should abortion be illegal? argumentative writing by me on a very delicate and contemporary issue

Abortion is the ending of pregnancy before birth and is considered to many people wrong. An abortion results in the death of an embryo or a fetus. Abortion destroys the lives of helpless, innocent human beings and is illegal in many countries. By aborting these unborn infants, humans are hurting themselves; they are not allowing themselves to meet these new identities and unique personalities. Abortion is very simply wrong. Everyone is raised knowing the difference between right and wrong. Murder is wrong so why isn’t abortion? People argue that it is not murder since the fetus being destroyed is living, breathing and moving. Why is it that if an infant is destroyed a month before the birth, there is no problem, but if killed a month after birth, this is inhumane murder?

            The main purpose abortions are immoral is how they are so viciously done. Everyday, innocent, harmless fetuses that could soon be laughing children are being brutally destroyed. One form of abortion is to cut the fetus into pieces with serrated forceps before being removed, piece-by-piece from the uterus by suction with a vacuum aspirator. Another form consists of bringing the fetus feet first into the birth canal, puncturing its skull with a sharp instrument and sucking out the brain tissue. The body parts, such as the head, are given letters, rather that refer to the parts as what they are. In my opinion this is for the doctors who cannot face the reality of what they are doing. The remains of the fetus or embryo, as the case may be, are put into everyday, plastic buckets and then sent to a dumpster where these precious bones and limbs are disposed. However, how and when an abortion takes place are matters of little importance to pro-abortionists and other defenders. Even former abortion practitioner from varying backgrounds and religions has a new view on abortion. These changes of heart were caused by psychological, religious and scientific reasons. One doctor, Dr. Bernard Nathanson, performed 60,000 abortions and supervised 10,000, before scientific evidence and he was promoting and participating what he now calls “the most atrocious holocaust in the history of the United States”. Other doctors refuse to perform legal abortions, saying they should save lives rather than destroy them.

            Others have different opinions. Abortion clinics are not a “butcher’s place” where young babies are murdered. They provide a choice for women whether or not to bring a child into this world. What is worse: taking away the life of an unborn child that is not even aware of life itself yet, or a mother bringing an unwanted child into this world, knowing that she will not be able to take care of it, and that her child will have to suffer from the poor circumstances in which she lives. As of now the woman has the ability to make that choice and save the child from poor, possibly abusive or hate filled environment. Personally I feel that living in a circumstance such as abuse is worse than the abortion of the fetus. Rape victims should also be able to have an abortion because they know that if they were to keep the child, they would cringe when she thought about whom contributed to the other half of the child. The offspring will be a painful reminder to the rape victim. She did not choose to take the responsibility of a child and therefore should not have to pay consequences. A woman who cannot love her child has no right to have a baby in the first place.

One option for women who are not able to take care of their baby adoption. Yet she will have to carry the baby for nine months and then give it up. Not all women are able to do this physically or psychologically. After the pregnancy she will have to hope that their baby will find a good solution to unwanted pregnancies.

thoughts on DNA technology - why an ethical code of conduct is necessary!

I will discuss very contemporary arguments, such as DNA technology and baby designing. With the science knowledge progressing and becoming almost ‘scary’, there obviously have been problems on the ethical side, especially in cases that concern human beings, but not only. In this case especially, people affected are children. Obviously not only, because there are many points of view. I will talk about cloning, that in fact could be applied either on humans and on animals; humans, such as great athletes, soldiers, very good looking people, or especially intelligent ones. Animals like ways too. DNA technology, first of all; what is it? DNA is something every living thing has inside their bodies, inside their chromosomes. This determines how you are characterally, which family you come from, what you look like and many other things that differ you from others. For example: sisters, brothers, mother and father with son and daughter will have quite the same DNA,

especially twins. Everyone therefore has  his or her own DNA, plants too, what if we started mixing DNA, copying it: cloning living things? It is a very delicate argument as it has pro’s and against, which I am going to discuss. In a few years science would be now able to have quite what we think complicate exchanges with DNA; they could determine what a baby is going to look like, superficially or rather a more important issue is they could clone organs, blood cells, that are sane and give them to people with serious diseases to prevent death, therefore no more transplants would be necessary and much more less people would die from these diseases. Which means that in a way it would be good but not in an other. In conclusion I think it should be approved if needed to cure diseases or any sort of deformation in embryos or people anyway and should not if only used for ‘superficial’, I think, reasons as baby designing. Because it should be used with careful attention, DNA is obviously not a joke and should be treated seriously.

