Why am I wasting my breath.
People.
I will not stoop to posting links to gory photos.
I will tell you, that the misnomer "partial birth abortion", which is not a term used by the medical profession but was coined by the Republican anti-choice coalition, refers to a procedure used incredibly rarely, and always in the saddest and most difficult of times.
These fetuses are horrifically deformed; often they will not survive the birth process should they even survive to term, and all they would know is pain.
The bodies often lack anything resembling a recognizable face or skull; often there is no brain, or what there was of it formed outside of the body. Bones and tissue misdirect and swell into grotesque tangles of flesh; no horror movie has the power to swell your throat closed like the terror and sadness you feel at seeing what held such hope and promise gone so terribly wrong.
The mother is anesthetised during such a procedure -- so, by the grace of shared blood and body systems, is the fetus, assuming it even developed with a nervous system.
These women are not the much-maligned, fictitious "convenience abortion" consumers.
A woman undergoing a late-third-trimester abortion wanted that child very much, felt the kicks and bubbles at night and smiled, watched other children on the playground and cried watching diaper and formula commercials. Bought the first little sleeper and marveled at how tiny it seemed, the first little stockinette hat.
She was not ready for what that sonogram would show, she was not ready to walk out of what was supposed to be one of the last exciting visits before the big day feeling hollow and horrified, guilty and defective herself, reliving the three seconds over and over as the sonographer's face turned white and she abruptly turned the screen away and said "Igottagogetthedoctorberightback".....
Now she sits at home, hugging the round belly that the angel-baby has flown from, rocking and rocking in the chair she expected to sing lullabies to her brand new baby with two eyes and one tiny nose and ten fingers and ten toes, and she cries and cries and wonders what she did wrong, was it the half glass of wine she drank before she knew she was pregnant? did she walk in front of the xray machine at the airport with her husband?
the angel-baby is still in her heart, but the pictures the OBGYN showed her today of anencephaly, the condition her fetus developed with, are all that fills her mind now.
You people have no idea what that woman is going through, have no idea who ends up using that procedure, and no idea what it's actually for.
Yet you judge and say murder, murder.
Shame on you.