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The reality of abortion: killing your baby to play volleyball September 1, 2015

Posted by Tantumblogo in abdication of duty, Abortion, Basics, contraception, disaster, error, family, horror, paganism, sadness, scandals, secularism, self-serving, sexual depravity, sickness, Society.
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And she acknowledges the volleyball was just a passing fancy, not even a “career.”  But never fear, she got to kill a baby later for her “real career!”  This is pretty old but new to me so I’m going to afflict you with it.

A woman of whom I have never heard but who is apparently quite convinced of her own greatness, proudly touting as she does her role in “changing the world, leading a revolution, breaking new barriers” (being involved in internet start ups is apparently world-changing), has had at least two abortions for reasons far more self-serving and prurient than those usually promoted by the pro-abort lobby.  As such, her self-revelation provides a useful example of the real motivations for the vast majority of abortions that occur, which very frequently (I would even say most often) have very little to do with being mired in grinding poverty, being literally unable to raise another child, rape, incest, or any of the other rare causes that pro-aborts like to trot out to try to make this moral atrocity seem less atrocious.  But it never is.

Note that Mz. Trunk never contemplates adoption – the baby’s life matters precious little throughout, what does matter is her reaction to the abortions and how they have made her feel.  Having said that, it is fairly apparent she’s bothered by what she’s done on some level, but again I sense that is more relevant to how her life has turned out (not well, from a relationship standpoint) and wondering if she had married her first impregnator how things may have turned out:

I have had two abortions.

The first one was when I was twenty-seven. I was playing professional beach volleyball……

…….I was [pregnant]. Fourteen weeks….

I didn’t do anything. I was in shock. My boyfriend was in shock. Neither of us had ever had a pregnancy. I couldn’t believe the whole process actually worked, to be honest. [Reason #1 not to fornicate: you never know what might result, and you never know what evil you might talk yourself into as a result]

I told my mom I was pregnant. She said, “Get an abortion.” [I’ll go ahead and spill the beans now that the author is a self-described big city Jew.  Rates of abortion among Jews are the highest among all Caucasians.  American Jews are, by and large, sexular pagan progressives.  Their Judaism is completely incidental. But I still feel my stomach turn at the thought of a grandmother telling her daughter to have her grandchild killed.  The callousness, worldliness, and hard-heartendness is just sickening]

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t really thinking I had any choices. I didn’t have a job that could support a child. [Get one.] And I wasn’t sure if I was planning to marry my boyfriend, although we were living together. [Gee, how on earth did this happen?!?  If you fornicate for years, even if you use all the contraception in the world, YOU WILL GET PREGNANT!  All contraception has a failure rate, and over years or even months you will, with near certainty, become pregnant]

My mom got militant. “You’ll destroy your career possibilities.” [No mention of the grandchild]

She riffed on this theme for a week, calling me every night. Her passion is understandable. My mom took a job when I was young because she hated being home with kids…… She was one of the first women to become an executive at her Fortune 500 company. She blazed trails so I could have career goals that required an abortion to preserve. [Nothing, at all, ever “requires” an abortion.  Women (often under pressure from men, but not always, as here) choose to have their babies ripped limb from limb in the greatest holocaust the world has ever known, 1 billion+ and counting]

Here’s what else happened: Other women called. It turned out that many, many women I knew had had an abortion. This is not something women talk about. I mean, I had no idea how ubiquitous the procedure was, at least in my big-city, liberal, Jewish world. [I’m about to bite my tongue off.]

Each of those women told me that I should get an abortion so that I could keep my options open. “You’re a smart girl. You can do anything with your life right now. Don’t ruin it….” [Ugly liberal assumption about untimely babies “ruining life.”  How about counseling each other not to fornicate so that the temptation to murder babies won’t exist?]

 

..When I went back, I had a panic attack. I was on the table, in a hospital gown, screaming.

The nurse asked me if I was a religious Christian.

The boyfriend asked me if I was aware that my abortion would be basically illegal in seven more days.

I couldn’t stop screaming. I was too scared. I felt absolutely sick that I was going to kill a baby. And, now that I know more about being a mother, I understand that hormones had already kicked in to make me want to keep the baby. We left. No abortion. [This is the saddest part.  Sure, hormones, but much more than that. Everyone has the Law of God written on their hearts.  This woman got a great touch of Grace to try to shake her from her evil stupor.  She did not cooperate with it.  I wonder if there were any sidewalk counselors outside the mill?  This could have been a save.]

My boyfriend started panicking by suddenly staying really late at work and going out with friends a lot…..

