Verða gálaus orð formanns Samfylkingarinnar til að fjölga fóstureyðingum?

Hann fullyrti að í 12. viku með­göngu sé þetta ekki fóst­ur, bara "frumu­klasi". Orðum hans sleg­ið upp víða. Hvað hugsa jafn-óupp­lýst­ar ólétt­ar konur út frá slíku frá virt­um manni? "Iss, ekk­ert mál, bara frumu­klasi"!

Image result for logi Einarsson Varla bezti vin­ur ófæddra, ekki enn! Image result for unborn 12 weeks 12 vikna fóstur -- og á næstu mynd: 13 vikna fóstur í sínu náttú­rlega umhverfi:

 

 


Flokksformaðurinn getur með þessu verið að auka enn ásóknina í fóstur­eyðingar, en hún hefur aldrei verið meiri hér á landi en í fyrra: alls 1.021 fóstureyðing, nær 100 fleiri aðgerðir en 2015! Þar að auki ætlar hann að leggjast af alefli á þá sveifina, að framlengja megi dauða­refs­ingu hinna ófæddu (alsaklausra) upp í fullar 22 vikur (fimm mánuði) eftir getnað!

En grátlega fáfróður var þessi stjórn­mála­maður, þegar hann snaraði sér í ræðustól á Alþingi 27. fyrra mánaðar með sín alvitlausu sjónarmið. 

Nú er komið að honum að sýna ábyrgð. Logi Már verður að reyna að leiðrétta orð sín, á Alþingi og í fjölmiðlum, svo að þau hafi ekki þau ófarsælu áhrif að láta konum finnast sem það sé ekkert mál að fara í fóstureyðingu fram að 12. viku meðgöngu, ef ekki talsvert lengur.

Eða ætlar hann að taka ábyrgð á ákvörð­unum þeirra, byggðum á hans "upplýsingum" um að þetta sé nánast ekkert mál?

Ætlar hann að endurgjalda þeim tilfinninga- og fjárhags­tjónið af því, ef þær vegna alls óþarfrar fóstureyðingar verða ófrjóar eða lenda í erfiðum og hættulegum fyrirburafæðingum þeirra síðari barna, sem þær vilja þó eiga?

Hér eru þrjár myndir: 8 vikna fóstur, næst 12 vikna, loks 11 vikna "eytt" fóstur (ekkert þeirra "bara frumuklasi," hvað sem menn halda í hjáfræðimiðstöð Samfylkingarinnar):

8-week Fetus12-week Fetus11-week Aborted Fetus

Í sömu heimildargrein er líka fróðleg frásögn, hér!

Logi Már formaður ætti að lesa greinina, sem hér fer á eftir, byggða á kafla í bók fyrrv. heil­brigðis­starfs­manns vestan hafs. Þar kemur kona í 9. sinn til fóstur­eyðingar og tekur henni harla léttilega, en loksins, þegar að alvörunni kemur, getur hún tekið rétta ákvörðun, því að fram að því hafði henni verið haldið í þoku vanþekkingar. Þessi frásögn er hér af vefnum LiveActionNews (feitletrun JVJ; Logi Már og aðrir jafn-illa settir geta sérstaklega veitt eftirtekt þessum orðum: "Angie had no doubt heard pro-abortion rhetoric. She had certainly been told that abortion is only removing a ball of cells, a piece of tissue, or an undeveloped mass" og skoðað svo framhaldið):

Abby Johnson’s book The Walls Are Talking: Former Abortion Clinic Workers Tell Their Stories collects firsthand accounts from former abortion facility workers. The stories vary in theme, each one an abortion worker’s memory of an event that stuck with her after she left. One story, called “Frequent Flyers,” is about a young woman who had nine abortions.

The chapter’s author, who is unnamed, explains how women who came in for repeat abortions at her facility were called “frequent flyers” by the staff. Even though abortion facility workers were committed to promoting and providing abortions, some of them had judgmental feelings toward these “frequent flyers.” The abortion facility worker says:

When Angie walks through our doors for her ninth procedure, even those of us whose paychecks were funded by abortion shook our heads and said “Really? Seriously?”…

Although it went against my own ideology, I wanted Angie to show some indication of remorse. I didn’t want to feel that way about the numerous women who presented for abortions two, three, or even four times. But nine? That, I felt, deserved at least a slight show of regret or even a bit of good old-fashioned shame.

Angie showed no trace of guilt or any kind of distress when she came to the abortion facility. She had laughed through her first abortion, and every abortion since. It was not at all different when she came in for her ninth. The abortion facility worker described Angie’s demeanor:

[S]he seemed to regard her visits to our clinic as an opportunity to perform her improv comedy act. “Could y’all just xerox my chart and I’ll fill in the dates?” She would jest. Once the paperwork was in order, Angie would attempt to banter with the girls in the waiting room. “It’s no big thing,” she assured them. “I’ve done it 8 times before, and I have no regrets.” Although I couldn’t help but like Angie, her flippancy appalled me.

