I know abortions are not “funny”. I also know that abortions are controversial, but as I have always said abortions are about a “strong woman making a tough decision” (see Aug 26, 2008 post). There is something in my head that needs to come out. I am not sure if this is the “birth” of that something or if this blog is the DNC of that thought of what I find “funny” about abortions.
The “minds eye” is as individual as the finger print. Whats in my head may be similar to what you envision, but there are vast differences in the detail. Think of a red rose. My red rose has a beautiful red rose bud and a thorny stem with multiple leaves. My recollection of a red rose “stems” from my floral days of cleaning the thorns from the roses. Your red rose reference will be similar but different from mine in your “minds eye”. We all are individuals with varying experiences and references.
Not that I sit around and think of abortions, but I do have abortions on the mind quite often. I do tend to be controversial and I do enjoy pushing the limits of obscenity, vulgarity, and sanity. I certainly am not intentionally boorish, I just like to see the reactions of others. This is my test of whether or not I should open my mouth any further. Most times, the words spew right out without a filter. Your reactions and facial expressions encourage me to continue or to cease and desist. I thrive on laughter and flourish on the cringe. Its the hail mary’s that make me walk away. I am most certainly not running from religion, I just do not want to debate your “faith”.
What I thought was normal, turns out to be off center of normal by about 400 yards. Most people picture abortions as nothing more than a blood clot about the size of a shelled peanut. You probably picture a shelled peanut from one of those full barrels of nuts at Texas Roadhouse, translucent and dripping blood. Nothing more than an embryo early in the process of prenatal development.
Maybe during my formative years I watched too many “After School Specials” on ABC, but I think of abortions very differently.
My “minds eye” of abortions is not for the weak. For whatever reason or excuse, I picture all abortions as being performed by a man called “Doc” who carries around a bag of coat hangers left over from the dry cleaners. This “Doc” may have wrinkle free, medium starched shirts, but I picture drops of paint (or blood) on his boots. The abortion that I always reference in my head is about 6 pounds worth of fleshly fetus shaped gelatinous goo. Maybe the pre-coat hanger shape was more formative, but my abortions do not have a backbone or any rigidity of the spine, its just a pile of unwantedness. Of course, everything is blood covered, but there is no wailing, no hair and no screams for help its just a pile of what could have been.
Some may say that what I have just described is murder. Some also may say that meat is murder. Either way, I am just spewing what is in my “minds eye” (again without a filter), this is my visual point of reference. Oh by the way, in my vision there also is a black hefty style (but not Hefty brand) trashbag for the “Doc”. All of this also occurs in the last stall of the girls room at a high school in a John Hughes type movie. Something melodramtic from Tears for Fears is in the background drifting from the cafeteria where all the other kids are enjoying their Junior Prom.
This post is not an endorsement for abortion nor is it an opposition. This is not a political statement. This is not meant to be indicitive of my personal beliefs. This is nothing more than my intent to share the images in my mind. Please do not comment or start a debate about virtues, morals, or religion. Feel free to start a thread about After School Specials or John Hughes movies.
