That is an absolute lie. Even if, at the last minute, it is discovered that the poor child will not survive outside the womb, the baby must live out its short, painful, and doomed life.
The bank where Hubby and I met encouraged people to walk down two flights and up one, rather than wait for the elevator. Eventually, I could jog all the way to my 4th floor office.
One of my uncles was alarmingly blunt, and English was not his first language. We were on a crowded elevator together and he suddenly blurted out, “Your Aunt Grace is on here. I can smell her.” Not smell her perfume, but smell her.
He’s a MAGAT. He probably does believe it. He might also believe the Earth is flat and Trump walks on water. There’s just no telling.