Unbeknownst to Charlie, his future lies at the bottom of the porcelain bowl in his mother's outhouse. Thankfully, science's Godless mitts will be unable to take advantage of Charlie's untimely demise.
There should really be some sort of law that prevents scientists from poking and prodding our recently aborted children. These scientists remind me of telemarketers calling at dinnertime. Can't parents kill their unborn child without being solicited by grave robbers?
The last thing Charlie's mom needs as she watches her son drown in the 2000 Flushes' blue waves is a bunch of lab coat jockeys preaching about how her son could have saved thousands of lives. Thanks, but no thanks, nerds. God is not a big fan of profiteering from murder.
Okay, perhaps my sarcasm is beginning to stretch thin.
But regardless of popular opinion concerning God's will, the government's position regarding stem cell research should be consistent with its stance on abortion.
Obviously the Bush administration disagrees with the Roe v. Wade decision, but until the Supreme Court bestows civil liberties on the unborn, fetuses condemned to death have no rights.
Don't get me wrong; I do not condone homicide in the name of medical advancement. If the government extends the protection of life to the fertilized embryo, I'll toss a bouquet of flowers into Charlie's bowl and read his epitaph as he whirls down the drain. But why should we pay more respect to a dead fetus than a live one?
It's not like record producers are invading abortion clinics to gather aborted embryos in an effort to start up a new boy band. Scientists are making the best out of a bad situation.
Is there a better way to glorify someone's death than to use his or her tragic end to save another's life?