People kept calling me: They said, “Think about how you’ll support the child. Think about what you’ll do if your boyfriend leaves you. You’re all alone in LA with no family. How will you take care of yourself?” [She has said most female friends already had abortion Can you see how they are trying to justify themselves by talking her into the same decision?  That’s some diabolical friends you’ve got there, darlin’.  Did they also help talk you into your later divorce?]

People gave me advice: Get a job. Once you have established yourself in a career, you’ll feel much better about having kids. Figure out where you fit in the world. Get a job, then get married, and then have kids. [She’s very fortunate to have still be able to have children after multiple abortions]

I scheduled another abortion. But it was past the time when Planned Parenthood will do an abortion. Now it was a very expensive one at a clinic that seemed to cater to women coming from Christian countries in South America. I knew that if I did not go through with it this time, no one would do the abortion. I was too far along.

So I did it.

I went to sleep with a baby and woke up without one. Groggy. Unsure about everything. Everything in the whole world. [Well, you just took part in murder. Tends to leave people shaken up]

People think abortion is such an easy choice–they say, “Don’t use abortion as birth control.” Any woman who has had one will tell you how that is such crazy talk. Because an abortion is terrible. You never stop thinking about the baby you killed. You never stop thinking about the guy you were with when you killed the baby you made with him. You never stop wondering.

So the second time I got pregnant, I thought of killing myself. My career was soaring. I was 30 [a scant three years later] and I felt like I had everything going for me — great job, great boyfriend, and finally, for the first time ever, I had enough money to support myself. I hated that I put myself in the position of either losing all that or killing a baby.

I didn’t tell anyone I was pregnant. I knew what they’d say…

 

 

….I got two abortions to preserve my career. To keep my options open. To keep my aspirations within reach.

I bought into the idea that kids undermine your ability to build an amazing career.

And here I am, with the amazing career.

But also, here I am with two kids. So I know a bit about having kids and a career. [I sure hope your kids don’t read your blog. What do you think knowledge that you deliberately and with great forethought murdered two of their siblings will have on them?] And I want to tell you something: You don’t need to get an abortion to have a big career. Women who want big careers want them because something deep inside you drives you to change the world, lead a revolution, break new barriers. [But she hasn’t invented faster than light travel, or even a longer lasting light bulb. Her job is quite prosaic.  There is very little anyone can do that is more significant than bringing a child into the world, nurturing and raising it up to be a saint. But worldly people don’t see procreation in that light, too often, it’s just another item for them to check off their list of accomplishments]

It doesn’t matter whether you have kids now or later, because they will always make your career more difficult. There is no time in your life when you are so stable in your work that kids won’t create an earthquake underneath that confidence.

I think about the men I was with when I had the abortions. They were not bad men. One is my ex-husband. So much of life is a gamble, and I think I might have had as good a chance of staying together with the first guy as I did with my ex-husband.

Sorry, I have a problem with the ending.  It seems she’s much more upset about how her life might have turned out better (had a happier marriage, ideal mate, dream come true, etc) if she had kept the first kid and married donor #1 than she is about killing her children.  I can’t think of a more concrete example of how pre-marital fornication gravely affects women’s ability to be satisfied for life with just one man, thus creating tensions that precipitate women’s 80% initiation of divorce proceedings.  There is something in the female psyche, in particular, that seems to long for past loves – which also creates a craving for new ones.

Overall -liberal, New York (I assume), worldly, no Jesus Christ, aggressively careerist mom, at least somewhat rejected by same – the poor woman hardly had a chance.

 

Comments

1. Michael - September 1, 2015

Tragic.

2. Steven Cass - September 2, 2015

You mentioned how the kids would respond if they found out there are two siblings missing from their family because of their mother’s selfish choices. I work with teens at a secular treatment facility and I can tell you that all the kids that have been at the facility whose mother had an abortion are ANGRY about the fact that they are missing a sibling. These teens are pro-sodomy et al that the culture shoves down their throat, but they are absolutely anti-abortion. They KNOW, and many HATE their parents for it, and I mean ALL the kids that are “missing” siblings feel this way.

When I first started the job, I was blown away at this, but now I find some hope in it.

Tantumblogo - September 2, 2015

Very interesting. Thanks for sharing.

3. Baseballmom - September 3, 2015

Sidewalk counseling I have heard it all… Saddest one was a gal who needed to keep her job to pay for her new couch and thus had to kill her child… Afraid of losing her job…. And the couple who was paying for their new truck…


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