Why We Need To Pay For Other People's Birth Control

My wife's cousin and her husband became foster parents a few years ago.  The most recent kids that have been placed under their care, two brothers, each needed to be taken to the dentist to get a bridge.  At 2 and 3 years old.

Apparently their mother put sweet tea in their bottles at night, and it rotted out their front teeth.

You know, maybe, just maybe, we should be paying for birth control for women such as this.  

I don't know whether the mother was too overwhelmed by her life in general to figure out how to become a good mother, or whether she just didn't give a shit.  And as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't freakin' matter.  These kids shouldn't have been conceived in the first place, so they wouldn't have to be suffering for their mother's mistakes.  Even the gorram Old Testament says children shouldn't have to pay the price of their parents' sins.

So screw the #closeyourlegs crowd, who say Hobby Lobby isn't about sex or anti-woman, and then come up with hashtags like those.  Those assholes want kids like these to be conceived and born just to suffer, as an object lesson to their 'slutty' mothers.

I'm done with claims that the pro-life movement is really all about the kids.  Where are they when mothers like these need help with raising their kids?  At that point, they might as well be invisible.  Once the baby's born, it's someone else's problem, as far as the pro-life folks are concerned.

I realize there are some individuals who are sincere pro-lifers, people who are against war and capital punishment as well as abortion, and who favor continuing help for raising the kids that they want to see born.  I even know some of them.

But to them I would say: the conversation you need to have is not with me, but with your movement.  Once you've changed the pro-life movement into something that cares about life after birth, we can talk.  Until then, kindly direct your comments elsewhere.

And just for the record, this is no urban legend, no friend-of-a-friend story.  I know the foster couple personally; like I said, one of them is a cousin of my wife.  She and my wife keep in touch regularly through Facebook, which is how my wife and I found out about this.  This really happened.