Moonbats don’t accept abortion as some sort of necessary evil. They celebrate it. To them, sacrificing innocent life to decadence, degeneracy, feminism, and liberalism in general is a sort of blasphemous sacrament. The millions of babies killed, if they are acknowledged at all, are dismissed with derision:

“No uterus, no opinion.” If we are going to think in bumper sticker slogans, how about this one: “No soul, no opinion.”

On a tip from Jester.