Pro-life — all the way down
From Make America Dream Again — the ethos under the house. One human's voice. No lying.
I'm pro-life. And I mean the whole word, not the bumper sticker. If life is sacred, it's sacred all the way down — the womb and the war, the cradle and the cell, the ICU and the ledge. You don't get to wave the word before birth and drop it the second the person can vote against you. A death is a death — every one worth the same VSL plus the same million, no passport, no jersey.
So here's the line I'll hold: most of what gets called “pro-life” is really pro-birth. Pro-birth cares until the cord is cut, then votes for the death penalty, the war budget, and gutting the healthcare that keeps the already-born alive. That's not a life ethic; it's a one-trimester ethic. Real pro-life doesn't blink at the cell, the battlefield, the hospital bill, or the man down by the river. All of them, or you don't get to use the word.
Now the hard part, in my own words: the government doesn't belong in the doctor's office. Let humans make their own hard decisions — it's their body, their conscience, their call, not the state's. And I hold two lines at once, no contradiction: I won't pay for your abortion, and I won't shame you for having one either. Both. That's the dignity floor doing its job in the hardest room there is — your decision stays yours; mine is to neither legislate it nor throw a stone at you for it. (I'll fill in more in my own hand later.)
And mine isn't only against death — it makes life. Make life by blood if you're lucky, and every other way too: foster, adopt, mentor, teach, the kid in the studio, the stranger your words reach at 3am. The man who finished IVF and grieved the kids he didn't get says it loudest: go fill the world. Keep people here — call or text 988, build the pool, fund the lane, hold the floor (the dignity is the floor; you don't get to vote on it). Solve for life. Vote human.
If the sentence ever feels like it wants to end — in the US, call or text 988 (Suicide & Crisis Lifeline), any hour; or find help anywhere at findahelpline.com. You are not alone, and the story isn’t over.