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To My Well-Intended-Wishers

To my well-wishers who want to make decisions for women and their bodies. Who've been indoctrinated and led by the nose and told the opposite of any Supreme Being's intentions. You are off the mark.

Such as this statement I saw posted from a well-intended man, whom I have respect for: "SHOULD A MAN BE FORCED TO MARRY A LADY HE ACCIDENTALLY IMPREGNATED 🙄😯😁🤦"
My response:
What if he is a wife beater?  I know you mean well. But not every women wants every pregnancy that comes from rape, incest and so much more. Also, this statement you've although,  perhaps thought well intended. Not every one who gets pregnant is physically able to carry without life changing complications that could very well shorten her life. No one should make a decision for a woman concerning her body. Too, the under served do NOT always have an easy time with pregnancy. The mortality rate among women of color is much, much higher than that of white women during pregnancy. Too, minorities do NOT have all the best access to prenatal and postnatal care.
What one must understand... that just because someone votes for abortion rights, does Not necessarily mean they agree with all the decisions concerning such.
However, if any of us believe in the free-will of a Supreme Being existing,  then it should be noted that a woman's decision is NOT others to make. But yet, the greatest compassion for anyone is to allow women the choice. That is the most holy thing we can do. The Oligarchs want us fighting over this and many other things. One of the reasons (I had many) I went into the Marines was so others wouldn't have to send their sons. I was willing to sacrifice for  the future, as at the time I knew we had more women/girls in this country than boys/men. And I loved my country. Too I wanted to be the difference for someone else.  The other reasons are deeper. ----Jody-Lynn Reicher 


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