By Dave Andrusko
Today, my wife is, as she does every Monday through Friday, taking care of the newest addition to our family. It did not escape me that while she is caring for our littlest granddaughter, that today is also “Abortion Provider Appreciation Day.”
March 10 is the day in which the Abortion Industry congratulates itself for having just regular folks disposing of over a million babies a year.
“Kelsey,” writing for herself and the staff at Physicians for Reproductive Health (is that a misnomer, or what?) tells us today that
But what I love most about abortion providers is everything that makes them normal. They geek out over the latest Beyonce album. They binge Heated Rivalry. They get pregnant. They have miscarriages. They have babies. They go to protests in support of the safety of community members. They go to the pottery studio. They complain about the dating apps. They love their weird, perfect pets. They talk nonstop about Bad Bunny. They have great taste in memes. Abortion providers, despite the over-politicization of the care they were trained to provide, fight to seek a sense of normalcy in the midst of the pressure.
Just everyday folks who happen to slice and dice hapless unborn babies. Who would dispute that they are “normal”? After all, is it not proof positive that “They geek out over the latest Beyonce album”?!
Writing for the Colorado News, abortionist Lauren Thaxton gratefully headlines her story, “On Abortion Provider Appreciation Day, I’m glad to be in Colorado.” She formerly plied her trade in Texas, “an increasingly hostile state to people who can become pregnant.”
A thought. Maybe the real hostility is Thaxton’s own toward defenseless unborn children, not the state of Texas’s towards women.
Who is Thaxton? Secular Pro-Life wrote of her
Dr. Thaxton is a Colorado abortion provider and a researcher with Resound Research for Reproductive Health, which seeks to examine “strategies that can expand access to this essential part of reproductive healthcare [abortion].” Dr. Thaxton has been writing and advocating for abortion since at least 2016 when she testified against a New Mexico bill aimed to increase inspections of abortion facilities and provide care for infants who survive abortion attempts. (Emphasis added)
Should they be born alive, can’t let those little tykes receive medical treatment.
And then there is abortionist Shelley Sella, who has spent the last year traveling the country to promote her book, Beyond Limits: Stories of Third-Trimester Abortion Care. Astonishingly (or maybe not) she brags that she is “the first woman to openly practice third-trimester abortion care in the U.S.”
And she does get around. “Sella has headlined events in Washington, Illinois, Missouri, Massachusetts, Arizona, and Wyoming, and has appeared in such publications as New York Magazine, the Nation, Time, and Mother Jones,” writes Ellie Gardey Holmes.
Through the many years, Sella has kept some real company. Along with Susan Robinson [who recently died], Warren Hern, and LeRoy Carhart, Sella was featured in the 2013 documentary “After Tiller,” which portrayed late-late-term abortionists as nothing short of heroes.
Some of the quotes Sella has offered make her a pro-abortion champion among champions. Pro-lifers find these same comments incredibly cruel, albeit they do make her a perfect candidate for Abortion Provider Appreciation Day.
“Third-trimester abortion is like first- and second-trimester abortion, except that people are more desperate,” she tells Madison Pauly of Mother Jones magazine in a story that ran under the headline “A Doctor’s Impassioned Defense of Later Abortions.”
And, as she explained to New York Magazine, “I want readers to think about viability in the way I do: It is determined by the patient themselves, based on their reality.”
Get it? A woman’s “reality” defines whether the child is “viable.”
Finally, Pauly writes
“One of Sella’s main goals is to demystify what third-trimester abortion involves: typically, an injection to stop the fetus’s heart, then induction of labor, then a few days later, a stillbirth.”
Bing, bing, bing. You inject poison into the baby’s heart, her heart stops beating, and a few days [!] later, out she comes.
Easy peasy.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t think there’s much to appreciate about “Abortion providers” this day, or any day.