When Kamala Harris launched her “Fight for Reproductive Freedoms” tour in Wisconsin last week, she invoked God in a bizarre plea for mothers who supposedly suffer the “unimaginable burden” of traveling to end their unborn children’s lives.
Just ten years ago, such insanity would have sounded like something pulled straight from the dark depths of dystopian fiction. But today, Harris is actually calling for divine intervention for women lacking the funds to catch a bus or book a hotel room en route to an abortion clinic.
Let that grotesque irony sink in.
“We know that the majority of women who have abortions are mothers,” Harris stated, oblivious to the inescapable reality—every single one of them is a mother.
Perhaps this continues to elude the dimwitted liberals who rest the case of their insatiable appetites for the blood of the unborn on the debunked claim that unborn children are just “clumps of cells.” But terminating the life of a child doesn’t strip away that fact—that they are mothers—it merely adds the heavy burden of grief, whether acknowledged or not.
Yet here we are, being asked to muster compassion not for the defenseless lives snuffed out, but for the logistical inconvenience of killing them.
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Harris’s and the Democrats’ interpretation of “compassion” is a sick joke. Instead of advocating for a culture and economy that encourages and supports the family, mother, father, and children, she’s preoccupied with making child sacrifice more convenient.
In her world, affordable childcare and paid leave are suddenly critical—but not because the economy is strong and there’s a good job market. It’s by wealth redistribution, higher taxes for people with a good work ethic, and enacting laws that make abortions easier.
To hell with the right to life, granted by God, and guaranteed by this nation’s Constitution. This movement, so bent on erasing the unborn, suddenly worries about “motherhood” only when it involves removing barriers to ending it.
And why is it everyone else’s responsibility to pay for raising your child? No one else slept around and got you pregnant outside of marriage. That’s a choice you made, and you don’t get to erase the consequences of your choice by terminating your child.
And then, this: “God help her,” Harris intoned as if God Himself would bless policies that enable the slaughter of His innocent image bearers. The arrogance is staggering—there’s a millstone out there somewhere with her name written on it. To summon divine compassion while defending the mass killing of unborn children is not just tone-deaf—it’s spiritually bankrupt.
Harris’s rhetoric may dazzle her base—the feminists and the effeminate—but it can’t mask the truth. Abortion ends life, and every mother seeking one remains a mother.
Her arguments, no matter how cloaked in faux “concern for women,” champion death and desecrate the sanctity of life.