"You may feel some cramping while we suction everything out," Harrison tells the patient.
God help us!
Do this 20,000 times and try and think of the meaning of the Hippocratic Oath. Reminds me of the scene in Justice at Nuremberg when one of the Nazi judges turns to another prisoner and asks if it is possible to kill "that many?" He is given a rather detached and clinical answer by someone so jaded as to sicken an ordinary person. 20,000? May God deliver us from such.
Anyone who doesn't think we're going to reap the whirlwind in this country is whistling past the graveyard. Nothing causes me to tremble like the thought of our richly blessed nation, 45 million dead babies, and a God that has perfect memory and a penchant for "setting things straight".