David Custis Kimball - blog

Human Affairs, Medicine, Uncommon Sense

I hesitate to bring this up; what do I know?  So modestly, I’ll try to tell you a few things.  This story tells us another thing;  look who you get when you decide to have the 23 week abortion.  Some offshore hack who wants just to gouge you for about $2,000 per hour. And the death mill owner standing by the ready to clean the floors to get another one dead. Not much better than the back alley, eh.  And a lot fewer would go to the back alley.

See the movie ‘Juno’.  She took responsibility.  Unless you are raped, incest (go to police), seriously consider having the child … and breastfeed if  you keep it.  Breast pump and freeze if  you are giving it away… for at least 3 months…(go to the LaLeche League and get them to be the intermediary … tell them E. Robbins Kimball’s son said so, and donate the milk and allow the LaLeche league to recover expenses, etc. from the adopting mother (they would be spending a lot for formula anyway).

So back to the worst case.  You get knocked up from a party, say some idiot puts a placebo drug in the punch, you’re at the beginning of  your cycle, horny and yea, there’s Mad Mike … you met him in high school 3 years ago.  You’re still stupid and he’s overly stupid.  So, as House might counsel you.  That’s probably the best you’re going to do anyway.  And since there are about 5 genetic changes each union, the hybrid vigor might just work out in your baby and therefore your favor.  BREASTFEED (it’s cheap and gets your baby up and going earlier and better).

But oh now, now that some government will pay for it, I’m going to get it sucked out.  That’s stupid … and shame on the government.  Providing sadistic butchers (who else really wants to kill your baby?) is something to be ashamed to support.

Which, by the way, I donated some cash to BornAliveTruth.org who have a real spokesperson who survived a botched abortion, and thanks to a compassionate nurse who saved her.   But that was in a hospital … not in a back alley abortion sweat shop garage. Hey a 4 weeker might only cost $350. 

Having grown up on a farm, 17 miles from Chicago, where my dad, brother and I castrated a one year-old bull (that’s steer to you), and I took the testicles in a jar of alcohol to my 6th grade teacher, Ms. Porter, who put them in the Show’nTell window. She made me Ulyssees too in the class play. Knocked the Cyclops off balance.

Also we owned a ranch in the Ozarks of Arkansas, and I was running 60 mother cows as well as a school for nonconforming children, many exceptional. We had about a week of 20 below Zero weather, and I was missing a cow who was due.  I had bought a bull out of the auction barn, a polled Hereford, long and low and about 9  years old, too old to be kept by the farmer to be reliable.  He was destined for the bullonie factory. (Ah Bologna… Oscar Meyer)  Well it turned out, I named him Rudolfo, that he gave me 100 percent calf crop … no problems. He didn’t waste any energy on opposing the will of the fair sex.  But I digress, so this young heifer, her first calf, and she was missing. We looked all over, and after about 4 days, concluded that a wolf, bobcat or something had gotten her.  

Then I took my Honda Trail90 out one more time… and found her lying down in the woods, about a mile from the ranch house, near the creek. She couldn’t walk, she was too weak.  She had a breached delivery, but only one leg was seen protruding from her.  She was without food or water.. We brought her both, she revived enough that she could stand up.  I don’t remember if we put her on the slide made from the hood of an old chevy or whether we got her to walk back.  I put her in the squeeze shoot, where we performed necessary innoculation, castrations, etc. on the animals.  Then I proceeded to remove the dead calf, piece by piece. Luckily it was still so cold that smell was not an issue, so this being my first obsterical procedure, it went well.  She survived and  would follow me around whenever I came out to the pasture.  We kept her close as she was never strong enough to run with the herd.  But she so appreciated her new life, and nature was kind in that it spared her life and she found a new love… me.

I wasn’t exactly her calf, but a cow I milked would turn her head and lick me with her raspie tongue on my back or shoulder.

So it’s really sad to kill life, there are so many things out there that eagerly  oblige misery, but courage is rewarded in life. Don’t be oblivious to the misfortunes and evils that do kill fetuses, be it nature, drugs, incest, rape.  There, the best medical services and counseling should be provided.

But not for being stupid silly and getting knocked up .. it might just be the best thing you’ve ever done, and if  you breastfeed, eat some decent food, you will make one person the happiest for years … until mid-teenager … and all bets are off.

So, if you have read this far, one more word of advice … marriage.