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Witch Hunting

The TX abortion law that was recently passed is the modern day witch-hunting. Some people feel so strongly about the issue that they would enlist the entire populace to track down women who choose to abort so they may be punished by denial of service. This is no different that labeling a woman a witch to procure a license to burn her on a stake. The idea that such a regressive law could be passed in this day and age is unfathomable and abhorrent. When such law is juxtaposed against the freedom to go unvaccinated and unmasked in the depths of a pandemic, it is complete insanity. The vigilante culture TX will promote is aggressive:

According to the law, private citizens can sue the physician who performed an abortion after the sixth week, as well as anyone who helped facilitate it, from counselors to anyone providing financial support for the procedure to someone who simply drove the woman to the clinic with the knowledge that she was getting an abortion.

The complainant can receive up to $10,000 in damage compensation if the accused is found guilty, on top of any legal fees, even if they don’t have any connection with the woman who received the abortion. Depending on the verdict, the court could enforce the collection of the debt, which could include seizing property if the person found guilty doesn’t have sufficient available funds to pay.

This means that, as of today, every Texan has a financial incentive to track down almost any abortion, since at least two-thirds of all abortions occur after the sixth week.

Imagine a situation where the woman is the victim of rape or incest and in desperate need of mental health support to cope with the twin tragedies of her assault and her inability to make the choice to abort. The person who counsels her in this context or even facilities the process is liable to have their assets seized for their crime. This is bizarre, inhumane and only makes us the object of pity and derision around the world. It's good to see some action to put an end to this madness. This is one of those times when news headlines and satire become one.

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