Yes, yes I know
Blogging has been light. It will continue to be so as I arrange the postal match, get the list together, and landscape my yard. One must make hay while the sun shines.
A lot of people are talking about the Amy Richards thing.
Frances W Poretto, as usual, has an extremely well-thought out take on this; me, it makes me sick to think about it.
If the creator of the universe causes you to conceive three children, it is his plan. If you think you know better than the creator of the universe, you are wrong.
I’m going back to shooting, this is too disturbing. Asshelmets.
Ooooof … that’s a tough one. You’ll never get me to say that it wasn’t her choice to do it, because it was. That being said, 1) I’m a little shocked that the husband didn’t exert more, um, influence, I guess, or perhaps balls — not that I’m blaming him, but I would think that if they were half his gene pool, he’d do a little more to save them; and 2) Pro-choice though I may be, I’m not about people procreating for their own vanity. If you want only one, how about ADOPTING only one? Gives you better control over the outcome, right? Oh, wait, that takes too long, the kid’s not “YOURS,” etc. Well, then I don’t know what to say, but what Amy Richardson did is disgusting.
Just thinking about it makes me ill.
I pity the poor surviving baby, with a completly selfish “loving mother” like that.
Rich