I visited the attic where Anne Frank and her family hid during Word War II, stood at the base of the Tower of Tears where Henry Hudson embarked on his historic journey, and took a boat tour of the lovely canals that make up the city of Amsterdam. I also visited the Red Light district. I saw the remnants of broken needles scattered, and witnessed prostitutes and junkies waiting for their respective fixes. It was a depressing, dirty setting. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
People see what they want to see.
In the confines of intensive care units and abortion clinics, where human beings are being disposed of in horrifying fashion, there is no way for the rest of us to see, or judge. All we have are second hand news reports and representatives whose challenges to unrestricted euthanasia and abortion are ineffective. Those of us with consciences are appalled, but helpless, for our lobby has limited power. So we sit idly by and watch. Thirty years ago, abortion was liberalized in a few states, followed by the Supreme Court decision mandating abortion.