By Jonathon Van Maren
NDP Member of Parliament Niki Ashton must have been absolutely outraged when she saw the Toronto Star yesterday. There, right in the first paragraphs, were these lines:
Niki Ashton’s drive to win the NDP leadership now has an added tag line: Baby on board.
The Manitoba MP announced Monday that she is pregnant, with a November due date that means the baby could come just days after NDP members choose a new leader this fall.
First of all—and a journalist from the Star, of all places, should have known this—Ms. Ashton does not tolerate pre-born children being called “babies.” They are not, she has made clear throughout her political career, “babies.” They are fetuses at best. Calling them “babies” could endanger that Canadian institution Ms. Ashton holds most dear: The abortion industry, which busies itself with the work of destroying nearly 300 of these definitely-not-babies every single day.
Ms. Ashton, in fact, has in the past even presented a motion before the House of Commons to have her fellow politicians declare that, “a women’s right to choose abortion is a fundamental question of equality and human rights, both in Canada and around the world.” If we were talking about actual babies, you can be sure that Ms. Ashton would not be so in favor of aborting them.
Even worse, this hapless journalist actually dared to give the Ms. Ashton’s baby a “due date.” He must surely have been unaware of her vitriolic opposition to MP Stephen Woodworth’s Motion 312 back in 2012. Woodworth’s motion asked that the House of Commons perhaps familiarize itself with the scientific evidence of when human life began. Ms. Ashton did not want to possess this information, then or ever, perhaps recognizing the threat such information would have to her beloved abortion industry, which might be inconvenienced by the discovery that the human lives they were aborting had, in fact, already started.
By providing the public with a due date, this journalist dared to insinuate that Ms. Ashton did, in fact, know when her baby’s life began—which is, to be fair, helpful information to have in calculating the post-utero arrival of Ms. Ashton’s offspring. That arrival must be an especially momentous event for her, when you consider that Ms. Ashton believes that departure from the womb is also the very magical moment when the mantle of human rights settles on the now-definitely-a-baby as he or she emerges. Ms. Ashton herself is remaining mysterious about what it is she has chosen to let live, noting on Parliament Hill that, “I may be birthing many things [in November].”
On the other hand, of course, perhaps Ms. Ashton has been playing coy with us all along. Perhaps she really does know when life begins, and really does know that the child in her womb is, in fact, a “baby.” Perhaps her fiery speeches condemning the collection of knowledge surrounding the development of life in the womb were just a political ploy, one, it must be said, she has carried off with singular passion and superb acting skills. Either way, we congratulate Ms. Ashton on the arrival of her child—and are thrilled for her baby’s sake that she appears to have been faking her denunciations of those who defend children like hers—those in the womb—all along.
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