Slippery Slope of Liberalism Part 8

Most have heard of the new hero of the left, Wendy Davis, who successfully did a 13 hour filibuster to stop some additional laws on abortion.  These laws by the way wanted to, in part, make sure that abortion clinics are close to a hospital, the doctor performing the abortion has staff privileges at that hospital, and that the clinics are up to par when it comes to safety and cleanliness.  The horror.

Speaking at National Right to Life Convention Rick Perry said this:

“Who are we to say that children born in the worst of circumstances can’t grow to live successful lives?  In fact, even the woman who filibustered the Senate the other day was born into difficult circumstances. She was the daughter of a single woman, she was a teenage mother herself. She managed to eventually graduate from Harvard Law School and serve in the Texas senate. It is just unfortunate that she hasn’t learned from her own example that every life must be given a chance to realize its full potential and that every life matters.”

This is being viewed by the left as an attack.  An attack?  He complimented both her and her mother for the bravery of bringing a child into the world under what many consider difficult circumstances.  This woman managed to graduate from an ivy league school even though she was “punished” with a baby.

This is what the left has done with life.  It has been minimized to the point that even complimenting a woman is viewed as an attack.  Yesterday on twitter a young woman who described herself as an “intellectual progressive” compared a baby in the womb to both a tape worm and a parasite.  She has since deleted her account on twitter, but there is plenty of evidence of it still around.

Is it any wonder that young people all over this country have no real sense of the value of life?  A 23-year-old professional football player has now been charged with murder allegedly over a “conversation”.  He threw away a successful career doing something that little boys all over the country dream of when they are showing up at pop warner on a Saturday morning.  We hear stories about people being killed over a leather coat, or a pair of Air Jordans, or any number of other material items that really have no meaning next to the life of a human being.  Yet, it happens over and over again.

I have said in the past that language matters.  I do believe that.  I think this is confirmation of my point.  This law was designed to make women safer during the abortion procedure.  Yet it is attack as a war on women.  Wanting to make sure that other women are not confronted with another Dr. Gosnell is somehow not only bad, but damaging to women.  Wanting to make sure that a woman is close to hospital in cases of an emergency is as well.  Women do die during botched abortions.  It isn’t as unusual as the left would like people to believe.  Yet, trying to ensure that women have access to adequate medical care in cases of emergencies is part and parcel of the “War on Women”.

One of the lines you hear often about abortion is Safe, Legal, and Rare.  Women have bought into this farce by burying the stories of Gosnell, by not talking about how some states don’t have legal standards that would have them as clean as a  clinic where plastic surgery is done.  Do most people in this country even understand that simple bar is fought tooth and nail by many on the left?

While people who are pro abortion will say that I am stretching, but I am sorry I am not.  Life has been devalued in our society to the point that saying that a teenage girl who chose to not only give life to her child, raised her on her own and still managed to make something out of her life is an attack.

Wendy Davis shows that a having an unplanned pregnancy, even in your teenage years, is not the end of your life.  You can succeed and still follow your own goals.  Her life was most likely more difficult, but I am sure when she looks at her child, she sees nothing but the same thing a mother who wanted to get pregnant feels.  Love, a never-ending and very deep love.