On Abortion
Why do people consider the unborn child only a “fetus” (which by the way means baby), or a non-living being? What about the birth transforms a “lifeless” fetus into a living being? How can one person consider this “lifeless” fetus to be a great blessing and cheer about its mere existence, and another want to completely be rid of it, considering it a useless, lifeless thing?
And how can one person mourn the loss of a fetus and another be relieved about, even celebrating, exactly that?
Indeed, sometimes one person can hate and get rid of an unborn child, the “lifeless fetus” (lifeless baby), simply because she didn’t want it. And then, later, she can love and cherish another “lifeless fetus” (again, lifeless baby) and breathlessly await its birth. The objects didn’t change, both are considered either unborn, living children, or “lifeless” until birth. All that changed was that person’s opinion of it. Do we just go around killing animals or people because we hate them, and let those that we love and cherish live? I don’t. But those who get rid of these fetuses, these unborn children, do. Somehow, a person’s very opinion of the unborn child determines its fate. If it is unwanted, it is thrown away, expelled from its mother’s body like a piece of trash. If it is wanted, it is kept, cuddled, loved on, and treated like a treasure.
But one’s opinion of something doesn’t change what it is. That’s not how the world works.
This world is very twisted. It loves the killing of unborn children or even partially-born children, and also the killing of those too old to care for themselves. It is very much a place for “survival-of-the-fittest”, but even the fittest get old and beaten down with age. Even the fittest were those helpless children, helpless unborn babies at one point in their lives.
People get rid of unborn animal offspring when they aren’t needed, and kill older, maimed animals when they become too ill or too useless to be kept around. But people also kill and eat animals and use their skins or feathers for several different purposes. If a person ate another person and used the skin and hair in leather or other things, that person would very quickly find himself in a lot of trouble. For he committed murder and cannibalism.
Human beings have always been recognized as being on a higher plane than the animals. Yet people find it acceptable to treat animals and other people the same way. Further, there is a stark difference in one area that I have noted: even when the unborn animals are killed off, they are recognized as living creatures in most instances. Unborn humans are not.
Exodus 21:22:
How do people tell the difference between a living human being and a lifeless one? Usually, they look for a heartbeat and movement. Yet when an unborn child is discovered, and the mother doesn’t want it, it is considered lifeless. It doesn’t matter if it has a heartbeat or not. It doesn’t matter whether the child is moving or still. The child’s existence is forfeit, just because the mother doesn’t want it. And if a mother does not have a child within her, she isn’t a mother. She isn’t with child, or pregnant. If this child is not alive, if it isn’t another human being, then she has no right to call herself the mother of this child. Females of any species don’t get pregnant with tissue or fertilized eggs. They get pregnant with a young creature of their species. A living creature. Horses have foals, cats have kittens, dogs have puppies, cows have calves, kangaroos have joeys, bats have kits, and bears have cubs. Humans have children.
So, what determines whether an unborn child is alive or not? It can be hard to tell at first, but wouldn’t the existence of a heartbeat tell you that it is a living creature? And, later, wouldn’t the movement inside of the womb, that the mother can feel and sometimes see, tell you that it is a living creature? Wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t the ultrasounds and sonograms tell you it is a living human being, and that killing it would be committing murder?
To some people, apparently not.
I have a child within me. It is a healthy, living creature, and to kill it would be to commit murder. I know it is a living creature because it has a heartbeat, and it is quite active. It rolls and punches and kicks at will inside my womb. It likes to hide when the midwife is finding its heartbeat, but she has always found it. After all, this little child is running out of room to hide, with eleven weeks to go.
And there are people who would have no trouble expelling such a baby from their bodies, calling it lifeless and without importance. There are people who would have no trouble killing a baby during the natural birth process. It’s as if somehow the baby becomes alive as soon as it is born, and during those moments, weeks, and months before the birth is complete it is a lifeless object. I can tell you, it is not. It is very much alive, and has a mind of its own.
Even children plagued with health or aesthetic problems from before birth, like Down Syndrome or cleft palates, are still living creatures. Sure, babies with Down Syndrome will need special care for their entire lives, but that is no excuse to just kill them and be done with it. Who knows if your little DS baby could change someone’s life for the better? Who knows if it might open your eyes to a piece of the world you never thought of before, and improve your own life?
