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Almost every time I turn on the news, there seems to be a lot of attention being placed on abortions. I mean, don’t get me wrong, abortion has always been a hot topic for a lot of people. Lately, however, even more emphasis is being placed on the “life” of unborn babies.

Folks seem to be picketing and marching more and more as well as petitioning Congress to establish rights for the unborn child at a rate that is truly staggering. They rally around the ideas that “life begins at conception” and “all life is precious.” On some level, I respect that. But…I have a slight issue with them as well.

You see, while all of the hoopla is unfolding, I can’t help wondering about the lives of “born” babies. You know, the ones born every day without further ado?

It seems that once the child is actually born, the picketers and marchers lose interest in them! Once out of the womb, these same babies can starve, receive minimal to no education, be jailed, murdered, abandoned and forgotten and no one will bat an eye.

In fact, it seems as though anyone that makes a fuss over those poor, unfortunate, post birth fetuses, they are labeled as apologists, troublemakers or bleeding hearts. And heaven help them if they begin marching or protesting again. Then, they become rioters, looters and “those crazy people you see on TV.” Why is that? Why is it so noble to protest for someone to be here but ignoble to protest for them to be respected once they are? And why does that make sense to so many people?

Why are people accepting of bringing children into a world that will only treat them as second-class citizens once they arrive? Why are so many people ok with the existence of a society that forces these former babies into low level, dangerous or violent work if they want to make a living?

Oops. I think I just stumbled on something there.

For all the arguments about Pro-life, Pro-choice, Pro-golfer, maybe the truth is that life isn’t precious so much as it is valuable. There’s money in it. Where else but the underclass can you hope to find suitable servants willing to work for peanuts? Where else will you find workers to complete the myriad of menial tasks that keep people from having to fend for themselves (e.g. cleanup and outdoor work)? Where else would you find soldiers willing to throw themselves in danger for the promise of a loan and a scholarship while failing to notice the constant stream of complaints from former soldiers towards the VA, and all the people asking for donations to help the wounded veterans that the government forgot?

Yes. With all the minimum wage positions that need to be filled, I can see why life is precious. But, make no mistake, some lives are more precious than others. Why is that? Can anybody hear me?

*This is a collaborative piece.