Here’s what I wish for those lying justices of the U.S. Supreme Court, who got their jobs by telling the U.S. Congress and all of America they respected the existing law on abortion but have now declared pregnant women to be under government control:
I wish them a taste of their own medicine.
When these mean and clueless justices voted last week, 5 to 4, to overturn Roe v. Wade, they declared the high court utterly detached from life as it’s actually lived in American homes.
As the New York Times reported, one in five pregnancies ends in abortion in the United States. And one American woman in four will terminate a pregnancy during their lifetimes.
I hope at least one of these women is related to a Supreme Court justice, now that abortion will be seen as high crime.
I hope one of these exalted justices’ loved ones — maybe a desperate daughter, maybe a terrified granddaughter — gets unexpectedly pregnant.
I hope she wants desperately not to have the baby, and never mind the reason, because reason has now disappeared from all public life in today’s America.
And I hope one of these young ladies desperately seeks an abortion, and the clock is ticking, and now she can’t find someplace in America to do it legally.
And that’s not all.
I hope one of these young Supreme Court offspring is reduced to finding some back-alley abortionist, the way America did it in the bad old days half a century ago, before Roe v. Wade became the law of the land, and I hope the abortion is botched so badly that …
No, I won’t go that far.
But the mean and clueless Supreme Court has.
It’s the potential fate these six justices have now wished upon millions of American women who may not have any other choice in such matters.
They’ll have to keep the fetus, no matter the burden it places on their lives, or they can turn to some shadowy place where a criminal abortionist with shaking hands rushes to finish the job in case the cops are headed through the front door, and good luck to everyone trying to survive that process.
These justices can couch their action in all the legalisms they want, and it won’t mean a thing to women who do not want a child for whatever reason.
This argument has been couched in such misleading language for so long. “Pro-life,” the anti-choice crowd has called themselves. Whose “life”? The life of the unborn, or the life of the already born?
And those said to be “favoring” abortion? Nobody “favors” abortion. It’s an act of desperation, nothing less, and now these six justices have tacked on this new desperation, in their mean and clueless way.
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