And I am glad that I am able to view the world objectively, and draw lines between a human life and a bundle of cells with fewer nerve endings than my big toe or perhaps an aggressive tumour. When the day comes that abortion is banned through the actions of poorly coded websites put together by the grandchildren of fellow parishioners, TV commercials written in powerpoint and protests that do little but drive the nut jobs out of the woodwork, I shall personally congratulate you on your efforts. I wish you luck.