Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Other Cheap Labor

Stacey Campfield must have friends in the Texas State Legislature.

They are now considering the Rent-a-Womb Act, a piece of legislation designed to discourage abortion by giving money to women that put their children up for adoption.

And just what is the princely sum that is offered up to these women in exchange for four months of morning sickness, nine months of constipation, chronic back pain during the third trimester, an alarming need to urinate every five minutes (Brought on by an eight pound person doing a headstand on her bladder), nine months of unbearable hormonal mood swings, hemorrhoids, and high blood pressure which is then capped off by several hours of pain more excruciating than listening to the entire Britney Spears catalog as they attempt to push something the size of a watermelon out of their genitalia?


This isn't discouraging abortion. This is an episode of "Jackass" waiting to happen.

Strangely enough, it's being sponsored by the a senator from the same party that has built a culture of talking points around the idea that any form of public assistance de-incentivizes work ('Cause, you know, those welfare recipients are such high rollers). They're apparently not too worried that this massive payout will encourage women to supplement their incomes by squeezing out a pup every nine months.

Perhaps it's because they know the payout is too little to incentivize anything. It allows them to trun back to the anti-abortion zealots and pretend that they've accomplished something.


Anonymous said...

Well, this is interesting: "Brought on by an eight pound person doing a headstand on her bladder...." Good metaphor, but what you're doing is conceding the point made by pro-lifers: The embryo is a "person," not a "watermelon."

Not trying to be contentious; just wonder how you'd resolve the point.

Freedonian said...

By the time they're eight pounds, they're well past the due date for abortion in any state.

One of my cousins was born ridiculously prematurely and weighed fifteen ounces, lingering in this world for a mere eight days. Even the "premie" diapers were so big on him that the maternity nurses had to modify them.

And even he was born late enough into the pregnancy that abortion would not have been an option.

So while you're right in that I made a serious verbal miscue (One that I shall certainly be more careful about in the future), I don't view that as a fatal one.