Many pro-life people cannot separate emotion from rational thought. They just lap this stuff up.
Talking about crime, did you all read it? Crime experts have decided, when you are born you are as pure as can be. Totally honest but really nervous. Nervous? Of course. The baby's were scared silly for 9 months. First trimester: Am I allowed to stay (just in case you were born in the wrong state). The second trimester: will they get married? The third trimester: will they stay together?.
It didn't use to be like that? I do not know how far your memories go back, but for me personally: I had very warm and relaxed memories of my time in the womb. I wouldn't mind being back in there. I always say: we had a great life in there.
We had all the creature comforts: central heating, hot and cold streaming water. I was just floating around there in the amniotic fluid. Had a little tube on my belly for the supply and drainage, great! And we had nothing to do. What were you supposed to do. Waiting until I gained weight. But when I weighed an 2 pounds they kept me waiting until I gained even more, all the way to 6 whole pounds. Still a bit lower than normally but it had a reason, I wasn't in there alone. It was really cosy. Oh man, we had some prenatal shenanigans. Huge fights about "you are in my half of the womb". Than he called me a egghead. Well, that got me so hot under the collar that I squeezed shut his tube, that meant he could not breathe anymore.
And if mom had to vomit, I said to him "hey kid, you are already making mom sick". And if mom came back from a party: all three of us where drunk as a skunk.
But we also had deep and existential discussion. Look we did not know what was going on. If you ever get told about the bird and the bees it is well after your birth. But before that, you are in the dark and nobody is telling you anything.
My brother and me had serious doubts. Is there life after birth? Is there an outtthere life? Oh, we talked about that all of the time.
"Are we going to be in here forever?"
"Now how would I know that. Do you want out? Do you see a door out of here?"
"How did we get in there?"
"I will tell you when we are older young man".
And the day came, ladies and gentlement, it was somewhat of a D-day: debarkation day.
When we, without our prior written consent, an eviction process was started. We were asked friendly but no less insistently were asked to exit the premises. On our birthday of all days. What a bummer.
And then you were out, laying there. For the first time in the open air. Naked as can be. I was so embarrassed. And all of those head leaning over you. One of them even said "It is a boy" and I was thinking, what else where you expecting? An old Geezer?