The Age at Which Dead Baby Jokes Are No Longer Humorous

One is disturbed by the mind that can produce the following, delivered in a purely "No shit" fashion because he does not simply realize all the ways in which this is up-fucked:

Swanson: I’m beginning to get some evidence from certain doctors and certain scientists that have done research on women’s wombs after they’ve gone through the surgery, and they’ve compared the wombs of women who were on the birth control pill to those who were not on the birth control pill. And they have found that with women who are on the birth control pill, there are these little tiny fetuses, these little babies, that are embedded into the womb. They’re just like dead babies. They’re on the inside of the womb. And these wombs of women who have been on the birth control pill effectively have become graveyards for lots and lots of little babies.

Now at the valuable site, RH Reality check, Robin Marty explains what everyone with a basic understanding of the reproductive process should know: that the uterus is, how should we say--self-cleaning? And that contraceptive pills are just that: contra-ception, meaning they prevent the meeting of egg and sperm from ever creating those troublesome little fetuses the the warped mind of Swanson envisions as littering a woman's special baby-making zone. She goes on to point out the very obvious fact that Swanson does not know what he is talking about, has exempted himself from knowing what he is talking about, and would like to further ignorance of how reproduction works as part of the homeschooling movement.

To which I can only add that if someone did care ever so very much about the subject of when a baby is made, would it not behoove them to know fuck-all about it? Just so that someone would not actually look like a thoroughgoing weirdo when people who were capable of asking simple questions like "What doctors, where, Kevin?" or even "And why isn't this common knowledge, do you think?" investigated his ramblings.

But the point of saying something gross and improbable regarding the female anatomy isn't to convince people who are already poisoned by the fruit of knowledge. Oh hell, no. It seems to be a rather outre way of reinforcing the negative emotions of the already-persuaded that they need not bother themselves with hearing about women (or scum-sucking sluts, if that is the terminology one prefers) who might want to actually care for their bodies, protect their lives, health, and financial security, and even make choices that improve matters for the children they already have.  That language is a conversation-ender, as certain as the little mock-ups of ketchup-covered cut-up dollies, or the "in-your-face" protesting methods, or the regular lies about depression and breast cancer following in the wake of making certain reproductive choices.

Lying isn't caring about people. When anti-choicers talk about jailing rape victims or letting women die because their lives are second in importance to their fetus, it is clear we differ on what a pro-life attitude would really entail.

The War on Women is far from over.