The irony for me when these people try to make emotional appeals based on gruesome images of aborted fetuses is that I’m just as likely to get queasy watching fake surgery on an episode of House or the miracle of birth videos, so I’m just left appreciating the fact that there are medical personnel who have more of a stomach for dealing with that kind of stuff than me. That’s probably not the effect they were looking for.
And yes, if you’re in a post-apocalyptic bomb shelter hiding from cannibalistic marauders with me, I will let you bleed out rather than make myself throw up trying to perform impromptu surgery on you. Sorry.
