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Across the ocean lives my superficially kind, perfidiously manipulative aunt. Before I talk shit, I must note she was a second mother figure for me growing up. My actual mother is not quite a functional human, and my dad came to see me every two weeks. The occasional visits I had from my dad, along with visits to my aunt, were invaluable to me. It helped me grow up less screwed up than I could be. I needed that, so I am eternally grateful. My aunt has also gone out of her way to help me. Most recently this year, she spent quite a bit of effort on a favor I asked, while refusing compensation beyond the costs. Back in 2007, she contributed awesomely at Jana and I's wedding with games * , poetry, and singing † . Overall, in my life, she has been a kind, if subtly calculating presence. She comes across as the nicest person. Practically a saint. That makes it disconcerting when you realize she finagles her way to be everyone's friend – only to smugly judge and diss them when the

Related to previous post: Life continues, not begins, at conception Through further arguments with forced-birth fundamentalists – those who call themselves "pro-life" – I've come to some interesting conclusions. They don't care about suffering! The fact that their policies lead to suffering is irrelevant to them. They care about minimizing gray areas . What fundamentally bothers them is how, if the rights of a person are granted at any other time than conception, the stage where these rights are granted is a judgment call. It bothers them there's no one-size answer that fits all. The ultimate purpose of forced-birth activism is not to reduce suffering, or to maximize the number of people, or to increase happiness. It's a cover-your-ass, bureaucratic type of ethics that provides deniability . If the rules are clear, we can be sure we didn't break them. The purpose is not to try and do what's most right, but to avoid being wrong at any cost. T