S.D. Gov. 'Inclined' to Sign Abortion Ban

Sorry.. This makes me irate. I was waiting for my adobe acrobat reader to update so I can go on and finish my 50 million briefs I need to write and take my 2 exams that are due in 18 hours and I read this on yahoo news.

ARRRGGGHHH.. so this ban would ban all abortions unless it were saving the woman's life. Now.. let me get my thoughts straight.

I'm not condoning abortion, nor am I saying that abortion is the "right" thing to do for every woman. I'm certainly not saying abortion should be used as birth control.

I am however saying that forcing a woman to bear a rapists child and then allow that rapist access to this said child is absurd. In the eyes of the law the rapist would have visitation rights to this child yes? (I'll have to research up on that.. but from reading the article it seems to be yes.. I'm writing now out of pure adrenaline so I haven't researched the laws yet..) Forcing a child to bear a child born from a rape of a family member (incest) is ludacris...

How can This "Gov" who is probably republican believe that this is ok? So my thoughts are.. 1 when abortions were illegal or unavailable women were so desperate to have them they died from hemmoraging or dirty equipment. I know if I were forced into a situation where either 1. I would abort my child because I was impregnated by the scum of the earth such as a rapist or 2. I would be forced to send my innocent child to a rapists home for visitation every other weekend I would definately choose abortion.

I'm not even concerned about the part where I would have to look into my rapists eyes everyday.. Would I be able to care for this child.. unconciously would I place blame on the child that it did not even deserve? Would I be able to sit in my home and drink coffee knowing that my child is spending the night in a rapists house?

PLEASE.. you want to save innocent lives???

Do you not think that taking away abortions would not just lead to murder of children after birth? Huh? Would a woman who could not bear the thought of having a child like the situation above who was not able to have an abortion just kill the child after birth? Which is still the death of said child. Right?? only now the woman goes to prision for murder.. leaving the children she had before without a mother and herself a victim again.. only now by the legal system. AND some fu**king man is the one who is "inclined" to ban abortions...I wish he could get raped and give birth to a child out his ass.

These lives are being saved.. at least by this point..

Allowing a ban on abortion would not save innocent children.. it would bring more heartache and torture to them.

God this is ridiculous...

Instead of making a ban on abortion.. why don't you fight for some sort of counceling period for the mother? By an unbiased licenced docter. Not this 24 hours bullshit.. what can you think about in 24 hours? what kind of decision can you make in 24 hours? Make a mandatory time period with a certain amount of counceling time for these women to make informed and situational decision on the welfare of thier child..children the welfare of themselves.. and the future..

Can't do that tho can we? We want to do what we think God wants us to do.. and from what I've seen this is an act of God.. God sees there is no black or white.. these children in the wombs are in fact children of God from the moment of conception. Would a loving God allow an innocent child to be placed in a situation like having a tormented life? Or would a loving God allow a child born from a satan induced situation return to heaven where he/she could live out eternity in a loving and painless atmosphere.

If you want to throw God into it..

Go to hell

If I never

If I never swallow a shrimp whole I'll be just fine.

If I never blame someone for putting mud in my car just to match the bottom of my shoe to the print I'll be ok.

If I never turn my alarm off again before getting up I'll be perfect.

If I never eat Chow Mein again I'll be A-Ok.

If I never work dayshift again I'll kinda be ticked.

If I never beat the URBZ sims in the city I'll be disapointed.

If I never ....T-B-C....

An Idle Mind Breeds Wild Imagination

The same guy changes my oil every time. I go to the same place and he always has this "customer satisfactory" attitude. He talks with a soft voice and doesn't ever show any hint of emotion. He goes about his business with no inkling of what kind of mood he is in or what kind of day he's been having. He gently raises up the hood of my car like he was lifting a newborn child and wipes the dipstick clean like he were polishing a glass wand. Everytime it's please, thank you, ok now please turn off your car thank you, never calls me Mam' (which is a pet peeve of mine) is a total gentleman and from the way he acted you would think nothing less.

