To make the veins in their necks stand out, here’s a good hypothetical to pose to the anti-woman crowd:
You’re at a fertility clinic (doesn’t matter why - maybe you just stopped in to use the toilet). Suddenly, the fire alarms go off and the place begins to fill with smoke - this is a real fire, not a false alarm. On your way to the exit, you pass an open door. Inside, there’s a two year old child, crying and screaming in terror. Going in to rescue the child (yay, you!), you see that the room also contains a cryocase labeled ‘100 VIABLE HUMAN EMBRYOS’. It isn’t possible to save both the child and the embryos - one or the other. No one else is near enough to assist in the rescue.
These are you choices:
A) Save a living, breathing, thinking human being at the cost of 100 potential lives
B) Save 100 fertilized ova, each of which has the potential to become a living, breathing, thinking human being and leave the toddler to burn to death.
C) There is no third option. If you try to save both, you all die.
What do you do?
Boru
You’re at a fertility clinic (doesn’t matter why - maybe you just stopped in to use the toilet). Suddenly, the fire alarms go off and the place begins to fill with smoke - this is a real fire, not a false alarm. On your way to the exit, you pass an open door. Inside, there’s a two year old child, crying and screaming in terror. Going in to rescue the child (yay, you!), you see that the room also contains a cryocase labeled ‘100 VIABLE HUMAN EMBRYOS’. It isn’t possible to save both the child and the embryos - one or the other. No one else is near enough to assist in the rescue.
These are you choices:
A) Save a living, breathing, thinking human being at the cost of 100 potential lives
B) Save 100 fertilized ova, each of which has the potential to become a living, breathing, thinking human being and leave the toddler to burn to death.
C) There is no third option. If you try to save both, you all die.
What do you do?
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
