My former wife fell down a cliff, really an embankment but she calls it a cliff.
She was pregnant at the time (not mine, we were teens) and the fall
injured her in such a way that she had to abort. There was no splattering.
She went on to become my wife and bear us two sons now nearing college.
Nothing splattered on any wall.
OK?
I'm glad you have two sons.
It's not a "medical environment," it's a slaughterhouse.
It started in 1992, when two Charleston abortion-clinic workers went to the South Carolina Department of Health and Environmental Control with a horrific tale.Do a search on "abortion + garbage disposal" and see what you come up with.The doctor for whom they worked didn't just abort babies-he ground their tiny bodies in a kitchen garbage disposal, flushing what was left down the drain and into the public sewer system...
"There's more regulation now in a veterinarian's clinic than an abortion clinic," McConnell said in launching hearings into the matter. During those hearings before the General Assembly in 1994, women told what they saw while undergoing abortions: bloody sheets, bloody cots, dirty bathrooms- even a dog in the operating room. The bill that emerged from those hearings- proposing to regulate abortion clinics' sanitation, staff qualifications and disposal procedures-was signed into law in January 1995.