I have no words.

Wait. I just thought of some words. Evil. Horrifying. Inhumane.

Firstly, can we point out that the young woman called it “A baby?” A baby. A human being. But still outside the protection of morality and law? Um. Why exactly?

I usually try to keep things light around here but the truth is that darkness, sin, and evil are always on offense.

We’re supposed to cackle at something like this? Shrug and say it was just a joke? We’re supposed to roll around in the aisles like it’s the edgiest, most liberated comedy routine since the Romans fed Christians to lions for laughs. “Ha ha ha, darling, pass the oat-milk latte, another tiny human bit the dust, but at least it went out to a banger!”

And here’s the rub, the part that makes the whole circus feel like a bad acid trip: why exactly is that baby, that human being, still standing outside the warm, fuzzy embrace of morality and law? Eh? Why? Because some committee in a suit decided viability starts at X weeks? Because “my body, my choice” is the sacred incantation that overrides every ultrasound, every heartbeat monitor, every scientific fact screaming that this isn’t just tissue. Because if we admitted it was a baby from the jump, the whole glittering edifice of modern convenience would crack like cheap foundation?

We live in a world that’ll lock you up for kicking a puppy, that’ll cancel you into oblivion for a misplaced pronoun, but we’ll high-five and “purrrrrr” over the casual dispatch of what the mother herself called her baby. It’s not even the tragedy that gets me, it’s the laughter. The normalization. The way we’ve turned the ending of a life into a punchline so we don’t have to sit with the weight of it. “I killed it on stage… and then you killed it.” Comedy gold, apparently.

And what does that say about us, eh? About a culture that’s so allergic to the sacred, so hooked on autonomy as the ultimate god, that we’ll celebrate the erasure of the most vulnerable among us. Where’s the consistency? Where’s the reverence for life when it’s inconvenient, when it’s small, when it hasn’t yet learned to tweet its own opinions?

I’m not here to thump a Bible or wave a placard. I’m just a guy who’s stared into the abyss enough times to know that once you start joking about killing babies and calling them babies while you do it, the soul starts to wither. You wonder to yourself sometimes what would you have done during the times of the Nazis? You would’ve laughed at the jew jokes. You would’ve shrugged at the sound of gunshots.