Most Americans, having that divine spark within them, get a little queasy when defending the right to abort a baby. As a general rule, much of the fighting has been about protecting our right to not think about it. If you stop and reflect, you'll notice that we go through a great amount of turmoil to make sure nobody has to learn more about abortions than they want to. If I go to the doctor and ask for a hangnail to be removed, I have to jump through so many loops it isn't funny. When I had surgery about ten years ago, I had to fill out more paperwork than I did when I bought my house. And forget insurance. If it isn't proven to be based on medical necessity, it ain't covered.
Except for abortions. Which seem to be easy to get, quick and painless in terms of being informed about what is happening, and a sort of 'hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil' approach by the providers. I'm sure not all are the same. But if they aren't, it's not because of some crack government agency monitoring every nook and cranny of the abortion industry. Far from it, for it seems that whenever some story of unspeakable horrors emerges, we find out that there were no inspections, no questions, no investigation of the clinic since the age of glaciers. And this around a procedure that already sports fewer restrictions on it than your average trip to a plastic surgeon.