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Paying for birth control AND babies

(This is cross-posted at LifeSiteNews.com.)



The Obama Administration has made it quite clear that we should be, in one way or another, forking over the money for people's artificial birth control. The HHS mandate requires employers to cover it as health care, and if they refuse to (as many religious-based organizations are doing), HHS has found an end-run way of charging for them anyway. One way or another, the Obama Administration wants to make sure that we are all paying to not make babies.

Unless you're part of a gay or lesbian couple in California who wants a baby. Taxpayers may have to pay for that. Bill AB460 will require group insurance to cover infertility treatments for gay and lesbian couples (as they do for heterosexual couples). Never mind that gay and lesbian couples are by nature and definition infertile. Never mind that this is one more health care cost we simply cannot bear. Never mind that many people believe some infertility treatments to be immoral and will be asked - yet again - to pay for something that offends their conscience. We're going to have to pay; the bill reads:

Coverage for the treatment of infertility shall be offered and provided without discrimination on the basis of age, ancestry, color, disability, domestic partner status, gender, gender expression, gender identity, genetic information, marital status, national origin, race, religion, sex, or sexual orientation.

Seventy year old lesbians want to have a baby? Taxpayers will have to pay up. Fifteen year old gay couple decides they want a baby? That's right - tax money shall be there for them.

We are in the midst of radically redefining "health care" into, "Whatever I want that makes me feel good" and those making the laws quite frankly do not give a darn about children, their needs, their best interest or their rights. The government is telling us, "Whether or not someone wants to have a baby is their business, and they can do it any way they please. You have no voice in that. But you are going to pay for it." Somewhere, reality became fantasy and fantasy became everyone's right and your responsibility. We are going to be paying for birth control AND babies.


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