I know children and adults with Down Syndrome. They are some of the loveliest people you could meet, for it seems that they don’t possess the ability to hate someone at all. They are creative and happy, and though they are different and stand out, they don’t generally like to draw attention to themselves because of their handicap. Instead, they like to get your attention with their skills, showing off what they’ve done. They can be loud, but so can “normal” human beings. Yes, they bring a whole new set of obstacles and the like to the table, but the benefits can be so much more rewarding. I can’t say that anyone actually hopes to have a child like this, but those that do and will have children with mental handicaps shouldn’t kill these unborn children. They bring a sense of uniqueness to the world, and growth to the community.
The baby’s size has nothing to do with its viability as a human being. If size mattered, my husband would be worth a lot more than I am, because he is a lot larger than I am. And a born child is still a lot smaller than its parents, at least for a few years.
Dependence has nothing to do with it. Again, I would be worth a lot less than my sweetheart, because I depend on him for my livelihood. But I suppose this argument would also be used for those advocating euthanasia for ill or aged people who cannot take care of themselves. Where is the line going to be drawn? We all depend on something or someone to survive!
There are so many doctrines claiming that the unborn child is a lifeless creature. But all the birth does is change its location, from being inside the mother to outside. And if location mattered, wouldn’t our own locations change our own value? Wouldn’t moving from the bedroom to the living room change our life-value in some way? Surely not. Before birth, the baby was still a baby, active and with a heartbeat. After birth, this little child retained that heartbeat and activity. It didn’t morph from a lifeless creature into one that suddenly was a human being once it was born. From the moment that the sperm met the egg, months before the birth, it was a living creature, developing and growing at a surprising rate. It was a human being. It developed and grew inside the womb, and outside of the womb it will continue to grow and develop. Even after it is declared an adult, it will still grow, though more mentally than physically now. A human being grows and develops from the moment of conception to the moment of death. How it does that changes along the way, but it never stops.
This weekend, much of the world is stopping to celebrate the birth of a baby over two millennia ago. Before He was born, Jesus was not a lifeless fetus. He was, I’m sure, like any of us. He had a heartbeat, and was an active little thing that Mary no doubt was thrilled, and possibly even slightly terrified, to carry. Imagine if Joseph and Mary had considered Him to be worthless until that moment when He made His first cry. Mary would have gotten rid of Him out of fear of the world finding out she was pregnant outside of wedlock. Joseph would have encouraged her to do so. But out of fear of the Lord and knowledge that this unborn baby was actually alive, it didn’t cross their minds. Joseph was, at one point, going to put Mary away discreetly, but he did not pressure her to try to kill the child. Nor did she, Mary, want to.
Think of it. Jesus Christ was once in a place we all have been. He was inside His mother’s womb, a helpless baby at the mercy of her will. If she had not considered Him alive, she wouldn’t have been so gracious a mother to God’s Son.
As for Jesus’s cousin, John, he was indeed a baby who was aware and active before he was born. Luke 1:41-44 says,
John knew when the unborn Jesus was in his presence while he was still three to four months from being born. Jesus, in turn, had just been conceived! I will admit, there was some supernatural stuff going on, but if Jesus was a just a fetus, John would not have reacted like he did when Mary, carrying Him within her womb, called his mother. As a matter of fact, if John was nothing but a fetus, he wouldn’t have reacted to anything at all!
My little unborn child, who is a little older than the age that John would’ve been then, is most definitely aware of its surroundings. It knows when it is my hand that is feeling it kick and roll and punch my stomach and sides, and it knows when it is my husband. The little one knows when the midwife is listening for its heartbeat, and has a pretty good aim at kicking the monitor, too. It is almost hyperactive, yet also shy. I feel blessed to be carrying such a little miracle. Too often, we mourn the loss of little babies who didn’t make it to term. And too often, babies are murdered before getting a chance to survive in the world. I know this baby will change our lives and make us busier, but even though it is an unplanned child, we love it and care for it with all our hearts and minds. At times, the scale and mirror have traumatized me, for I loved my pre-pregnancy figure and weight. But I won’t get rid of this little one simply because it is making me huge and heavy. I won’t discard it like some piece of junk mail simply because it is an inconvenience in our finances and plans. It is a human being, one that we have been given the honor of raising together. There will be hard times, and there will be good times. But in my opinion, children will only help to make our marriage stronger and help us grow as people. Whether we have four, or six, or ten, or only one, we will be the better for it. The baby won’t rule our lives. We will have to make some adjustments and change, but we will fit the baby into our lives and keep going. We will not stop our hobbies and shut down our dreams. Instead, we will adjust how we pursue them to allow the baby to come along for the ride. Reenactments will stay a major part of our lives. We will still go on horseback rides and work on the ranch and visit friends and family. I will continue to blog, and write, and cook and clean house. D will still go to work and come home and do leather stuff, and we will still go to the movies or sit down on the couch or cuddle in bed and watch a movie or TV show. As our children grow, they will learn to help around the place, and I will learn how to teach them different tasks. Our lives will become more adventurous, but I’m always up for an adventure. It’s why I married my husband.
