But think of the children! The poor little murdered babies. If they’re aborted they won’t have the opportunity to grow up in poverty, unwanted and resented, and, in a perfect world, abused. Or perhaps they could grow up with a congenital birth defect or disease. They could grow up knowing the endless joys of slowly destroying their family through stress and resentment, victimized by social stigma, and tortured by a society unwilling to accept the realities of their existence. Or perhaps they could get dumped in the foster system and passed about through a crapshoot of home lives until their 18th birthday where they get a bus ticket, a bottle of Thunderbird, and a kick to the curb. Who could deny a child such wonders?