RE: Abortions
December 3, 2009 at 4:47 pm
(This post was last modified: December 3, 2009 at 4:48 pm by Violet.)
(December 3, 2009 at 3:43 pm)leo-rcc Wrote: again with the fucking rapist.They have that right in the laws of Islamic countries. Rape is a civil rights issue just as slavery is a civil rights issue. It's against the law here now... but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen more now than at the height of the American slave trade.
The rapist broke the law, he has no right whatsoever to make any claim. That makes it a legal issue not a civil rights issue.
'Rights' are completely subjective... as are morals... as is pretty much everything (if not everything?).
leo Wrote:As for "worthy", that man did no more wrong than the woman did, so what makesyou think he is any more unworthy than the woman?By 'worthy', I am referring to a man who has been in a relationship with the woman for enough time to make him more 'worthy' of having a claim to a child more than a male rapist. Did I say anywhere that either of them 'did wrong'?
leo Wrote:In your mind you need to rationalize so much to equate a prospect of new life as a limb, completely ignoring the fact that you do net get your limbs from your partner but you grow them on your own, in the womb of your mother. You need to compartmentalize the idea of a life growing inside a womans body as not alive, even though it is a scientific fact that in the third trimester it senses its surroundings and has the ability to feel pain just as much as you do.I understand the gist of what you were saying with the paragraph, but I should also think that I got my limbs from my father's materials as well as my mother's

I view it a lot like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schrödinger%27s_cat , to be honest

A chicken is as capable of feeling pain as I am... yet I eat chicken. What is so different about aborting a growth in my uterus that can feel pain? Pain happens... it is not a good reason to stop an abortion simply because it will hurt someone/something.
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