I'm pro choice. In more than one way. I once sat and held my mother's hand and watched her die. She'd spent the last week groaning in desperate appalling agony as the terminal bowel cancer inevitably finished her off. Horribly, dreadfully slowly. It was gruesome. We are supposed to be a compassionate society, yet there was nothing I or any of the hospital staff could do to bring an end to her terrible suffering. We had to watch (and listen to) her suffer. It was a cruel and wicked way to die, and I wished with all my heart that there had been something, anything we could have done for her.
So, you once watched a video about an abortion. Trust me, you know nothing about life or death.