never fall asleep - creative writing horror story

‘ Never fall asleep…’

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long the narrow street leading away from the village, dusk was eating away light, anywhere it could find some, as a predator would search its prey until its hunger would be satisfied. All the surroundings were now vanishing, together with the cobblestones of that narrow street, which was now an essential witness, or actually had unexpectedly and unconsciously become one.

The same way that Rupert had unexpectedly fallen into Fate’s hands, becoming an essential pawn for its story. The young man kept walking along the narrow street, beside a couple of trees and rocks which seemed to have been placed there since forever, forever really. Every now and then he kicked a stone in anger, he was alone, the only person he had ever managed to love, or the closest to love he’d ever felt, was gone now and once again forever. Loneliness was not however a feeling that disturbed Rupert or either caused him to feel out of place with the world. He already knew he was and probably had been condemned to be out of place since the second he was given life.

The cobblestones were misplaced, they did not fit with the soil beneath them; very much as Rupert did in society. Through these cobblestones he found a way or another to release his anger, until kicking one too hard he finally tripped, falling on the floor and burning his arm, rubbing it against the hard and unstable rocks. The road, with the misplaced cobblestones surprisingly enough, wasn’t beneath Rupert, not anymore. What he had landed on, was in fact far more soft and warm than stones.

He felt the earth beneath him with his hands, it didn’t feel like earth at all, he felt the sour taste of rotten between his lips and together with that disgraceful flavour he felt the bittersweet taste of blood, which was humidifying his dry, arid lips. He forced his arm to his mouth to feel where the cut, and where blood was dripping from. His arm ached in pain, only to find that there was no such cut. Shock overcame all his thoughts.

Rupe’s arm was covered in blood. The shocked boy jumped to his feet immediately, forgetting about all the aches in his body, the thumping beat of his heart was the loudest sound in kilometres. Finally, he found the craziness to look beneath his knees, and saw that under him was fresh flesh, as well as loads of rotten lumps of it all around that. Not animal flesh…nothing similar to it…Rupert astonished couldn’t twitch a muscle, he had found himself in a cemetery, or more like a dump of bodies, newly killed bodies.

Rupert ran as fast as his rachitic and starving legs would push him, away, he didn’t no where to , he didn’t care, all he needed was to run away, nowhere near to that terrible nightmare. He saw a house and by instinct went into it, going so hard at the door, he didn’t even notice it was already opened, and neither noticing that it was the only house for miles… suspiciously. Rupert was now desperation made into man. He found his way into the house, through it and started screaming in exasperation, exhaustion and fear. Anger overcame all these feelings and tears of rage shot down his cheeks, his eyes’ orbits as red as the blood covering the whole expression on his face.

Suddenly, as a gunshot through the brain, he felt a sharp, but gentle tickle down his spine… “Let your Mama rock you…let your Mama make you sleep’’, and he felt a cut through his spine, definite and precise, as a surgeon’s would have been. The phrase just whispered and clearly syllabled by the unknown man behind his back persisted in Rupert’s mind, an unstoppable echo through his brain…a whisper which grew louder and louder. Rupert was reaching madness. ‘No, No, she’s dead, she’s dead’’ he shouted.

An arm grabbed Rupe and a knife in the back stunned his whole body. The hand over his mouth stopped him from shouting, and blood dripping in his mouth stopped him from breathing and made him choke to sleep…

Rupert awoke only to feel the words: ‘ Let your Mama rock you, Let your Mama make you sleep’ , and to that he closed his eyes and lied for the first and last time, and forever in his mother’s arms, flesh against flesh, some blood running between them, and all around in that dump of freshly killed bodies of permanently sleeping mothers and sons, they fell asleep together…they fell asleep forever.

This story is a true story, it is not a lullaby, so do not ever forget to think about Rupert and all the others…before ‘your Mama rocks you…before your Mama makes you sleep’.