I do not want to generalize here, make this a statement for everyone, about everyone, typical for everyone. There are some amazing cases of people getting married or even parenting alone and raising wonderfully well rounded, loved, and beautiful little people even though they were kids themselves. I know that. And I give you the utmost respect for it because that means at a young age you put yourself second to raise a child while trying to basically raise yourself. Kudos to you. But we know, for a fact, this isn't the norm or statistically true for most.
As I said, small towns, perhaps because of their size, seem to show a higher than normal proportion of young people having babies than not. And it hurts me to see it. It pains me to see them with their kids, nine times out of ten, with a punky assed man child, pants around his ankles (slight exaggeration) in the middle of the day on a Tuesday for example. Work much? Ah yes, I forgot, it's a part time job to support your family because you are only 15. Or those girls waddling along the sidewalk with what looks like a school bag. It makes my heart hurt for the life they are missing out on and the child that may or may not, have a harder life than it might with an adult raising it. Trust me when I say adults can do a shit job too but as a kid yourself you aren't ready. You just aren't. Being a parent means being completely and utterly selfless. It means you give your life to a little person. And you want to give that up for them, at a certain age you've done enough, your life is happily given to another. When you are a kid, you will resent it one day, trust me. When all your friends are going to some rave party and getting higher than high and you can't find a sitter for your teething baby, you will feel resentment.
On today's drive through Lindsay I got to see my first abortion protest first hand and it was shocking to say the least. Especially when I worry so much about babies raising babies. The first thing I saw was a woman holding a giant wood placard, about 5x5 feet in size. She was cowering behind it, coward that she was, and taking up the entire sign was the image of an aborted fetus. I am not sure the age, in weeks, but it was disturbing. So disturbing in fact I pretty much screamed "oh my god no" and my husband swerved our big truck and trailer. Thankfully because of this protest the streets were very busy and slow moving. Our swerve didn't hurt anyone.
PLEASE DO NOT OPEN THE LINK BELOW IF YOU ARE AT ALL SENSITIVE TO, WELL BASICALLY, ANYTHING - The images are very graphic and disturbing, grotesque is what I call it. And these represent EXACTLY what was on these giant placards.
Upon seeing this, after my initial reactive scream, down went my window. My husband immediately knowing what was coming said pleadingly, "honey don't". TOO LATE! I unlatched my seat belt, leaned right out the window and yelled back to the lady only a couple of feet back now "are you going to take IN all these unwanted children, are you?". Not 20 feet from where that woman was another woman, different grotesque picture, same cowering, and again I yelled, "are any of you going to fucking adopt the unwanted children of the world, ARE YOU?" I screamed. Then came the woman standing defiantly brochures in hand. Ohhhh this one and I would not be friends. Just the look on her face of pure superiority made me want to slap that bitch. Again, one final time, "are you, going to adopt these children that are not aborted?" I was looking her straight in the eye, more defiantly than she because I was ready to tackle her, I was. She turned her head away, "chicken shit" I muttered. When we got to the light, there stood a boy maybe 17 or 18 and I was still cursing and swearing. Speaking loudly I said to Dan, "look at that fucking sperm donor there placing judgement on MY uterus". Then I yelled directly to the kid, "you should be ashamed of yourself, ALL OF YOU!". His head went down, almost behind his sign and Dan said, "that's a kid that's been dragged here" to which I replied, "I don't give a fuck, we all have a choice and he made his, and as a result he got the sheer joy and pleasure of meeting me!"
