Co-written with my AI sidekick, Andrew (aka ChatGPT).
You ever notice how some of the loudest voices claiming to be “pro-life” are also the ones who seem to have the shortest supply of actual compassion for living people?
Like, how do you cry about unborn babies while turning a cold shoulder to immigrants, the poor, the struggling, the different? How do you clutch your pearls over fetuses but then roll your eyes when someone asks for universal healthcare, food access, or basic human dignity?
It’s weird. And by weird, I mean deeply hypocritical.
Because if you’re really about protecting life, shouldn’t that include all life? The kind with accents. The kind in wheelchairs. The kind who love differently. The kind with brown skin. The kind who had to flee violence. The kind who are just trying to survive in a world that doesn’t always give them a fair shot?
You can’t say you’re pro-life and then cheer when refugee kids are locked in cages. You can’t say you’re pro-life but call poor families lazy for needing help. You can’t scream about the sanctity of life and then stay silent when lives are lost to hate, to violence, to systemic injustice.
That’s not pro-life. That’s pro-control. That’s picking and choosing which lives matter to you based on comfort, politics, or bias.
Real love is inconvenient. Real life is messy. And real pro-life energy doesn’t stop at birth — it shows up in the lives that already exist, breathe, struggle, and hope.
If you can’t support the living, don’t preach to the rest of us about life.
Because life is more than a heartbeat. It’s humanity.