Unnatural abortion is an unnatural toll on the mother’s body, and it is murder. Natural abortion still takes its toll on the mother, but to a lesser degree physically. And it is not murder, because no one caused the baby to be removed from the mother’s body before it could survive. The body of the mother decided that the child could not handle the world, not the brain of the mother. It is a very sad thing to lose one’s child to a miscarriage, or natural abortion. It is even sadder to think that many women willingly kill their children out of pure selfishness. Perhaps the baby wasn’t planned, or it wasn’t “perfect". So she considered it a lifeless creature and had it murdered. She had it ripped out of her own body and dumped in a trash can.
These days, people commit suicide for having terminal illnesses, knowing they will die anyway. But they forget that life is still precious, even when their days are numbered. For if it wasn’t, everybody would commit suicide. Doesn’t everyone die at some point? Aren’t everyone’s days numbered?
In a world where people commit suicide simply because life isn’t treating them well, where women murder their own children, and where the children murder their own parents when they get too old or too sick to care for themselves, the value of life is dropping considerably. Life is no longer a treasured thing, except when people feel like it is.
My husband’s great-grandfather was a sailor in World War II. He married his bride in a cemetary one night when they knew he was due for deployment, and shortly after was shipped out to sea. He came home to a little girl, the grandmother of my beloved. His wife could’ve had that baby killed, because she did not have her husband to help her through the first few months of caring for their child. But instead, she had a healthy little girl. Over the next few years, that girl’s father lost himself inside of alcohol, his wartime memories haunting him day and night. He could’ve easily committed suicide, but he didn’t. During those years, another son and daughter were born to him. Life wasn’t treating him fairly. He had three hungry children and a wife to care for, and PTSD to boot. But he didn’t just pull the trigger and get out of it. No, he found God and sobered up. The memories of his drunkenness are just that to his children: memories. Today, he is well aged and has lost a good bit of his memory and mind due to it. His wife is also incapable of tending to herself, let alone him. But their three children have not considered killing them. Instead, they are giving back to their parents, tending to them when they need it and finding ways to keep them safe inside their own home. Four generations routinely gather in their home for holidays, just as they will tomorrow. More than seventy years of marriage have bound the two together, and their children show their love brilliantly. Because his wife didn’t get rid of their first unborn child, their first great-great-grandchild is kicking strongly within me, impatiently awaiting the day when it sees light. Because he didn’t commit suicide, he has seen the accomplishments of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. And because their children love and cherish them and keep them safe and sound instead of making their own lives easier and “euthanizing” them, they continue to get to see the impact that they made together. She didn’t divorce him when he was an angry, depressed drunkard. And today it has paid off.
But some women, left without a man, would go off and have an affair. They would divorce their man simply because he isn’t there, but is fighting overseas. Some women would kill their children because they don’t have their man providing for them, and consider it too much work to raise a child and keep themselves under a roof. I’ll admit, it isn’t easy. Some women might keep the child and stay loyal to their husbands, until of course he comes home and becomes a drunk. Then they would divorce him to make their own lives easier. Some men might commit suicide when faced with PTSD and children and a wife on the side. Some children might kill off their parents when they become too old, and too mentally unstable to tend to each other and themselves, making it their children’s responsibility to care for them. But none of those situations ever came to pass. Today, they and their children and their children’s children are reaping the rewards. Someday soon, those two old people will die, but it will be a natural death, not caused by suicide or murder. They, and their children, are fine examples to a world bent on causing more and more death and destruction.
