Just read via Twitter that today is Wendy Davis’ birthday (5-16-1963) and I wanted to take her a moment to wish her a very, very happy birthday surrounded by the love and gratitude of friends, family, and other supporters. May she wrap herself in the laughter, tears of joy, the special feeling from warm hugs and kisses of those she most cares about.
These are all things Ms. Davis can do because, thankfully, her mother chose life.
Ms. Davis, too, chose life so her children – who no doubt will be close by helping celebrate her birthday – could have the same opportunities she did.
In fact, everyone who attends the various party gatherings for the TX state senator in the coming days has also enjoyed the benefit of their respective mothers choosing life.
At Senator Davis’ glitzy out of state fundraisers, everyone in attendance who forks over the maximum amount in between sips of champagne and spoonfuls of caviar is there because their mothers chose life.
The make-up artists, fashion advisers, photographers and various media staff who pamper, prepare her, and interview her for glowing puff pieces – all of their mothers chose life.
When Ms. Davis holds on to a baby or young child for a political photo op that would benefit her campaign, it probably doesn’t cross her mind that the families of those children would probably have not considered abortion in a million years for their unborn – now born – babies/children.
Everything Wendy Davis does, all that those with who she comes in contact do – all of of their opportunities were presented to them and they are where they are today because their mothers chose to give birth to them, didn’t view them in any trimester as a “blob of tissue”, a “parasite”, or a “choice” – regardless of whether they were “pro-choice” at the time (and perhaps still are).
Ronald Reagan once famously said, “I’ve noticed that everyone who is for abortion has already been born.” Do abortion proponents like Wendy Davis really not grasp the irony of their collective position on the issue? These people are supposed to be our “intellectual betters”, wayyyy above us on the “smarts” scale – yet simple science on conception eludes them.
May Ms. Davis bask in the glory of this special day in her life – the anniversary of the day she was born into the world. The day she took her first breaths independent of her mother. The day she first smelled the fresh air spring brings. The day she first felt warm blankets and the soft skin of her mother holding her tiny body. The day her opportunities began. The kind of day 50,000,000 aborted unborn children in America since 1973 never got a chance to have, because of callous, pretentious pro-abortion advocates like Wendy Davis.