Earlier this week, Libs of TikTok posted video of a young woman from the Medical College of Wisconsin that should have elicited gasps from the horrified audience.
Chaya Raichik (owner/operator of Libs of TikTok) is, of course, correct in describing this kind of thinking as "demonic." The bloodthirsty obsession with sacrificing children on altars to false gods has always been the stuff of demons. Whether the idol is Molech or it is personal convenience and autonomy, the feverish fascination with killing kids in the hopes it will bring prosperity and good fortune has always been a lie from the pit of Hell.
What strikes me about this particular testimony, however, is just how completely given over to moral depravity these minds have become. Notice, this is not a young woman who is arguing that the child in the womb is merely a blob of non-sentient tissue. This isn't the pop culture "clump of cells" claptrap.
No, this is a medical student. This is a young woman who knows - empirically, scientifically, analytically - that what is conceived in the womb is a living human being. In other words, there is nothing technically or biologically different between a newborn infant just a few days old and the full term fetus just a few days before birth. Yet despite that reality, here she is still openly advocating for a legal right to kill a living human being.
Let's not mistake what that means. She is advocating for a legal right to murder. This is the kind of thing that even radical progressive politicians try to conceal with cowardly word games that never acknowledge the humanity of life in the womb:
It's not that Barack Obama doesn't realize what is conceived in the womb, it's that he doesn't want to admit it because he knows doing so would logically make him an advocate for legalized murder. This young woman doesn't care.
And that's what Americans of conscience have to realize has happened. The overturning of Roe, as appropriate and as necessary as it was, has radicalized and fanaticized the pro-abortion lobby. And in the coming election year, it's only going to get worse. Much worse.
Just yesterday when I was driving in the car, one of my wife's playlists rolled into a Justin Timberlake song. She said to me, "Ever since I read the excerpt from Britney Spears' book about Justin pressuring her into aborting their child, I can never hear him or see him the same way."
I hadn't read the actual account from Spears' perspective, so I went and looked it up. I wish I hadn't. She wanted a family, she wanted a family with Justin. She wanted to keep her baby. But quietly, secretly, Timberlake alone pressured her into a dangerously risky chemical abortion. He chose chemical because it could be "discreet" and self-administered at home. Spears documents laying on the bathroom floor for a day in excruciating pain and utter agony. She laid there as her baby died inside her. And Justin sat on the floor strumming his guitar.
Timberlake walked out the door that day utterly absolved from any responsibility to Spears, his son or daughter, and anyone or anything other than himself. Despite having promised her a family with him when the time was right, Timberlake ended their relationship and began pursuing others. He went on to a successful solo singing career, hosted Saturday Night Live, starred in several cinematic blockbusters, and became an international sensation.
Spears meanwhile has all but gone crazy. Her life continues to disintegrate around her, and she attributes her unwanted abortion with the distinction of having really "messed her up." Of course it did. That's what intentionally killing the very child that is living inside you, learning your voice, forming an innate bond with you, does to a woman.
Meanwhile, the one we can be quite sure wasn't hampered by the whole thing? That would be the superstar boyfriend. Thanks to abortion, he was able to cast aside the mother of his own child, avoid any fiduciary responsibilities, and go on guilt-free to live the life he'd always wanted.
I can only hope that the next time this young college co-ed starts prattling on about how empowering the art of child killing can be, somebody will point her in the direction of Britney Spears' book.