By Victor Baca
The Blockhouse Volume 2, #1
If you choose to read this piece, know that it contains imagery of horror, that even after 50-some years, is still as true today as it was then. We can take a stand and say “NO!” to a killing thing that occurs 1 1/2 times every second, every day.
What was the leading single cause of global death in 2021? Covid? No, at 386,000 for the year, it was barely on the global radar as reported by Worldometer (www.worldometers.info). Heart attack? Not really, only 8.2 million, worldwide. Smoking-with the attendant death by tobacco, from heart attacks to lung cancer; smoking must be it. No, smoking related diseases racked up 5 million worldwide deaths in 2021. Then, surely; traffic accidents. In my EMT and fire service life, traffic accidents totaled a huge amount of my time in service. Again, barely a blip on Death’s radar-1.3 million lost their lives around the world to the brutal horror of traffic collisions.
Suicides are way up since Covid-19 reared it’s ugly form on humanity, and we hear of a rising tide of suicides across all demographics with sharp increases among the general population as well as law enforcement, military, medical and Fire/EMS personnel. Suicides ranked at 1 million victims in 2021.
None of these sad ways to die even came close to the single most devastating cause of deaths worldwide in 2021. The leading cause of deaths during the past year of sorrows and tribulation was ABORTION, at a mind boggling number tallied on high noon, December 31st, 2021, totaling 42.6 Million innocent and preventable lives lost worldwide. As it stands while I’m writing this, on January 3rd, 2022, at 02:57 am, the worldwide abortion meter total for just the first few days of the New Year is 248,271 and adding 1.5 to the total, every second. At this rate, death by abortion in the world will surpass actual Covid deaths for the entire year 2021. Think about that, Covid death was a “big deal” in 2021, and it pales against the killing of babies before the first week of 2022 is even finished. We let the most vulnerable among us be literally tortured and killed by D and C (Dilation and Curettage) with barely a thought.
Think of all the resulting broken relationships, the shame and guilt of decisions that can never be taken back. Think of all the lost potential that will never be realized in children who died before they were ever born. Imagine the suffering these children endured from a procedure that, if you contemplate exactly what it entails, is unbearable to imagine in its sheer brutality, especially when done close to birth. In 8 states, plus the District Of Columbia, abortion is legal right up until birth. Survivors of the abortion procedure die a lingering death from neglect and starvation, often in a utility room in the back halls of hospitals. Medicine has become the shame of mankind and the medico’s white coats are bloodied with their filthy sin.
You might think babies feel no pain. I thought so too because that’s what doctors always asserted when I was growing up. “No need for analgesics, the baby feels no pain.” But one day, my mom, who was a nurse, brought home a medical poster showing a step-by-step series of photos detailing a circumcision on a baby. The look of sheer terror and excruciating pain on the baby boy’s face said it all. Abortion on demand, right up to and even after birth is, without a doubt, a stain on the medical profession. And, by extension, it is a stain on humanity and we’re paying the price, here and now. Ya think all the horrible disasters and tyranny choking the world like a clenched fist is an accident? There are no societal accidents or coincidences.
Abortion, it’s the ugliest word in the human language. It’s not because of something I heard in a sermon at Mass, or from some book I read once. It was a tiny, bloody hand, like a slap in the face that literally “knocked me off the fence.” I always thought, it’s a mom’s choice made with the input of her physician and, hopefully, the man in her life. A choice, plain and simple, and leave me out of it. I was just there to pick up mom and emergency transport her to the hospital because she had heavy bleeding complications from, “The Procedure.” But then I saw her baby-tiny, helpless, dead in the nurse’s palm, covered with a red-splotched white towel. Only the tiny baby’s hand betrayed the nurse’s burden. As she walked down the back hallway to the abortion clinic’s utility room with the baby, she had a totally blank, uncaring look on her face.
His body, outlined under the terry cloth, displayed a tiny blood-streaked arm, dangling limp, as delicate as porcelain. That image is still seared in my mind, like a 50 year old photograph that won’t go away. And I think of his mother, what guilt and shame has she endured over the years? Is there sorrow like any mother would feel? A wish that she could live that year all over again and have a different outcome? Does she ever have a peaceful night’s sleep?
It drove me to look at my own life. Would I choose to father children knowing that my wife had certain “problems” that she hid until after the, “I Do.” She had a definite dislike for kids. I knew that she would not be a good mom, and I felt ill equipped to raise a child with my job, being gone for days at a time, literally living in a city ambulance on 24 hour shifts. It was like a daily train wreck with no room for children. When I got home from work, all I could think of was sleeping, without a responsibility in the world.
So I decided to forego kids, grandkids, all that, and talked to my doctor about it. It was irreversible and he did his best to talk me out of it, but my mind was made up and my wife agreed it was the right choice for us. Our marriage lasted 17 years before her illness got the better of her and she left. Just gone, poof! Just like that, the “discard,” and I was glad that there were no children to worry about. In any event, our daughter would have been named Sarah Maria and she was never conceived. That still causes me some grief and no small amount of guilt. We make our choices and live with them.