And how can one person mourn the loss of a fetus and another be relieved about, even celebrating, exactly that?
Indeed, sometimes one person can hate and get rid of an unborn child, the “lifeless fetus” (lifeless baby), simply because she didn’t want it. And then, later, she can love and cherish another “lifeless fetus” (again, lifeless baby) and breathlessly await its birth. The objects didn’t change, both are considered either unborn, living children, or “lifeless” until birth. All that changed was that person’s opinion of it. Do we just go around killing animals or people because we hate them, and let those that we love and cherish live? I don’t. But those who get rid of these fetuses, these unborn children, do. Somehow, a person’s very opinion of the unborn child determines its fate. If it is unwanted, it is thrown away, expelled from its mother’s body like a piece of trash. If it is wanted, it is kept, cuddled, loved on, and treated like a treasure.
But one’s opinion of something doesn’t change what it is. That’s not how the world works.
This world is very twisted. It loves the killing of unborn children or even partially-born children, and also the killing of those too old to care for themselves. It is very much a place for “survival-of-the-fittest”, but even the fittest get old and beaten down with age. Even the fittest were those helpless children, helpless unborn babies at one point in their lives.
People get rid of unborn animal offspring when they aren’t needed, and kill older, maimed animals when they become too ill or too useless to be kept around. But people also kill and eat animals and use their skins or feathers for several different purposes. If a person ate another person and used the skin and hair in leather or other things, that person would very quickly find himself in a lot of trouble. For he committed murder and cannibalism.
Human beings have always been recognized as being on a higher plane than the animals. Yet people find it acceptable to treat animals and other people the same way. Further, there is a stark difference in one area that I have noted: even when the unborn animals are killed off, they are recognized as living creatures in most instances. Unborn humans are not.
Exodus 21:22:
"If men strive, and hurt a woman with child, so that her fruit depart from her, and yet no mischief follow: he shall be surely punished, according as the woman's husband will lay upon him; and he shall pay as the judges determine."
How do people tell the difference between a living human being and a lifeless one? Usually, they look for a heartbeat and movement. Yet when an unborn child is discovered, and the mother doesn’t want it, it is considered lifeless. It doesn’t matter if it has a heartbeat or not. It doesn’t matter whether the child is moving or still. The child’s existence is forfeit, just because the mother doesn’t want it. And if a mother does not have a child within her, she isn’t a mother. She isn’t with child, or pregnant. If this child is not alive, if it isn’t another human being, then she has no right to call herself the mother of this child. Females of any species don’t get pregnant with tissue or fertilized eggs. They get pregnant with a young creature of their species. A living creature. Horses have foals, cats have kittens, dogs have puppies, cows have calves, kangaroos have joeys, bats have kits, and bears have cubs. Humans have children.
So, what determines whether an unborn child is alive or not? It can be hard to tell at first, but wouldn’t the existence of a heartbeat tell you that it is a living creature? And, later, wouldn’t the movement inside of the womb, that the mother can feel and sometimes see, tell you that it is a living creature? Wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t the ultrasounds and sonograms tell you it is a living human being, and that killing it would be committing murder?
To some people, apparently not.
I have a child within me. It is a healthy, living creature, and to kill it would be to commit murder. I know it is a living creature because it has a heartbeat, and it is quite active. It rolls and punches and kicks at will inside my womb. It likes to hide when the midwife is finding its heartbeat, but she has always found it. After all, this little child is running out of room to hide, with eleven weeks to go.
And there are people who would have no trouble expelling such a baby from their bodies, calling it lifeless and without importance. There are people who would have no trouble killing a baby during the natural birth process. It’s as if somehow the baby becomes alive as soon as it is born, and during those moments, weeks, and months before the birth is complete it is a lifeless object. I can tell you, it is not. It is very much alive, and has a mind of its own.
Even children plagued with health or aesthetic problems from before birth, like Down Syndrome or cleft palates, are still living creatures. Sure, babies with Down Syndrome will need special care for their entire lives, but that is no excuse to just kill them and be done with it. Who knows if your little DS baby could change someone’s life for the better? Who knows if it might open your eyes to a piece of the world you never thought of before, and improve your own life?
