“Give him a nickel, sweetheart. After all, you made a couple of million on the war.”
A. Redfield was New Yorker cartoonist Syd Hoff’s pseudonym for work published in The Daily Worker and New Masses in the 1930s. Check out more cartoons here.
War profiteers should be boiled alive. I have absolutely no compassion for them.
Bors is consistently an awful cartoonist who trafficks in ‘my opponents are dumb and so goddamned crazy’. But this is a good cartoon; James Reasonably Suspicious is a great joke. Nice work cartoonist guy.
(image via fucknoliberals)
“I was almost 26 weeks. I showed up for my ultrasound by myself. I was scanned for almost 2 hours. This is when my life forever changed. The scan showed that her little brain was severely calcified, parts were not symmetrical and there was fluid. The doctor took me into a room to talk to me. I told her “please just tell me the truth I need to know.” The Doctor said that she had no idea what this meant but that she felt something was terribly wrong. Within two weeks her brain had gone from “normal” to massive problems. I was sent up to Genetics. The counselor told me that the genetic doctor wanted to talk to me. I requested that they wait until my husband got there. The conversation with this doctor was the same, she felt that something was terribly wrong, but they had no idea what it was. “This looks like the tip of the iceberg” we were told.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life was to decide to terminate this pregnancy. This all happened on a Wednesday.
Friday we had to go and talk with some perinatologists. They told us that they had never seen this before and that they could not tell us what the outcome would be. We did not even get a percentage of what her life would be like. They told us that she possibly could die in utero, die shortly after birth, or be a vegetable. They told us that we could wait another two weeks and have another scan and possibly an MRI. How could I go on another day? It killed me to feel her move around inside. This was so awful.
We had another appointment with the doctor that performed the terminations. We were told that with my conditions and the lateness of the pregnancy he did not feel he could give me the care that I required. That’s when we were referred to the Women’s Clinic in Wichita, Kansas.
I was 27 weeks by this point. I was terrified. The moment I met the doctor, all of that ended. He was a wonderful and loving man. I came in on Monday and gave birth to our baby girl on Friday. We were able to hold her after, and say our goodbyes. That doctor will always be in my heart.
This happened two weeks ago and sometimes I feel like this isn’t real. I miss feeling her inside me. I miss singing or talking to her, touching my belly and have her respond. The hardest part now is that I will never get to see her smile or laugh or to watch her grow up A day does not pass that I don’t think of her. I miss her so much.”
(From http://www.aheartbreakingchoice.com/kansaschanged.html)
Actual compassion at 27 weeks. Hard to fit all that into a word bubble, though, isn’t it?
Oh man. I’ve blogged this cartoon before. Sad that this is what anti-choice people think pro-choice women are like.
9gag:
Food Guide to Healthy Eating
only on account of there appears to be tofu in the “meat” section :D