I am thankfully to this minute for Dan. The husband who did not let me out of the car. I tried trust me, I tried. Unlock. LOCK. Unlock. LOCK. If I wasn't so distracted I'd have lost it on him. But it distracted me enough to advance to the next stage and call the City of Kawartha Lakes. Years ago my husband rescued some drowning kids outside our home, I guess technically WE did. We got OPP Awards at the OPP Centre in Orillia and sat with our Mayor. And most recently I received a notice from the local old farts with nothing better to do than to write to him about making a county road 50km/hr versus the already slow 60km/hr that should be 80km/hr. So I called the Mayor (cause it's what I do) to share my thoughts on the speed of this road that runs along my property sits on. I expressed to him (as I often do) what would happen if at the corner of my property a 4 way stop was put in that I don't want. I needed to warn him that the winds at that corner are tremendously strong and signs often fall, that he shouldn't waste my tax payer dollars. He told me I was unique and he wouldn't forget me. Typical. LOL
I got the Mayor's assistant, as one often does, a young man named Cody. I gave my name and number, the details how to remember me by (see above) and then went on to rant about the inappropriateness of the protest. That no, I didn't want their rights to protest taken away, but I wanted the pictures taken down. That children would be seeing them. I asked if it would be okay for me to take murder scene pictures, actual crime scene photos, off the Internet and make a 10x10 sign of it, stand on the corner with it reading, "I am against murder too", in solidarity of their cause. *sarcasm*. I really hoped one of them would say, "that's inappropriate"....."NO SHIT!" Cody found me amusing and laughed. He then went on to tell me that specifically in regards to these protesters, abortion protesters, the Canadian Government passed legislation allowing this type of propaganda like photos. I was a little stunned but I guess once the Government gave me the right to my uterus, they gave them the right to say they didn't like it in pictures. He said, "basically, yes, and trust me, you're not my first call". I told my new buddy not to bother the Mayor and was thankful he had that knowledge to share. I did share "I asked them if they would adopt all the unborn children of the world" and he replied, "I bet they didn't say much to that".
Our next stop was the bank, that's where I had my Cody chat, while I waited in the truck. Thankfully it was a good long walk back to the protesters with an anger induced hot flash coursing through me. That kept me put waiting. When Dan got back I had managed to calm down. I got the standard lecture to remain calm, not let these things get to me, so before we moved the car I said this to Dan;
"Here's my problem with all of this. Let's say a young woman is raped. And they think that it's okay for her, to have to endure a 9 month pregnancy, all the while carrying a rapist's child. That, that situation, is easier and better a choice for them than terminating an unborn fetus. Take the rape and add say, that the rapist is HIV positive. The young woman, of maybe 15 or 16, is now pregnant and HIV positive. She can't start the HIV drugs as it would hurt the baby so she goes drug free for 9 months. She may risk her own life now to carry a rapist's child. But that's okay? For them as a protester, that's okay? Because terminating that pregnancy would be unwarranted, ungodly, murder. And then, during the entire pregnancy she needs psychological help as rape victims often do. Psychiatrists in Ontario take a good year to find, trust me on that one, only they, are covered by OHIP. The young pregnant girl goes with a Psychologist. That's anywhere from $250 - $400 an hour. Is Miss Protester paying for that? OHIP doesn't. Or should this 15 year old HIV pregnant girl drop out of school for the pregnancy term and get a job to pay for the therapy she needs because she is carrying the baby of a rapist who gave her HIV? As if her life wasn't over already, this should do it. I'm depressed enough thinking about it and as such won't do anything productive today but write this post. Bet this girl is gonna be a real world changer. She's off to such a promising start. And now, we've made it the 7 months. Due to the HIV, stress, and youth, the baby comes early, a preemie. That's not a burden on our Health care system at all. I am sure that bed, for that preemie won't take a spot from another preemie, you know, one that's not a rapist's. But it's a baby none the less, there's this beautiful little preemie baby who is tested and determined to be HIV positive. Now that's an adoptable baby. What every new parent wants, an under weight, preemie, HIV positive baby?" It was a mouthful, Dan was ever so patient, agreeing with his nods.
Now I ask you this Miss Defiant Eye Protester, will YOU adopt this baby and give it the life it deserves? Full medication, education, and unconditional love? Not in that order. And that's all I ask of you, and I want nothing more than a yes or no answer.
I was thinking as I asked this question I would have a wire coat hanger in one hand and a Dirt Devil in the other, it's all about the shock value props or so it appears.
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