I know children and adults with Down Syndrome. They are some of the loveliest people you could meet, for it seems that they don’t possess the ability to hate someone at all. They are creative and happy, and though they are different and stand out, they don’t generally like to draw attention to themselves because of their handicap. Instead, they like to get your attention with their skills, showing off what they’ve done. They can be loud, but so can “normal” human beings. Yes, they bring a whole new set of obstacles and the like to the table, but the benefits can be so much more rewarding. I can’t say that anyone actually hopes to have a child like this, but those that do and will have children with mental handicaps shouldn’t kill these unborn children. They bring a sense of uniqueness to the world, and growth to the community.
The baby’s size has nothing to do with its viability as a human being. If size mattered, my husband would be worth a lot more than I am, because he is a lot larger than I am. And a born child is still a lot smaller than its parents, at least for a few years.
Dependence has nothing to do with it. Again, I would be worth a lot less than my sweetheart, because I depend on him for my livelihood. But I suppose this argument would also be used for those advocating euthanasia for ill or aged people who cannot take care of themselves. Where is the line going to be drawn? We all depend on something or someone to survive!
There are so many doctrines claiming that the unborn child is a lifeless creature. But all the birth does is change its location, from being inside the mother to outside. And if location mattered, wouldn’t our own locations change our own value? Wouldn’t moving from the bedroom to the living room change our life-value in some way? Surely not. Before birth, the baby was still a baby, active and with a heartbeat. After birth, this little child retained that heartbeat and activity. It didn’t morph from a lifeless creature into one that suddenly was a human being once it was born. From the moment that the sperm met the egg, months before the birth, it was a living creature, developing and growing at a surprising rate. It was a human being. It developed and grew inside the womb, and outside of the womb it will continue to grow and develop. Even after it is declared an adult, it will still grow, though more mentally than physically now. A human being grows and develops from the moment of conception to the moment of death. How it does that changes along the way, but it never stops.
This weekend, much of the world is stopping to celebrate the birth of a baby over two millennia ago. Before He was born, Jesus was not a lifeless fetus. He was, I’m sure, like any of us. He had a heartbeat, and was an active little thing that Mary no doubt was thrilled, and possibly even slightly terrified, to carry. Imagine if Joseph and Mary had considered Him to be worthless until that moment when He made His first cry. Mary would have gotten rid of Him out of fear of the world finding out she was pregnant outside of wedlock. Joseph would have encouraged her to do so. But out of fear of the Lord and knowledge that this unborn baby was actually alive, it didn’t cross their minds. Joseph was, at one point, going to put Mary away discreetly, but he did not pressure her to try to kill the child. Nor did she, Mary, want to.
Think of it. Jesus Christ was once in a place we all have been. He was inside His mother’s womb, a helpless baby at the mercy of her will. If she had not considered Him alive, she wouldn’t have been so gracious a mother to God’s Son.
As for Jesus’s cousin, John, he was indeed a baby who was aware and active before he was born. Luke 1:41-44 says,
“And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost:
And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.”
John knew when the unborn Jesus was in his presence while he was still three to four months from being born. Jesus, in turn, had just been conceived! I will admit, there was some supernatural stuff going on, but if Jesus was a just a fetus, John would not have reacted like he did when Mary, carrying Him within her womb, called his mother. As a matter of fact, if John was nothing but a fetus, he wouldn’t have reacted to anything at all!
My little unborn child, who is a little older than the age that John would’ve been then, is most definitely aware of its surroundings. It knows when it is my hand that is feeling it kick and roll and punch my stomach and sides, and it knows when it is my husband. The little one knows when the midwife is listening for its heartbeat, and has a pretty good aim at kicking the monitor, too. It is almost hyperactive, yet also shy. I feel blessed to be carrying such a little miracle. Too often, we mourn the loss of little babies who didn’t make it to term. And too often, babies are murdered before getting a chance to survive in the world. I know this baby will change our lives and make us busier, but even though it is an unplanned child, we love it and care for it with all our hearts and minds. At times, the scale and mirror have traumatized me, for I loved my pre-pregnancy figure and weight. But I won’t get rid of this little one simply because it is making me huge and heavy. I won’t discard it like some piece of junk mail simply because it is an inconvenience in our finances and plans. It is a human being, one that we have been given the honor of raising together. There will be hard times, and there will be good times. But in my opinion, children will only help to make our marriage stronger and help us grow as people. Whether we have four, or six, or ten, or only one, we will be the better for it. The baby won’t rule our lives. We will have to make some adjustments and change, but we will fit the baby into our lives and keep going. We will not stop our hobbies and shut down our dreams. Instead, we will adjust how we pursue them to allow the baby to come along for the ride. Reenactments will stay a major part of our lives. We will still go on horseback rides and work on the ranch and visit friends and family. I will continue to blog, and write, and cook and clean house. D will still go to work and come home and do leather stuff, and we will still go to the movies or sit down on the couch or cuddle in bed and watch a movie or TV show. As our children grow, they will learn to help around the place, and I will learn how to teach them different tasks. Our lives will become more adventurous, but I’m always up for an adventure. It’s why I married my husband.
