A PREMATURE CHRISTMAS PRESENT THAT CAN'T BE CHANGED
Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.
It’s so dark in here, but it’s so warm and secure and comfy. I am going to give you, my mum, the best Christmas present ever. I wonder what it’s like out there, I wonder what you will look like mum. Oh, I don’t really care what you look like, I know you will love me because you have cared for me all this time.
I’m so looking forward to resting my head between your warm breasts while I feel your heart beating like I can now. To fill my tummy with your rich milk and feel your soft lips on my forehead... oh, I know things will be great on the outside where I can see and feel stuff.
What the hell is that cold metal thing? Crumbs I’m not quite cooked yet mum. Ouch that hurts, what is happening, why is it pulling at my arm? Make them stop mum! I can’t yell, I need to scream but I can’t breathe yet, so I have to remain silent and under water. It’s so hard.
Golly mum, please stop them doing this! I have a fully functioning nervous system, I can feel excruciating pain, I need to scream, if I can’t scream it will keep happening. Mum, my arm has gone!
Crikey, now this metal thing has my other arm. Mum you’re not struggling at all, make them stop mum... I’m not perfect now and I won’t have any arms soon. Please make it stop! I just wanted to be the perfect baby for you. Have I done something wrong? Don’t you understand that I can’t even cry?
Oh no, now my tummy is being cut! Why? I felt so sure you loved me. Where is my dad, does he have a say? Can't he help me?
I think I’m being killed and it hurts. Was there something wrong with me that I didn’t know about? I thought I was okay, and if there was something wrong with me why didn’t they kill me when I was only six seeks old, why wait until now? Are my parts more saleable at this late term?
The water has turned red mum and I’m feeling dizzy. I won’t be feeling your warm body now, all I can feel is my heart still beating loud. I’m in pieces mum and it’s getting light, I can just make out faces I don’t know, but I still can’t cry, I can’t breathe.
Everything is going black now. If only you could have explained why you didn’t want me, I think someone would have wanted me, I know, I think... oh well, did you have a name for me, did I have a big sister or a big brother? What were their names? Did you buy baby clothes for me? Who did I look like? I suppose it doesn’t matter now....
If there was something wrong with me, I am so sorry mum, I felt really perfect... but... oh well... there’s no pain now, but it does feel strange saying goodbye when I didn’t even meet anyone.
Goodbye anyway mum, at least you have a black and white photo of my scan when I was complete and happy, and ... I suppose this is Planned Parenthood, sigh, oh dear....
JUST GO CLINTON AND GILLARD!...and take your stinking late-term abortion clinics with you!
(please excuse the one graphic pic)