Neither party should have the power to force the other to become a parent. In an ideal world there should be simple legal way for the man to sign away all rights and responsibilities to the child. Since there isn’t, I would vote not guilty for a man charged with forcing an abortion on a woman if he is the other partner in the pregnancy.
OK. So, in my hypothetical, I have two options now. I can force an abortion with what I have in the room (let’s say, kitchen utensils and bare hands), or shoot the woman. Which should I go for as plan A?
- force an abortion.
- kill the woman.
Well killing the woman would make the abortion easier.
Jesus, I need to call a cab and take it out of this thread. Lucky for me I’m OK with riding in one alone with a male cab driver without having my finger on the trigger of a gun in my purse.
Force the abortion obviously. You shouldn’t kill someone unless it’s necessary.
ZPG, I’m curious, how would you characterize the general population of posters on the Dope?
A mélange of various types of people. Most have at least above average education and intelligence, but many are shockingly naïve about anything outside of the very mainstream, lower middle class culture of the United States and too a lesser extent of Canada and Western Europe. A considerable portion of the Dope probably qualifies as the Avant-Garde Roob of Roger Price’s, the Great Roob Revolution (great book, very much predicted the Republican Revolution of the 1980s). The blog entries of www.whatwhitepeoplelike.com and its later books sound very much like I imagine many dopers.
This saddens me.
If most Dopers are of above average education and intelligence, and wealth and education are generally correlated, then how do you figure we are naive about anything but lower middle class U.S. culture?
More to the point, why do you bother to post here?
Got it. Hypothetical me is going to get the kitchen utensils.
Well, hypothetical me tried his best. The woman fought back. Unfortunately, hypothetical me is a couch potato, and the woman, even though she is pregnant, is stronger than me. Also, she had learned the trick about grabbing the man’s genitals and pulling, which distracted hypo-me.
In a state of panic, she then made a run for the door. Before long, she’ll be out on the street, where there are taxis, buses and bystanders ready to help. I won’t get another chance.
Shoot? I have crappy aim, and hitting her in the leg is a risky thing to attempt. Going from everything I’ve learned about gun safety, I’m thinking aim for center mass.
So, shoot?
Did you try using a meat fork or a set of kitchen shears?
Do you have enough wind to chase her down?
Details matter.
But only if you can do it without shaking her hand. And be sure to say “Congratulations!”, when it’s over.
If she wants to put the baby up for adoption to a loving family, I don’t know, I think you have to kill the whole world at that point.
Above average doesn’t mean there are not shocking gaps in education and intelligence. Why do I post here? Why did Cecil create this site? To fight ignorance.
Martian if you can’t figure out details like this by yourself, your DNA is obviously so defective it needs to be removed from the gene pool ASAP.
That’s what he’s trying to do… Can’t you help him?
Let’s assume that my DNA is that defective. My mother was a hamster, and my father smelt of elderberries.
So, I don’t quite understand your post. Hurry up, we’re running out of time here. Shoot? Or something else?
You know I have thought of a third option for your Martian. Let her have the baby, get visitation rights, then leave the baby locked in the car in the middle of summer. Go to organic grocery few hours away. Buy some onions to rub all around your eyes, so that you make a sufficient tearful image for the cameras and all investigators to see. Once finally alone (make sure to double check for cameras) you can do the happy dance and laugh manically.
FTR it takes a fucking LOT for me to be convinced someone is trolling. ZPG is textbook.
And not even those good Whole Food elderberries…those cheap assed Wal Mart ones…
Oh please, you can’t possibly think Martian was being serious with his questions at this point. He deserved a snarky answer.