With a flourish of his well-manicured hand and surrounded by the faces of his well-appointed legions of support, he made decisions regarding the wombs of millions of impoverished women, who every day are at the mercy of their birth circumstances, not having the physical power to resist or shout NO when they have not been granted their right, and when he went to sleep at night, drunk with power, he congratulated himself on a job well done.

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