Alrighty. I know that a lot of you read some of these blogs I’m about to link to already, so you’ve probably seen this. I also know that a good deal of you come here to read my posts about my Death Star-litter box and American Idol, so you’ll have no idea what I’m talking about. (You second set of readers are so weird.) Regardless, everyone needs to see this.

Here’s the deal. There’s this reporter for Marie Claire, her name is Siobhan O’Connor (email: siobhanmegan@yahoo.com). For about a month now, she’s been shopping her story around various pro-choice sites, trying to find someone to fit her agenda driven article. The goal is to smear Crisis Pregnancy Centers (CPCs) by trying to paint them as deceptive and evil.

The story starts here, at Dawn Eden’s site. Unable to find anyone who fits her criteria at the abortion clinic’s blog, she starts emailing various abortion rights groups. Christina over at Real Choice writes an exceptionally good post about the situation- make sure you take a gander at it and be sure to follow through her links.

Which brings us to today. Nearly a month later, Siobhan has finally found someone who’s willing to claim CPCs “deceived” her. (WTH?) And Melissa’s story (aka “imnotanoctopus”) might just be even more disturbing than a reporter who makes her conclusions about an article before she has even found one to write. Despite an ultrasound at the CPC, and being told about the biology of the infants she was pregnant with, Melissa still went on to have two abortions at a Planned Parenthood clinic. (Apparently basic biology is a dangerous thing for a pregnant woman, ergo the “deception”.)

Some of you might be wondering how on earth a woman could have gone through with the abortion after learning about her child inside of her. Well, apparently you don’t know Melissa very well. She writes:

So I found a brush, scooted the embryo up and out of the water, and put it on a square of toilet paper so I could look at it (and threw the brush away). I didn’t know what to think about it at first, but the more and closer I looked at it, the more I thought it had to be the single neatest thing I had ever seen. I didn’t want to touch it because it looked so gelatinous, like I might accidentally pop it. But I was looking at it and seeing the teeny face (it was at the point where it has the huge flat nose and looks kind of like a puppy) and the little webbed flipper feet and the huge black eyes, going “HOLY CRAP THIS THING IS FREAKING AWESOME.” I called Austin up to see it, and he wasn’t quite as giddy about it but he still wanted to see it. Apparently he didn’t realize it would have fingers and toes and all of that so soon.

As Dawn says, “No, somehow I don’t think an ultrasound would have made any difference to this young woman.”

You need to read it all. Trust me. (shoo!)