Planned Obsolescence: The eugenicist origins of our abortion mills

Last week saw a devastating blow for disability rights as the High Court ruled that allowing abortion up to full term for disability is not discriminatory. The legal challenge is headed by Heidi Crowter, a 26 year-old woman with Down’s syndrome. Heidi, supported by Máire Lea-Wilson, as well as her family, her husband and campaign group Don’t Screen... Continue Reading →

Red-pilled by a new Christian? (Sort of)

I don’t know about you, but bar a gin and tonic on a hot day, there are few things more refreshing in life than hearing a good honest take on something few seem to want to talk about.

After two weeks in quarantine following an impromptu Portugal getaway (sorry bank account), I finally escaped prison and grabbed a couple of drinks with a pal of mine. This pal made the decision some months back to give his life to Christ, and even without the Covid craziness, this has been such a highlight this year. 

I’m constantly in awe of how intensely personal and beautifully faithful God is, and for anyone who’s seen someone come to know Jesus for themselves, you know what I mean. You probably also know what I mean when I say that there’s a contagious excitement about being around a person who has grasped the beauty of the gospel for the first time. Reignition for a weary soul.

Sarah’s story and selective social justice

This week has been full of dramatic events (and no, I’m not referring to the pointless mini-dramas of my own life... those tend to be eye-roll worthy, but not blog-worthy).

A poor tourist in a caravan got swept off a cliff in Ireland, Brexit is only six months away (pause to cheer or sob uncontrollably), and Naz Shah, Labour’s shadow minister for equalities, said that pre-natal testing for gender is bad because it allows women to abort baby girls (but it’s apparently still ok to screen for Down’s syndrome).

Phew.

The cognitive dissonance of ‘my body my choice’

Unless you’ve been living under a giant rock, you must have heard the slogan ‘my body, my choice’. Four short and simple words; an ad hominem that's become a sort of war cry for females across the English-speaking world. It’s a giant shield brought out in defence of any argument against abortion; it’s played as a trump card, the ‘beats rock, paper and scissors’ of this moral minefield.

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