Karloff and Lugosi–how come you guys never thought of this?
Did we wake up in a horror movie?
A Norwegian scientist is pushing a plan to use brain-dead women as pregnancy surrogates for “childless couples”… including pairs of sodomites (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-11705261/Should-brain-dead-women-kept-alive-used-SURROGATES.html).
Yowsah, yowsah! “Whole body gestational donation.” I’m sure that euphemism makes us all feel a lot better about it.
See, this here pregnancy–well, boy howdy, pregnancy is “more deadly than measles”! Measles, man! Better let somebody do it who’s already practically dead.
Currently, no country allows “whole body gestational donation” involving brain-dead patients. Quick! Somebody set up a booth where we can bet on which country will take the plunge first.
Ms. Norwegian Scientist, whose name I choose not to use., admits this caper might provoke feminists; but we can get around that, she says, once we figure out how to use the bodies of brain-dead men as pregnancy surrogates. And then what? Brain-dead horses so someone can “identify” as a centaur?
I don’t think most of the brain-dead individuals involved in this have stopped walking and babbling.
Oh… and what do they do with the “donor” once she’s had the baby? Somehow nobody asked that.
The absolute denial of all that is sacred seems to be the hallmark of our day.
Wait, wasn’t one of the outcries of the pro-aborts the argument that “forcing” a woman to bring a pregnancy to term against her will is the equivalent of surgically connecting her life system to that of a critically ill famous violinist (or scientist or whatever) for nine months to keep him alive? So why is okay to do hook up her life system to someone else’s baby against her will? It obviously can’t be with her consent, because if she were conscious enough to give consent, she couldn’t be declared brain dead. (Well, given today’s “medical” proclivity to change all the definitions, maybe she could.)
The only comfort we can have these days (mind you, I’m half-joking here) is the knowledge that Satan can’t be enjoying the success of his strategies because there’s no enjoyment in Hell. That’s pretty cold comfort, though. (And don’t say no it isn’t because Hell is hot. Haven’t you heard about the ninth circle of Hell, which is made of ice?)
Many inmates have been added to that ninth circle (or is it the Ninth Circuit?) since Dante saw it.