The Sickness

I could not (and wasn't able to) begin writing anything unless this topic was not a complete priority. As I was trying to illustrate the initial feelings I had for subjects that were, in all honesty, superficial. I began to become frustrated with my inability to process and elaborate on my opinions. Evidently they were reduced back to the unexpressed emotional jargon...FROM WENCE THEY CAME! The truth of the matter was I was trying to hold back on passions. Why? It wouldn't have been original of me. I hate it when I fall into my own personal Bill-cliché's.

I believe that every individual on the face of the planet should have equal rights. A lot of people would probably say “Hey, well that's just swell and I concur with said statement”. Then they find out this also means the unborn. This is when people usually retreat within themselves and start to pray that the conversation goes absolutely nowhere. In any case this is what being Pro-life is, wanting fair rules for everyone who plays the humanity game. Even those who profess themselves to be Pro-life do not understand this. Some seem to think that when abortion is no longer around that the Pro-Life movement will cease. This is the kind of shortsightedness that really hurts us. We simply cannot win (or take back) the affirming status of “personhood” for one group of people if we don't want the exact same thing for the entire body of humanity. With all of this in mind we focus on abortion; a direct attack on the most vulnerable moment of life and a violation of so many scared women...in our own country no less.

So why are there so many who neglect and ignore this issue? Why are there so many who think that this isn't their fight? I don't know, I truly hold no inclination of knowing. When a predator threatens a heard of Elephants what takes place? They form circle around their young. If you're a human, if you're a person, if enjoy the many uses you get out of your opposable thumb and free will than abortion IS your fight. The child may not be known to anyone. She may not be your sister, girlfriend, daughter, wife but she's somebody's.

There's a movie from 1976 called “Network”. It's about an older man who, for his entire adult life, has reported the news. After the death of his wife and having an estranged child he finds out that he will be let go from his job. He then proceeds, while being live on the air, to announce that he's going to kill himself on his program. After this the Network goes insane over a PR fiasco. He's then told to apologize on air. The man does apologize but then proceeds to preach against the injustice of the corporate world and government. By this time, after his suicide announcement, he's caught the attention of more and more people. The man's popularity soars. A great success comes and is offered his own show. During one f his programs he instructs those watching at home to get up off their seats, open their windows, and yell “I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!”. People from across the city open their windows and begin to shout. Well here I am. Mad and not wanting to take it anymore. Hell, I'm genuinely pissed off. Why?

I knew this girl in high school. I went to a Catholic school so we had a chapter of the OSFL (Ontario Students for Life). One year we were on a road trip to the March for Life in Ottawa. On longer bus trips we play a bus rotation game so we get to know everyone there. This time we had a new person, she caught me attention because...well....she was pretty. She became involved with the group for a time but then we just didn't see her anymore. After a while a friend and I bumped into her, It was late at night in a Tim Horton's and “bumping in” wasn't the only bump around. She was pregnant and not going to school anymore due to a lack of support. She was going to classes and having a hard time handling the morning sickness. She approached our vice-principle asking if ANYTHING can be done to help her out. “Oh, just put a bucket beside your desk, you'll be fine”. Eventually she had to drop out of school all together. She doesn't regret it.


I knew a second girl. I met her at a conference. I was speaking and she approached me, thanked me ahead of time for speaking, then she shared with me. The young women told me that in the past she had 2 abortions. She seemed very enthusiastic and full of life . She was present during my workshop. A man asked a question concerning how to approach women who have had abortions. With a stern tone I said “We do not judge”. Right then this woman who had shared her story with me began to cry, this redeemed individual showed her weak side. She tried to hold it all back but just couldn't and began to cry. Her reaction told volumes.

It's stories like these that make me “Mad as Hell”. Mad, because nobody wants at all to be aware of the chilling loneliness that abortion brings, it brings death to both the child and the mother. It a prudish breed of irresponsibility and complacency; real poverty. Sadly, a lot of people require to play with fire before they finally realize “Oh, this Burns.”.

However, their's a cure...