I’d give a lot to have written this, but the author did a better job than I would have. Please read it, and pass it on via Twitter, Facebook and so forth if you agree. If you don’t agree — at least please think about it a little. Thanks.
Helen Philpot is no doddering granma. She knows what she thinks, and most of what she thinks is right on. The Komen Kaper has her a bit miffed. Read the excerpt, then go to the site. And bookmark it. You can’t get well-considered opinions from someone who’s lived as long as Helen just anywhere. I mean it. Really.
Planned Parenthood provides healthcare – pap smears, breast and pelvic exams, colposcopies, treatment for sexually transmitted diseases, and birth control for both women and men – most without access to any other health care services. About 97% of their services are for this basic healthcare. If you want to talk about abortion services then you should at least know the truth. Providing that service for women who are faced with that daunting decision accounts for less than 3% of what Planned Parenthood does nationally. Less than three percent. They also provide prenatal care, vasectomies and adoption referrals. One Planned Parenthood clinic does more in a day to prevent abortions than the entire Pro-Life movement does in a year. [Emphasis mine] We might not agree on abortion, but we should at least be able to agree that they should be safe, legal and rare.
With global population expected to surpass 7 billion people this year, the staggering impact on an overtaxed planet is becoming more and more evident. A two-pronged response is imperative: empower women to make their own decisions on childbearing and rein in our excessive consumption of resources.
This is a good article, well-considered and -presented. Unfortunately, most of the people who need to heed probably don’t read publications from Yale.
So what if the world’s overpopulated, half of its citizens don’t get enough to eat, and the sea level’s rising? Let’s just go out and have another half dozen kids for the greater honor and glory of our local deity. (Pardon me if I seem bitter. My granddaughter’s got to live in the pile of shit we’re leaving behind, and it’s mostly due to people who put myth ahead of common sense.)