Unnatural abortion is an unnatural toll on the mother’s body, and it is murder. Natural abortion still takes its toll on the mother, but to a lesser degree physically. And it is not murder, because no one caused the baby to be removed from the mother’s body before it could survive. The body of the mother decided that the child could not handle the world, not the brain of the mother. It is a very sad thing to lose one’s child to a miscarriage, or natural abortion. It is even sadder to think that many women willingly kill their children out of pure selfishness. Perhaps the baby wasn’t planned, or it wasn’t “perfect". So she considered it a lifeless creature and had it murdered. She had it ripped out of her own body and dumped in a trash can.
These days, people commit suicide for having terminal illnesses, knowing they will die anyway. But they forget that life is still precious, even when their days are numbered. For if it wasn’t, everybody would commit suicide. Doesn’t everyone die at some point? Aren’t everyone’s days numbered?
In a world where people commit suicide simply because life isn’t treating them well, where women murder their own children, and where the children murder their own parents when they get too old or too sick to care for themselves, the value of life is dropping considerably. Life is no longer a treasured thing, except when people feel like it is.
My husband’s great-grandfather was a sailor in World War II. He married his bride in a cemetary one night when they knew he was due for deployment, and shortly after was shipped out to sea. He came home to a little girl, the grandmother of my beloved. His wife could’ve had that baby killed, because she did not have her husband to help her through the first few months of caring for their child. But instead, she had a healthy little girl. Over the next few years, that girl’s father lost himself inside of alcohol, his wartime memories haunting him day and night. He could’ve easily committed suicide, but he didn’t. During those years, another son and daughter were born to him. Life wasn’t treating him fairly. He had three hungry children and a wife to care for, and PTSD to boot. But he didn’t just pull the trigger and get out of it. No, he found God and sobered up. The memories of his drunkenness are just that to his children: memories. Today, he is well aged and has lost a good bit of his memory and mind due to it. His wife is also incapable of tending to herself, let alone him. But their three children have not considered killing them. Instead, they are giving back to their parents, tending to them when they need it and finding ways to keep them safe inside their own home. Four generations routinely gather in their home for holidays, just as they will tomorrow. More than seventy years of marriage have bound the two together, and their children show their love brilliantly. Because his wife didn’t get rid of their first unborn child, their first great-great-grandchild is kicking strongly within me, impatiently awaiting the day when it sees light. Because he didn’t commit suicide, he has seen the accomplishments of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. And because their children love and cherish them and keep them safe and sound instead of making their own lives easier and “euthanizing” them, they continue to get to see the impact that they made together. She didn’t divorce him when he was an angry, depressed drunkard. And today it has paid off.
But some women, left without a man, would go off and have an affair. They would divorce their man simply because he isn’t there, but is fighting overseas. Some women would kill their children because they don’t have their man providing for them, and consider it too much work to raise a child and keep themselves under a roof. I’ll admit, it isn’t easy. Some women might keep the child and stay loyal to their husbands, until of course he comes home and becomes a drunk. Then they would divorce him to make their own lives easier. Some men might commit suicide when faced with PTSD and children and a wife on the side. Some children might kill off their parents when they become too old, and too mentally unstable to tend to each other and themselves, making it their children’s responsibility to care for them. But none of those situations ever came to pass. Today, they and their children and their children’s children are reaping the rewards. Someday soon, those two old people will die, but it will be a natural death, not caused by suicide or murder. They, and their children, are fine examples to a world bent on causing more and more death and destruction.
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