I always read the opinion pieces in our local newspaper. They're sometimes fairly entertaining and every once in awhile I come across a gem like this:
I really love chicken. Fried, roasted, in strips or whole pieces, it's always been one of my favorite foods. I can't say the same thing about eggs, though. If I have to, I can choke down one that's scrambled, but I need to be near starvation without anything else available. Clearly, though an egg may develop into a chicken, there's a considerable difference.
I'm sure no one really cares about my food choices, but I'm reminded of this every time I see yet another lame letter from someone who can't tell a fetus from a baby. I wonder if these guys -- and it's usually a guy, since the abortion debate has always been about guys controlling women -- go to the grocery store with eggs on their lists and come home with chickens, and tell their wives, "But honey, it's the same thing!"
No wonder the wives think they are cracked.
I just had to laugh.
I forwarded it to Mike and he replied saying that some staunch pro-lifers probably won't like their stand being likened to food. heh. I doubt it, but come on, it's witty and funny! Love it!