She showed no guilt or remorse of any kind:

Over the years, I had consoled and held the hands of scores of women who approached that same table with much trepidation. Some would weep, their knuckles white as they gripped my hand until it ached. Others would clutch Bibles to their chests and mouth prayers begging for forgiveness, even before the abortionist had begun his work and when their babies were still safe in their wombs. Many times women would climb onto the table and remain limp and unresponsive during the procedure. Mentally, they were a million miles away. And then there was Angie… Angie never even attempted to explain herself. When we would talk to her about birth control and try to set her up with an appointment to explore the matter further, she would just smile and politely refuse with a wave of her hand.

Angie was using abortion for birth control, not bothering to learn any other method. She may have gone on to have nine more abortions – but something happened. (Og formaður Samfylkingarinnar taki sérstaklega eftir þessu:)

Angie had no doubt heard pro-abortion rhetoric. She had certainly been told that abortion is only removing a ball of cells, a piece of tissue, or an undeveloped mass. But after her ninth abortion, she was curious and wanted to see the “tissue” for herself. She asked the abortion worker to show her the remains of the abortion, and the abortion worker complied. At 13 weeks, her baby was fully formed.

I debated about how to arrange the pieces. Would it be best to throw them all together in a clump so that none of the parts would be recognizable, or should I piece it back together as we normally did to ensure that none of the parts were missing. There was no protocol on such things, so in the end I opted to piece the parts back together.

Angie’s reaction was not what the abortion worker anticipated:

“Thanks,” she said, her trademark smile still fixed on her face. When her eyes traveled to the container, she gasped sharply, and for the first time since she had arrived, Angie was utterly silent. A few moments later her entire body shuddered and gooseflesh was raised on her smooth brown arms.

When she reached out her to touch the baby, I tried to pull the dish away. She grabbed my wrist and stopped me. We were both silent for a few moments as she continued to stare at the contents of the dish. I stepped back and Angie fell forward to her knees, her fingers still wrapped around my wrist. The other girls in the recovery run began to take notice, and my discomfort level rose exponentially.

Realizing her mistake, the abortion worker tried repeatedly to take the dish containing the bloody body parts away. But Angie held tight to the remains of her child, and wouldn’t let the abortion worker pry it from her hands. The abortion worker said:

[Angie] remained frozen on the clinic floor. “That’s a baby,” she said, barely audible at first. “That was my baby,” she said. Her volume steadily increased as a torrent of words poured from her mouth, words that made everyone extremely uncomfortable. “What did I do? What did I do?” she said over and over and began to sob. Some of the girls in the recovery run began to weep along with her. Some covered their faces with their arms or buried their heads in the arms of the recliners.

Finally, the abortion facility workers were able to tear away the dish. Angie became hysterical. Other abortion workers tried to calm her.

Fellow workers rushed to my side to calm Angie down. After a few minutes, it became obvious that she wasn’t going to calm down. We couldn’t even get her off the floor. After discussing it hastily, we decided to drag her to the bathroom. At least the heavy door would stifle her sobs to until we figured out what to do.

Angie flailed her arms and legs and her screams reached a fever pitch as we dragged her down the hall. We must have been quite a spectacle for the other girls in the recovery room. Finally we managed to place a still panicked Angie in the bathroom and closed the door. I suggested that she splash some cold water on her face and “pull herself together.” Her cries, although muffled, were easily distinguished through the door.

Angie began begging the abortion workers to take her mutilated baby home with her. She did not want to part with her child, even though her child was dead. She pleaded with the workers to give in and let her have the baby. They refused. She continued to sob and wail in the bathroom, disrupting the entire facility.

The abortion workers finally went to her paperwork and found her emergency contact – the number the facility was supposed to call in the event of a life-threatening complication. They dialed the number and got her current boyfriend. He arrived at the clinic. It took him 45 minutes to coax Angie out of the bathroom. They both left the abortion facility in tears.

Angie never came to the facility again. The writer of the story does not know what happened to her. The road ahead of her, once she realized her responsibility for the deaths of nine of her children, would be agonizing to travel. We can only hope she found healing.

Sometime later, the abortion facility worker who showed Angie her aborted baby left the abortion business. She does not give her reasons why, but the story of Angie and her emotional agony no doubt influenced her.

How many women go into abortion facilities not knowing how developed their children are? How many repeat abortion patients have no idea their babies were pulled limb from limb and then thrown out with the trash or sold for parts? All of the abortion facility workers that day discovered that the truth is the ultimate enemy of abortion. They were reminded how vital it is to keep the facts away from vulnerable women if abortion is to be sold to them. It was the only way to continue making money off them.

Source: Abby Johnson The Walls Are Talking: Former Abortion Clinic Workers Tell Their Stories (San Francisco, CA: Ignatius Press, 2016) 71-77.

JVJ.


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