Planned Parenthood is not selling organs.
Fetuses don’t have organs that are worthwhile to anyone. Most organs are developing throughout all 40 weeks. Most abortions (89% in 2010) happen in the 1st trimester/12 weeks. (For amount comparison: A fetus is 3 inches long and 1oz in weight at the end of the first trimester.)
Fetuses do have fetal tissue, which can be used to make stem cells.
Stem cells are used to find cures and treatments for various diseases (like diabetes and Parkinson’s) and injuries (like crushed spinal cords.)
Fetal tissue has already been used to make many of our vaccines.
Planned Parenthood performs abortions and - if the patient permits it - donates the fetal tissue to organizations who wish to use it.
This includes people who need abortions for health reasons.
There are people who have lost their wanted pregnancies due to disease and conditions.
They may choose to donate fetal tissue to help others from suffering through the same heartache.
As noted above, fetal stem cells do a lot of good. Even if the person chooses a “therapeutic” abortion, they may donate the fetal tissue to help people with diseases, conditions, and injuries that may benefit from research.
Planned Parenthood is charging for storage, handling, and transportation of the specimen.
At $30 to $100, that’s a pretty minimal cost and reasonable.
Also, it’s perfectly legal.
Seriously, research that needs/uses fetal tissue may help hundreds, maybe thousands, of people.
Fetal tissue may be the key to treating and curing diseases,conditions, and injuries that affect thousands and their families.
Abortion is going to happen, anyway. Fetuses are going to die, anyway. Their tissue can help people.
“They didn’t build this shit with fat people in mind” she sighed as she wriggled her way out of the just slightly too tight space behind the register.
“But you’re not fat, don’t say that,” he responded.
Tell that to the hips that got caught in a turnstile yesterday and everyday that she forgets...
I don't shop at Wal-Mart at all, and I don't shop on "Black Friday"--I'm just not into consumerism and corporatization. I encourage everyone to enjoy a day off work (if you get one) and spend time (on your family, your friends, or yourself) instead of money this Thanksgiving weekend.
I NEVER shop here anyway, but still, you shouldn’t either…
It was a movie about American bombers in World War II and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this: American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation. The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers , and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans though and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new. When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again. The American fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby.
Kurt Vonnegut -- Slaughterhouse Five
[threepanelsoul]
This isn’t right. It’s time to raise the wage.
I wish more foods were named in the same vein as “I Can’t Believe Its Not Butter!”
Minimum-wage jobs are physically demanding, have unpredictable schedules, and pay so meagerly that workers can't save up enough to move on.