"Jeanie, Jeanie, full of hopes,
Read a book by Marie Stopes,
But, to judge from her condition,
She must have read the wrong edition"
Ditty of the 1920's, quoted by Norman Davies in 'Europe: A History'.
It is only the most successful deathmongers who are able to sell death once they themselves are dead. In this respect Stopes, a person whose achievements were reduced to a music hall joke even in her own lifetime, may be unique. Quite why an advert for abortion services should be deemed necessary now, when we are constantly told that society is aging and that we need more people, is beyond me. I cannot help but think that the ancient, and very evil, strain of materialist thinking that deems fellow humans to be vermin like rats or pigeons, and thus to be disposed of with all due haste, is still alive and well.
There is an almost necrophiliac strain to abortion enthusiasts which is quite unsettling. They seem to thrive on the love of death, on the presence of death, and that being near death and facilitating death is a drug that they cannot do without. Apart from being disgustingly evil, it's also very weird.