Everytime he changes my oil I look at him and I can see his thick hands around some poor woman's neck. Gripping for dear life. His thumbs on each side of her voice box as to squeeze her vocal cords to a non-vibrating posture. All the while his eyes the same beady way they are while they are caressing my valve stems. He stalked her. Watched her every move with the same emotionless demeanor he effortlessly removes my oil filter. Hid in the shadows until the perfect time to make his move. He's so good at what he does there is no way he's new at this. Changing oil, or squeezing the life from someone.

As I sit there watching him clean my windows I imagine that he is wiping away the layers of hatred he has stemming from his childhood. His victim of choice is women so he must have been abused by a female authority figure in his early years or, he was displeased with their actions so much so that the hatred formed a perfectly black pearl in the pit of his stomach. With every wipe, victim, he's peeling back a part of him that is so painful or stomach wrenching he cannot even bring himself to feel it. To feel it would make it a reality.

As he politely asks me to restart my car while he checks the transmission fluid my imagination is just getting started as he brings up the stick with the sticky red fluid dripping from the end. I then see him escalating from putting his victims to sleep by crushing their windpipe to something more violent. As I imagine him standing over a badly beaten screaming lady with a bloody knife raised above her head I hear "Ms. Aldridge that'll be 23 dollars even." To which my heart starts racing. I can feel my skin go cold and then I hear myself scream inside. "How does he know my name!"

And he hands my license back.

I pay the nice man. Promise myself I'll bring a book next time and, drive to the mall to find a pretty pink shirt and white skirt to match my new pink keds.

*loveyabye*

Always a part of me no matter where you go

Do you have that one person in your life whom you'll never forget? For some reason or another your lives went totally different ways (wether or not they should have) but they did.. and yet you still feel thier hands holding yours. You can still hear thier laugh. The way they asked you out on your birthday... and how every year on thier birthday.. or exactly 9 months later on your special day you wonder wether they are thinking of you too?

How you are happy that they have someone and that they seem to have a happy life but wonder what would have happened had that day in the truck not been the last time. How you were so concerned about having a connection to someone you couldn't just wait a couple of months you had to do it then or never.. and then suddenly find that you made the biggest mistake of your life and that the one that you loved back then.. and every day since then was finally gone.

Do you ever ride home during the early hours of the morning and feel them sitting next to you... thinking about what you would say or how one day it might be again.. but knowing in your heart that that day in the truck.. when they told you no.. was the last time you would ever have that connection.. and even tho your heart holds on to that "might" or "maybe" or "one day" you know that this life is so short that your chance is over.. does it hurt right where your heart is.. even tho it's not your heart.. it hurts..

How you want to be happy for them and thier life.. but secretly you would be giddy to find that they were in the same situation you were in.. and how you would run to them and place your hand on thier cheek and breathe them in.. How you would cook for them, clean for them, and bring them a cold one when they came home from work. How you would never push them away like you once did... how now you realize the reasoning behind all of the yucky feelings you had when they tried to hold you.. and how you realize it had nothing to do with them or your love for them but instead how it had to do with what you had been through once upon a time.

How now you wish you could tell them that.. and tell them that you never stopped loving them.. that you would always love them... and that it was never them.. but a demon inside of you... and how that demon is no longer a threat because you finally figured out why you were so angry.. and now you aren't angry anymore... but yet the demon diminished any hope for the future that you would ever be able to share a single kiss again.

How empty you feel without thier presence..

and even tho you can look back on the time you peed on them, or when they peed on you back.. and the time spent at the lake.. and giggle, Fire Water and Garth Brooks, You can't help but feel that sinking feeling in your stomach...

that feeling of lostness, and loneliness... and had you not have thought the right thing to do was to leave...

you might be running your hands through thier hair.. and waking them up for work now.. and rubbing your round belly....

instead of living in what if's.. and why didn't I's... and Maybe one day's...

*loveyabye*