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Yesterday I saw an article about a giraffe in a zoo who was pregnant, soon to have her baby. The zoo had set up a video cam so people all over the world could see the event. Then, suddenly, the video was gone. Why?  Well, because some animal rights group had objected to the video, shown on You Tube, on grounds of nudity and sexual content. It took a few hours, but the video was up and running again as of last night.

Animal nudity?  Horrible!  Outrageous!  Put some CLOTHES on that female!  Honestly, it’s embarrassing, the way she goes around having a baby in public!

Sexual content?  Well, if you’ve ever seen any animal–or even a human mom–in the process of giving birth, I can tell you it’s not a terribly sexy sight.  In fact, some fathers who have watched the birth of their first child  have been known to swear off sex  forever.  I doubt very much they kept that vow, but my point is, birth is not about getting off on raw sex.  It’s about birth. It’s about the amazing process that reproduces a human or an animal

Children who grow up on farms often witness birth long before they understand anything about sex. As far as I know, they don’t become sex maniacs after watching the birth of a calf or a litter of kittens.

 I have to wonder if these same people who were so outraged about the giraffe were similarly outraged by, for instance, the behavior of Miley Cyrus, whose purpose was unquestionably and overtly sexual.

Then, this morning, I read about the very early birth of twin girls in Scotland, born just a day or two before the abortion cut-off point at which it would be illegal in Scotland to abort them. They’re so tiny, they can be held together in one hand. Amazing that they survived, but so far, they’re doing well.

Reading the article, I was once again impressed with the “When does it become a baby” debate.Legally, here in the land of the free and the home of the brave, it’s not a baby until the mother decides to take it home.  If she walks away  from the hospital, it’s not a baby. It’s just junk, I guess.