But once the creation is made, you owe it to that child being formed inside to think less about yourself and transfer those feelings to one more helpless and dependent on you. Now you know that whoopie is more than just a few minutes of pleasure. It can easily turn into a life-changing decision, and you better be ready for it. The decision to end a life is something that is so foreign to me that it borders on the unthinkable, unless the mother’s life is in danger due to pregnancy, and that is a very rare occurrence, statistically negligible, given advances in pre-natal emergency medicine.
So, now we have the 117th Congress’ bill entitled, as passed by the House, “The Women’s Health Protection Act of 2021,” now known in the Senate as Senate Bill S. 1975-to be voted on and approved by the U.S. Senate, then sent to the president for his signature and made law. This bill provides for abortion services to be offered to women without an in-person exam, it can literally be approved over the phone via telemedicine. And what of the many who will never grow to become women due to this proposed law?
Regardless of any belief that abortion is the killing of an innocent, how can a bill be named “The Women’s Health Protection Act,” when the proposed law specifically states that, “Governments may not require a provider to comply with credentialing or other conditions that do not apply to providers whose services are medically comparable to abortions.” What?! This is a surgical specialty with grave implications for the mother’s health if the procedure is botched! We’re codifying the equivalent of the back-alley abortion, and all its complications, by including this proviso in the act.
Surgeons routinely have to comply with credentialing requirements to show competence in specialties like cosmetic plastic surgery, but not abortions. It’s akin to saying, “you are a surgeon qualified to excise an ingrown pubic hair, so you can also perform abortions.”
I truly believe that this bill commits fraud on women by making sure they don’t get both sides of the story to make a medically and ethically informed decision about their, and their child’s, lives. It is a law that’s promoted to assure as many babies as possible are killed. And what of the mother, is she consigned to think in the middle of some future sleepless night, “what could’ve been?” And to what purpose are these innocents killed? So some animal from a privileged family, hoping to rule the world, can savor the thought that he has the power to compel women to kill their young? If he wants so badly to reduce the human population, let him start with himself. Do it, “abort” yourself and eliminate one more “useless feeder” from the world.
The proposed abortion law also states that providers cannot, “provide medically inaccurate information” to the patient. Who decides exactly what is “inaccurate information?” You need look no farther than the recent governmental edicts regarding providing “false information” about Covid-19, Delta Variant, Omicron or whatever. Truth is decided by politicians and fact checkers, oftentimes on a spurious whim or nod to political correctness rather than biological science.
I read an article last week about a surgeon who decided to stop doing abortions because he was mechanically going about his workday, sorting body parts after the abortion, making sure he “got everything” accounted for out of the mother. He was talking about body parts of a baby, realizing he was killing without remorse until it was all there in front of him, lying in a tray. Nothing left inside mom to cause post surgical complications, but still there, pieces of a life snuffed by his hand. I wouldn’t wish that guilt on anyone.
As to abortions being needed due to the mother’s health, which includes familial concerns, psychological and emotional health of the mother, and mother’s age (according to the Supreme Court’s Doe v.s. Bolton ruling) there is very little need to worry. In testimony to Congress on May 17, 2012, Dr. Anthony Levatino, OBGYN, testified that he managed 1,200 abortions and pregnancy terminations presenting to the E.R. at Albany Hospital. Of those 1,200 pregnancy terminations, every baby lived, often by Cesarean section. He stated to Congress, “In all those cases, the number of unborn children that I had to deliberately kill was zero.” In other words, mom was stabilized successfully by emergency intervention, and the baby was delivered, with both mother and child surviving.
Write your senators and tell them what you think about the travesty of legalized killing. In the state of Washington, it will likely fall on the deaf ears of our senators who believe the bullshit they spew, but it couldn’t hurt to flood them with e-mails, anyway. I know it will take more than a pile of e-mails to sway those who don’t even consider the rights of the unborn. The babies near birth or already born in many states, have no voice in the matter and certainly can’t send e-mails on their own behalf. In most states, it’s also legal to abort at birth if the baby has physical abnormalities or the mother’s “emotional health” might be affected. What are we talking about here? We’re talking about a doctor taking a pair of scissors to a newborn infant or letting her die from neglect and forced failure to thrive-I don’t know about you, but to me that’s cold, calculated murder.
And every day there are new outrages to deal with. If I was a pastor preaching in Houston, Texas and this was a sermon, it would be subpoenaed by the mayor and city attorney, and combed for anything that could be construed as hate speech. In Houston, targeted Christian pastors were required to surrender all sermons, “prepared by, delivered by, revised by, or approved by you or in your possession.” Interestingly, Houston’s mayor, being gay herself, was using the hate speech ordinance to stifle any criticism of her.
And what becomes of the words on this page? The fact checkers would certainly call it hate speech. “Fair game,” as in the hunter killing the hunted. Christianity and faith in the crosshairs. Eventually we will all be Fair Game. Then each of us will know and feel what it’s like to be aborted by society.