I'm not sure I have ever been so angry. Angry - yes, I'm a person who
mostly sees everything in black and white, which tends to give one lots
to be angry about, but I'm pretty sure I've never been as angry as I
was today.
Today, down on the square of our small, mostly conservative town I sat
with my husband in a Chinese restaurant a few feet away from a table of
six medical students from ATSU. I could tell they were med students as
they talked - this disturbed me a little since one of them was wearing
a tee-shirt about how he sometimes wants to commit mass murder but
can't (this seemed a tad inappropriate for a future doctor, but people
these days have strange humor, so I didn't think much of it). Then as I
sat eating my crab rangoon and wondering if my baby will play 5th grade
YMCA basketball like his Aunt Annelise, I head the medical students turn
their topic to politics - more specifically abortion and us idiot
conservatives stupid views of it. One of the future caregivers of your
children loudly proclaimed "I don't know how they can call it life -
it's not life! I mean," he corrected conscientiously, "it is ALIVE, I
guess, but it's not, you know, sentient!" As I thought of my baby
angrily squirming away from the ultrasound yesterday and kicking firmly
towards it to show his displeasure I began to consider dumping my
husbands Mr. Pibb on this idiotic young doctor.
Another of the med students laughed and mentioned that he had heard
that babies weren't really "living" until three months old. They all
shared a laugh at this, the black shirted mass murdering one perhaps
thinking of all the babies he could legally slaughter. "Yes,"
proclaimed a tall self satisfied member of the group, "really, shrimp
have more brains than babies, that's scientific - they couldn't survive
otherwise."
This was the point of their conversation where I suddenly felt in
sympathy with the mass murder statement on black shirts back. I really,
really almost stood up and walked out of that restaurant. I wanted to
get up and hit the shrimp theory guy over the head with my plate of
noodles. I wanted to tell tall guy that if he was so fond of abortion,
it's really too bad his mom didn't try it. Then Nathan came back from
the buffet and distracted me while I cried angry tears into my water.
The whole drive home that anger bubbled up again every time I saw an
Obama sign in someones yard and I felt vaguely ill at the shear number
of Rebecca MClanahan signs Kirksville boasts.
What sort of messed up world am I bringing my child into anyhow? What
if all the Christians don't vote for life...but instead for some
screwed up welfare plan? What about all those people who didn't even
remember to register? What if, thanks to them, people like those
deluded screwy doctors-to-be are running this country next year?
What the heck is wrong with everyone???? Vote pro-life or I swear I will hit you upside the head with Ian's baby tub!
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