Someone should ask her when does life end. Any answer that includes lack of brain function or heart stopping will tangle her up in those pesky little aborted babies, uh, blobs, uh, cells, uh, or whatever she’s labelled what surely do look a whole lot like once live human beings. Amazing how facts always seem to get in their way.
So, I’m waiting, Debbie. When does life end? That can’t be such an extreme and radical question. Still waiting.... crickets...
Life begins at conception because it’s the only time it can.