by Jacqueline Hawkins
We don’t know his name … so we’ll just call him Egg Boy (not to be confused with Humpty Dumpty). At NC State, Egg Boy tried to champion the pro-abortion cause with a raw egg.
“I tell you, chemically speaking, there is no difference between this 2-week-old chicken fetus and a 2-week-old human fetus,” he declared resolutely, again and again.
In his hand was an unfertilized chicken egg (not even a chick-in-a-shell), so it was hard to figure out just what his vehement, triumphantly-stated argument was.
So I finally had to tell him and his approving friends, “Sir, at the end of the day, that chicken fetus will grow up, have it’s head chopped off, turned into chicken tenders, and served at the Chick-fil-A right over there. Meanwhile, the human fetus will grow up, become a student at NC State, and eat the former chicken fetus-turned-tenders. Does that answer your question?”
With that, Mr. Egg Boy scratched his head and looked dubiously at his visual aid. “I don’t know … I’m not really sure why I have this anymore …” At least he was honest.
Egg Boy was stumped. But, if at first you don’t succeed, …
So Egg Boy took his visual aid and tried again. He was so confident that his new angle would deliver a glorious victory, he brought his own camera(phone) man. He would be a YouTube star!
Holding up the egg, he asked CBR volunteer Patti Shanley, “Can you eat this human fetus?”
“That’s not a human fetus; that’s a chicken egg.” Patti is pretty smart for a pro-lifer.
“How do you know this isn’t a fetus? Wouldn’t you have to open it up and kill it to find out?” The phone was brought closer and closer, to record the overwhelming domination of this intellectual giant over the mentally-deficient pro-life bigot.
“Seriously? You’re a student at NC State and you are asking me if this chicken egg could possibly be a human fetus? Is that the best you have? I’m disappointed.”
“But, but, couldn’t this be a fetus?” he insisted.
“No, it couldn’t, but I think you should take it to the agriculture school and ask someone over there. I’d love to see the look on that professor’s face when you ask.”
Foiled again! “Stop recording!” Egg Boy commanded.
With that, he slinked away. We actually saw Egg Boy the next day. He rode by on his skateboard … no egg and no arguments.
He is actually smarter than many of his peers. He at least knew his argument had been beaten.
Jacqueline Hawkins is a CBR Project Director and a regular FAB contributor.