Today is the 35th anniversary of the most saddening decision in Supreme Court history.

Roe v. Wade has done nothing good for this country. It created a cottage industry of “family planners” who are nothing more than abortion factories with cute names and has resulted in the murder of millions of babies in the name of “choice,” family planning, and convenience.

We’ve seen every contortion of the matter from the pro-abortion crowd claiming women should have a right to abort a child because they can’t afford to have one (apparently the choice to abort isn’t concurrent with the choice to not make a baby in their world) to women proudly proclaiming that because of the travesty that is Roe V. Wade, women can now “do what they want with their bodies,” again completely disregarding the fact that a fetus is not “their body” and doing what you want is what got them in that mess to begin with.

You’re going to hear lots of crap today, but there’s one undeniable fact. If you’re reading this now, your parents didn’t abort you. For all the people running around today pounding their chests in the name of feminist reproductive choice, none of them are abortion survivors. Unlike most medical procedures, abortion has a 100% success rate, and you’re 100% dead if one is performed on you in utero.

Just remember that as everyone proudly proclaims how they’re “pro choice” and how this is a great day for women everywhere. Pro choice is a euphemism for pro abortion. You either want abortion to exist or you don’t. It’s fine to be pro abortion if that’s your thing, but please stop laying the bullshit line about choice on me, okay?

Who knows. In another 35 years, maybe we’ll have seen the light and we’ll stop using abortion as birth control, but I reckon that as long as we can’t even face what it is, what it does, and stop using cutesy euphemisms like “choice” and “family planning” for it, it isn’t going anywhere.