My Political Opinion - It's my body

I've always liked politics.
I find them intriguing, engaging, and exciting.
But I also find them boring, divisive, and just plain stupid the majority of the time.
Because most of the time people are so hell-bent on making you believe their point of view that they don't take the time to realize what they believe could seriously affect someone's life.

When I originally came to Washington, D.C. it was to study politics.
I had BIG plans, people. I was going to be a representative to the Texas State House of Representatives by the time I was 25. I was going to be in the Texas Senate by 30. By 35 I was going to be slanting towards international politics, and by 40 I was going to be an ambassador to Turkey or Greece.... or Aruba (aka Netherlands).

But after a few months of being yelled at in class for beliefs that the creating new nuclear power plants in various parts of the country was killing off other small towns across America due to the fact that places like Beaumont, TX and Lake Charles, LA wouldn't want to abandon their relatively "safe" oil plants in favor of potentially highly unstable nuclear power plants in what is known hurricane country.

With the influx of nuclear power plants elsewhere and the demise of oil as a main form of energy, petrochemical/oil plants would no longer be staffed at the current capacities and thousands of people in those areas would lose jobs, which would force them to other cities and thereby turning small town hurricane country into ghost town hurricane country... So I got tired of pushing for a dependence on oil until safer sources of energy, like solar, water, and wind, could have time to grow and catch on in slow to catch on in those same places.

Needless to say I was blasted repeatedly for my staunch Texan pride, and had to pretty much abandoned my political goals.

But I digress...

Now, most of the time I just ignore politics until something really pisses me off.
And in fact, I made a pact with myself that I would try to keep politics off of my blog, because it would most likely piss off some readers, but I'm in Washington, DC land of the politics, and I'm pissed off ladies and gentlemen.

I'm by no means a feminist. I find the concept of stay at home mom intriguing and potentially desirable if it means I could write on scripts and books and blogs all day.

But I've become aware of an unsettling trend in politics that keeps popping up it's ugly head and is starting to make me really really upset.

Government telling me what I as a woman can and cannot do with my own body - for the purpose of this post we're going to be addressing my opinions on Abortion.

I know half of you stopped reading right there and have already developed an opinion about what I'm going to say, but please stick with me for a second.

I am neither pro life or pro choice.

I am pro stop telling me what the f*ck to do and stop telling me how to live my life.

I am an intelligent, well-bred southern woman, and guess what - it is none of your g-ddamned business to tell me what to do with a baby I may or may not want. I totally accept the fact that yes... if by some divine intervention I get preggers before I'm married and have a little life force inside of me that yes... I made it. It's mine, and it's alive.

You can argue till the cows come home about how it's not alive until this week or that trimester, but guess what...

If I have a tumor growing inside of me... no matter how small or insignificant it might be. That tumor is still a tumor... it's got a blood source pumping blood into it's little mass of clumping cells and it's a tumor whether you want it to be or not.

Just because the baby inside of you is one week old or 8 months old, doesn't make it less of a baby. That's like trying to tell me that a plant isn't a plant even if it only has one root and is barely clinging onto survival. A pebble is still a rock. Whatever way you spin it, in my opinion, it's still a baby and it's alive.

But here's the kicker - much like it's MY CHOICE to cut out a tumor inside of me and have the ugly little mass removed, because it's killing me, or making me look ugly, or ruining my ability to walk/talk/exist, etc...
It's, also, my choice to end the life of that precious little child inside of me too, because it's still technically a part of my body.
MINE. MINE. MINE.

Would I personally go through with an abortion, probably not, because I think adoption is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

But if I made the choice to have unprotected sex and somehow turn up preggers, then it's my own fault, and I alone will have to deal with the consequences of knowing that I created life by being irresponsible and that I ended life by being irresponsible.

Yes. I realize that sometimes horrific things happen where a woman or child winds up pregnant in some unforseen way, but it should not be society telling them... "oh dear, you were raped so you can totally abort that baby."

Yes. I realize that the father might want a say in whether I have the baby or don't, but at the end of the day it's not the single man that has to deal with carrying a life inside of them for 9 months, feeding it, nurturing it, feeling it grow inside of you.

It's me as the single woman who would have to find a way to drive myself to the hospital at 2 a.m. on a Wednesday night by myself. Most guys barely stick around for breakfast, I'm not trusting a one night stand to be there when I need support the most. Life is not like "Knocked Up," aside from the birthing scene, that was actually disgustingly accurate.

In my humble opinion, it should be the pregnant person's choice. It's their body. It's their psyche that has to deal with the aftermath of holding a child they more than likely didn't want in their arms or dealing with the pain of an ending the promise of future life.

It's their psyche, not society's that has to go through therapy and group counseling afterwards.
It's their personal pain of thinking about the subject, time and time again when they see pro choicers or pro lifers telling them what they should want and what they should do.
It's their emotional distress every time they see a baby, thinking maybe mine would have looked like that.

It's not society's.
It's not the churches'
It's not mine.
It's not yours.
It's theirs.

And some of you will read this and be appalled. You'll think how can she say this stuff. How can she think that it's o.k. for a pregnant lady to kill an innocent life form inside of her that hasn't even had the opportunity to know life.

I'm going to be real with you. I don't. Personally - I myself do not think that barring extreme circumstances that abortion is the meet and right thing to do. Sometimes however accidents happen before you're ready. I'm not saying that you should be using this as your "back-up method" because that is messed up.

But who am I to judge how you live your life. I'm no one. The only person whose life I get to judge is mine and trust me, I'm a pretty hard critic.

And it's not anyone else's business to judge how anyone else lives their life.

You are totally within your rights to disapprove of what someone does, but at the end of the day... you need to keep your g-ddamned mouth closed, because it's their life and it's their decision to do whatever they want to do.

It's not your societal obligation to attack people with blood to protest someone who cannot support a child going to have an abortion. It's not your societal obligation to tell other people that they can't use contraception. And it sure as hell is not your societal obligation to tell other people how morally corrupt they are because they're killing God's child. Guess what "judge not lest ye be judged"- you picketing hypocrites!

All I'm saying is that, I am neither pro choice or pro life. And I'm tired of society trying to push me to pick a side.

I am pro individual's rights and letting people make their own decisions based on their individual free will.

Just saying...