the health clinic to confirm the results... positive... more crying. My mother was coming to visit me that day. She and her boyfriend pulled up in the driveway just as we had returned from the health clinic. I couldn't even look her in the face. I knew she could tell that something was wrong, but I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to tell her. I pretended everything was normal.

When she left, I fell apart. My boyfriend and I discussed our options and agreed abortion was the right thing. We decided not to tell anyone. Later that night, we sat down to watch a movie to try to get our minds off of everything. Then, I just had this sudden feeling that I had to tell my mom. So I told her this morning. She said she had a dream last night that I was pregnant. She understood and is supporting my decision.

Hiding this from the rest of my family will be so hard - especially because they are Catholic and pro-life. I feel so guilty. I feel guilty that I am not giving my baby a chance. I feel guilty that my family looks at me with the utmost respect, and now I am going to go through with this. I feel guilty that my boyfriend's family will never know about their unborn grandchild. I feel guilty because I always tried to defend the pro-life stance. Hopefully, this guilt will go away with time.

I have read that the procedure is quick and relatively painless. I am not really worried about that. I am worried that these feelings will never go away.

Am I being selfish? This is my fault, and I should take responsibility for my actions. Will God hate me for this? I was raised Catholic, but since high school, I have continued to question my beliefs. I don't know what I believe. But I am scared God will not forgive me. He has given me something that so many people are trying desperately to have, and I am just throwing it away. I know that I cannot have this baby. It may sound as if I should, but the truth is that I am not ready to be a mother. I should have thought about that every time I had unprotected sex.

I worry that my baby does have feelings and a soul, and I am not giving it a chance. I pray that he or she will forgive me and will get another chance. I have been apologizing to God and the baby all day. I went to my classes today in a daze. No one knew I was thinking about abortion rather than the class material. I have so much going on in my life right now. I can't make time for a baby - a baby that deserves the time to grow up healthy and happy as I have. I cherish life more than anything and now I am ending a life. I have even selfishly prayed for a miscarriage so that all of this guilt and pain will go away.

So I guess that even though I am not completely comfortable with my decision yet, I feel that it is the only thing I can do. I have to finish school. I have to have fun. I have learned one of life's greatest lessons.

I wish no one else had to go through this. But sadly, they will. I hope that my story will help. It has helped me to tell it. I will probably update this story after I have the abortion. Right now, I am going to try and heal by writing a letter to God, to my unborn child, to my mother and to my family that will never know. Please pray for me, as I will pray for others like me.

I was seventeen when I was date-raped. No one called it that back then in 1968, but that's what it was. The guy I had been dating wanted to have sex. I didn't. I was so young, so stupid, I thought telling him 'no' would be enough.

The night it happened, he had been drinking. He was supposed to be driving me home from a dance. Instead, he drove me to a deserted backroad and told me he was done waiting: he wanted sex. I told him again that I would not have sex with him. He grabbed me by the throat and beat my head against the closed window of the car. He choked me until I blacked out. The pain I felt when he raped me was what brought me back to consciousness. I began to cry and struggle, and he choked me again so he could finish what he was doing. When he finally let me go, he said that he would kill me if I ever told anyone what he had done. He also said I deserved it, and that it was my fault: "You made me do it, you know you did. I wouldn't have had to get rough if you'd just f---ked like a normal woman."

The truth is, I wasn't a woman at all. I was 17; I was a child.

When I found I was pregnant, my mother blamed me. She, too, believed it was all my fault, that I just hadn't handled the situation properly. She and my father insisted I marry the rapist. It would embarrass and humiliate the whole family if I didn't.

He married me to stay out of jail. After we were married, he continued to blame me for 'ruining his life.' He told me that he had had plans. He had had dreams. Now he was stuck with me, and I was sick all the time and he couldn't even have any 'fun' with me.

He began beating me after one of his friends told him it might lead to a therapeutic abortion. He slapped me, choked me, threw me against walls, tripped me as I was going down stairs. He didn't injure me badly enough to cause a miscarriage, but he did hurt me badly enough to cause brain damage in the baby.

I stopped breathing twice during labor. There were times during the next dozen years when I wished passionately that they had not brought me back. My child was not normal, could never be normal. The rapist had long since left me and gone on to greener pastures.

I was left alone to raise a child who should never have been born. Until I was 30 years old, my life was a progressive dark tunnel of pain, anger, resentment, regret, sleepless nights, endless trips to endless doctors, none of whom could help. Looking back, I don't know how I survived. It was worse than being locked up for a crime I didn't commit: I felt as if I lived in a concentration camp, trapped every day with no way out, no hope, no relief, no rest, no respite, and no prospect for anything better.

Finally, on the point of physical and mental collapse, I forced the welfare department to take custody of the child. I was past caring what anyone thought. I only knew that if I did not escape that horrible burden, I would die. And I had never even had the chance to live.

Almost twenty years later, I do not regret anything I had to do to escape. What I regret is that I ever had to go through it. The child should never have been conceived. He should never have been born. My life should have been worth more than the seed of a rapist.

A simple, legal abortion would have spared me so much anguish, so much torment and suffering. I can never make up those lost years. I can never be young again. And, due to the damage caused by that unwanted pregnancy, I can never have a wanted child.

What was gained by laws that kept me pregnant against my will? Nothing, except that a rapist got away with his crime.

Abortion may not be the answer for every woman, but it must remain legal and available. We must never allow "pro-life" to push women back into the position I was in at the age of 17. Outlawing abortion would be worse than jailing every woman in the country; it would be like selling us all into slavery.

I got pregnant when I was 16. I carried my son and gave birth to him a month after I turned 17. I was going to have an abortion when I was 4 months pregnant. I could not go through with it.

Now I am 18 years old. My boyfriend and I always had protected sex. But I am pregnant. Today my boyfriend took his engagement ring back because of my decision to have an abortion. I already have one beautiful son, but if I have this child, my life will never go anywhere.

When I first found out I was pregnant I got caught up in the idea of a family to love and care for. But I have since realized that I have to be true to myself. I want to go to college, have a career, experience everything that life has to give. It is going to be hard enough with one child, but with two it would be impossible.

I love my son with every beat of my heart. But I know that if I had this baby I would resent it. I would feel that it took my life from me. I felt pressured by my boyfriend and his parents to have this child. If I had any advice to give somebody in a similar situation, it would be to be true to yourself. Don't let anybody make YOUR decision for you.

I know that it will be hard, but I believe that this baby will be reborn to a man and woman that need him and love him and can provide for him more than I ever could. I can continue on with my life and become all I want to be. And when I am ready I will start a family.

And so on, and so on...

Your characterization of women making the choice as "wish[ing] to kill the unborn ... is attempted revenge against God" is a false one. The truth is that every woman makes the choice for a different reason, reasons you can and will never understand.

Further,

We negate God because we hate what we have become and what we were reminds us too much of the terrible significance of what we have become. However, nothing that ever went wrong, or any problem of life, ever was solved by denial of the problem. Nothing was ever resolved by denial of responsibility for the problem.

I think most women who make the choice to have an abortion would say they are in fact taking responsibility for the problem -- making the hardest choice, ultimately, but often the correct one.

You have a strong faith in God, and many women who have abortions share your faith. Just as it's not your place to cast doubts or aspersions on their faith or lackthereof, it's not your place to judge them or make assumptions about or for them. You show little of your God's love when you speak as you do about women who resort to abortions.

I asked you what your convoluted sentence meant. Rather than answer, you tried to correct what I said about people protesting a legal medical procedure. Yes, it is hypocritical because of all the things I and others have said over and over again. You're not listening.