Once again, the people who choose death rather than choose life have to twist themselves into pretzels in order to justify that choice.  At Salon, via RedState:

...Here’s the complicated reality in which we live: All life is not equal. That’s a difficult thing for liberals like me to talk about, lest we wind up looking like death-panel-loving, kill-your-grandma-and-your-precious-baby storm troopers. Yet a fetus can be a human life without having the same rights as the woman in whose body it resides. She’s the boss. Her life and what is right for her circumstances and her health should automatically trump the rights of the non-autonomous entity inside of her. Always....

...We let the archconservatives browbeat us with the concept of “life,” using their scare tactics on women and pushing for indefensible violations like forced ultrasounds. Why? Because when they wave the not-even-accurate notion that “abortion stops a beating heart” they think they’re going to trick us into some damning admission. They believe that if we call a fetus a life they can go down the road of making abortion murder. And I think that’s what concerns the hell out of those of us who support unrestricted reproductive freedom...

...In an Op-Ed on “Why I’m Pro-Choice” in the Michigan Daily this week, Emma Maniere stated, quite perfectly, that “Some argue that abortion takes lives, but I know that abortion saves lives, too.” She understands that it saves lives not just in the most medically literal way, but in the roads that women who have choice then get to go down, in the possibilities for them and for their families. And I would put the life of a mother over the life of a fetus every single time — even if I still need to acknowledge my conviction that the fetus is indeed a life. A life worth sacrificing.

Wow. Just wow.

Read the whole thing, chillingly entitled, "So what if abortion ends life?"

As a RedState commenter drily remarked, "We all enjoy "unrestricted reproductive freedom". There is nothing to stop any of us from conceiving at any time."

This Salon piece a stunning example of both an inability to drive past the hood of one's car—can the author imagine herself being shunted against her will on to an Orwellian "care pathway" as in Britain?—and an ability to ignore cognitive dissonance that is positively breathtaking: