Talking Bout Dégénerations

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Missouri just passed a tough pro-life law. It banned Planned Parenthood from passing out its materials in state classrooms and, more importantly, re-classified abortion clinics as "ambulatory surgical centers" --which means they'll be subject to state health inspections and required to keep good medical records. The aptly named Gov. Blunt said
I say if they can't meet the same basic requirements that other (medical) providers do, then they should shut down.

Most people are shocked to find out that "safe" legal abortion is not subject to even minimum hygiene standards in most states, nor are providers ordinarily required to keep statistics about "botched" abortions, maternal injuries, uterine hemmoraging or the like. Because, you know, it's only women.

Update: Did you know this? Contraceptive failure rates (pill, 8%, condoms 14%) are averages wildly unrelated to teens?
A poor cohabiting teenager using the Pill has a failure rate of 48.4%. You read that correctly: nearly half of poor cohabiting teenagers get pregnant during their first year using the Pill.... At the other extreme, a middle-aged, middle-class married woman has a 3% chance of getting pregnant after a year on the Pill.
Over 70% of poor, cohabiting teenagers using condoms, will be pregnant within a year. By contrast, the middle-aged, middle-class married woman has a 6% chance of pregnancy after a year of condom use.
Puts the MO law in perspective, don't it?

To the post title: The #1 iTunes download in Quebec right now is a folk song entitled Dégénerations, a play on words signifying both the passing of generations and degeneration. I gather. What do I know about French? English subtitles:

Your great-great-grandmother had 14 children
Your great-grandmother had almost as many
And as for your grandmother three were enough for her
And your mother didn't even want you
You were just an accident
And as for you, my girl,
you go from partner to partner
when you make a dumb mistake
you escape it by aborting.
But some mornings you wake up crying
after dreaming at night
of a big table surrounded with children.