I truly don’t understand doctors who specialize in abortion. I was raised thinking doctors chose medicine out of a desire to save lives and help people. (Later, I decided many, hopefully not most, chose because it was a lucrative career.) But, still, humanitarians!
How could anyone remove and kill a little one that’s wiggling around? That’s like killing a puppy. It’s unbelievably soul destroying. And to do it more than once? Unreal. And then the idea that someone might SPECIALIZE in that field of medicine. The mind boggles. What does it do to the very being of that person to kill over and over and over again? How do they go to sleep at night? Do they dream of the babies?
Should abortion doctors be directed to mental health clinics and watched for mental illness? Killing isn’t just a breaking of a vital social contract. It’s also a fundamental defect in a personality.
Sorry for ranting. For some reason, all that came to mind about the woman in the parking lot was wondering how the doctor that operated on her can justify themselves participating in such a soul destroying piece of work. It’s early in the morning and I’m still waking up.
I understand the sentiment but killing a puppy doesn’t even come close.