Roman Candle
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Firstly, it is neither your place, nor the law's place, to decide what constitutes a good lifestyle. You do not get to decide who needs 'to learn a lesson'. That is not the role of the state.
Secondly, I think you are confusing making someone 'grow up' with crushing them. There's a difference between someone maturing, and someone having their spirit broken.
Thirdly, I would like to point out that people are stupid. Getting accidentally knocked up is pretty stupid, I'll give you that. But what you are proposing is a punishment, and a terrible one. One sealed through another person - a child. To bring that child into existance, to make it into a person, and to use it to 'teach the mother a lesson'. I just don't think that's fair on the child that foetus eventually becomes.
Continuing on the theme of punishment, Philip Dick used the analogy of children playing in the street, talking about substance abuse. I think it also fits this situation. Yes, people play in that street; often naievely, foolishly. And some of them get hit by cars, and it is more than they could imagaine such a simple, pleasant game could bring down on them. And you are the ones holding them there, pinning them down after they've seen the headlights. You don't give them the chance to run. You don't give them the chance to learn, before it's too late. Do you know what it's like for mothers in that position? Do you what it's like, having all those people, just like you, seeing them, and knowing that they're thinking just what you're thinking. That they're just another easy girl, just another stupid whore, can't make her own decisions. That she's learning her lesson. Do you know what it's like to be 19 pushing a baby chair? Are you telling me that my own mother's 'decision making skills aren't too hot'? Because I can tell you, I'd take her as a mother over you any day. Maybe you're going that having a child at 16 taught my best friend's mom a lesson. But all you're going to do is make me laugh. Because I've seen, and I know.
Finally, I would like to ask who the aborted child is. Can you tell me their name? Can you tell me what they like? Can you tell me what they want? Their dearest ambition? Can you tell me something about their personality? What was there, that was lost? You might ask how I might have felt about it if I had been aborted. Honestly; I wouldn't have minded. Of course, I couldn't have minded anyway, without a brain to inhabit. But the point is that there was no 'I', at the time. Instead, maybe I would have been born a few years later. Maybe I would have had a slightly easier childhood, who knows? I could not have died, because there was no 'me' to kill; there was only a body. I would like to think that I am more than a product of a few bits of genetic information.
By the way, picking up on a typo of mine does not make my arguments any less reasonable, or yours any more so. I hear you perfectly. It's simply obvious to me that what you're saying isn't right.
Secondly, I think you are confusing making someone 'grow up' with crushing them. There's a difference between someone maturing, and someone having their spirit broken.
Thirdly, I would like to point out that people are stupid. Getting accidentally knocked up is pretty stupid, I'll give you that. But what you are proposing is a punishment, and a terrible one. One sealed through another person - a child. To bring that child into existance, to make it into a person, and to use it to 'teach the mother a lesson'. I just don't think that's fair on the child that foetus eventually becomes.
Continuing on the theme of punishment, Philip Dick used the analogy of children playing in the street, talking about substance abuse. I think it also fits this situation. Yes, people play in that street; often naievely, foolishly. And some of them get hit by cars, and it is more than they could imagaine such a simple, pleasant game could bring down on them. And you are the ones holding them there, pinning them down after they've seen the headlights. You don't give them the chance to run. You don't give them the chance to learn, before it's too late. Do you know what it's like for mothers in that position? Do you what it's like, having all those people, just like you, seeing them, and knowing that they're thinking just what you're thinking. That they're just another easy girl, just another stupid whore, can't make her own decisions. That she's learning her lesson. Do you know what it's like to be 19 pushing a baby chair? Are you telling me that my own mother's 'decision making skills aren't too hot'? Because I can tell you, I'd take her as a mother over you any day. Maybe you're going that having a child at 16 taught my best friend's mom a lesson. But all you're going to do is make me laugh. Because I've seen, and I know.
Finally, I would like to ask who the aborted child is. Can you tell me their name? Can you tell me what they like? Can you tell me what they want? Their dearest ambition? Can you tell me something about their personality? What was there, that was lost? You might ask how I might have felt about it if I had been aborted. Honestly; I wouldn't have minded. Of course, I couldn't have minded anyway, without a brain to inhabit. But the point is that there was no 'I', at the time. Instead, maybe I would have been born a few years later. Maybe I would have had a slightly easier childhood, who knows? I could not have died, because there was no 'me' to kill; there was only a body. I would like to think that I am more than a product of a few bits of genetic information.
By the way, picking up on a typo of mine does not make my arguments any less reasonable, or yours any more so. I hear you perfectly. It's simply obvious to me that what you're saying isn't right.