Here comes trouble... He repeatedly lifted his feet up over his head and grabbed them with his hands during the ultrasound. He also kept doing what looked like blowing bubbles with his mouth. Maybe he picked up my habit of blowing smoke rings. He also kept bouncing back and forth off the walls of the uterus like he was in that old Atari ping pong game. We're lucky to get these pictures.

We're at about 4 and half months. How many like my son have been dismembered, skulls punctured, brains sucked out, limbs torn one by one, vacuumed like spilled cat litter, and tossed down the drain of our nation's nastiest moral shithole?

I don't mean to be shocking, but we really need some good shocking.

Excuse my language, please, but pretty words don't do the trick to describe the bloody horror of our degradation. Abortion must end.

Well said.