We Survived Abortion!

More and more, I'm seeing this crazy meme from the pro-life crew: you and I are here to debate matters of abortion because our mothers chose not to abort us. You--I mean YOU--were not aborted. Be grateful because if you hadn't existed you wouldn't be able to advocate on behalf of your existence. In this world I simply don't know how to respond to such a metaphysically loaded subjunctive.

The fuller version of this post is far from a rational counter-argument. Below the fold: some links and quotes.

Link to Survivors site mission statement. "Compelled by the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ and our respect for life, the Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust speak out on behalf of the 1/3 of our generation that was lost to abortion since 1973."

Walloper's debunking of the above stats. link.
"The "Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust" site's authors, in referencing the year of Roe's passage, falsely imply that the legalization of abortion caused abortion rates to increase suddenly.

If Roe's passage caused the death of one third of a generation, we would expect birth rates to have declined drastically after 1972. In fact, nothing even close to that happened."(via Carnival of Bad History.)

And here's for the general logic of the "I survived abortion" crew:

Alice, chapter 1.: Alice ventured to taste it [the bottle not marked poison], and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.

"What a curious feeling!" said Alice; "I must be shutting up like a telescope."

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; "for it might end, you know," said Alice to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?" And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for sh could not remember ever having seen such a thing."