Já tenho o gato e o periquito
segunda-feira, abril 04, 2005
O aborto será enfim legalizado pelo governo do Partido Socialista, respondendo aos anseios de milhares de eleitores que votaram Bloco.
Mulher oprimida, burguesa, operária, homem enrascado, casado, namorado: libertai-vos da responsabilidade da vida.
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lamentavelmente na segunda parte adopta-se o "caceteirismo"retorico bem ao estilo bloco de esquerda/barnabe ,bem como o simplismo demagogico para qualificar o aborto ,um problema bem mais complexo ,do que qualifica-lo ao nivel de uma "moda" de recusa de responsabilidade - pessimo post...
O aborto é largamente usado pelas atletas como metodo de doping. Engravidam propositadamente para depois abortarem.
Serão essas atletas contra o aborto?
Não será este comportamento repugnante?
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Twenty-seven years after handing his baby boy over for adoption, Tony Abbott received the phone call that changed his life forever. By Julie-Anne Davies.
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He did see Daniel after the birth but has only vague, half-formed memories of the experience. “In retrospect, I am appalled at how callow I was ... but you know, that’s the way it was.
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“I went to the hospital, the nurses gave me Daniel and I held him for a while. I was psychologically unready for parenthood – that is the sad truth about me at that time. I just wasn’t ready for it.”
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Abbott imagined his lost son as an idealised version of himself: a cross between an intellectual, say a young Edmund Burke, and a bloke capable of playing rugby for Australia.
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Two days later, Tony Abbott is driving to Boxing Day Mass when he receives the phone call for which he’s waited more than half a lifetime. Kathy, his girlfriend from the 1970s, has news. Their son Daniel, now 27, is back. Abbott doesn’t flinch. His feelings are clear. He goes to church and, as he will say later, has a few extra things to commit to the Lord that day. Then he drives home, mulls over it with his wife Margie, and picks up the phone and calls the son he never knew.
“Hi, is that Daniel? This is Tony Abbott.”
Daniel then says something that takes Abbott’s breath away.
“Thanks for having me.”
Seven weeks on, sitting in his office in Parliament House, Abbott is attempting to explain what it is like to find the child you once gave away.
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