Pro-abortion group Itch have been trying to get their message to children by selling aborted foetus trading cards. A wafer thin slice of an aborted foetus, and a card detailing the age of the foetus, parents' details, and reason for abortion, are laminated together to create highly collectable items. Children love them. They've latched on to them, and they are officially the craze du jour. (It means less when you know who the officials are). Around the world, children are pestering their parents to spend £4.50 (or the quaint local equivalent) for three cards, so that they might have the whole set, swapping duplicates with their friends, and beating up the plebby shits who think swap should be spelled swop.
Uppity mothers complained about the trading cards being unsuitable for their dear little children. Sales went through the roof and the board meeting had to be moved to another room as it was raining. Itch explained to the uppity mothers that their dear little children wouldn't want to play with them if they weren't suitable, that there was no way children could break through the laminate and eat the foetus slices, and hadn't they realised that their children were actually learning about the joys of abortion? The uppity mothers thought about this, realised they didn't have a leg to stand on, and sloped away sheepishly.
Privacy rights groups with something to hide complained about the cards detailing the foetus' parents' umm... details. Sales went through the roof again, as this sounded a stronger argument with the potential to have the trading cards removed from the market, so people rushed to complete their collection and be able to sell their duplicates for silly prices in a year or two. It was a sunny day, and the board were happy to be in the fresh air, but structural damage was done, so they had to move elsewhere again. Itch explained to the privacy rights groups with something to hide that the names and details on the cards were generic ones, created to protect the rights of the mothers (foetus mothers, not uppity ones). As thin as they sliced the foetuses, there's still no way there'd be enough to fulfil worldwide demand, so there were a few different Janey Smiths (number 82, the one that eeeeeeverybody got in their first packet, and had about five swaps of), all with very similar backgrounds. The very first foetus in each range had its cards labelled v.1. Rarity breeds collectors, collectors who will exchange first edition foetuses for cars, houses, and large-breasted wives.
Pro-life groups wanted in on the action. Message through to children, sure, but money mostly. Their trading cards were practically identical to the pro-abortion ones, except instead of little smiles, the foetuses had their faces prodded and poked so it looked like they were screaming in agony. They were mildly popular, but originality means a lot to children and collectors. It's predicted that the pro-life groups' failure to gain a substantial share in the market will see abortion rates rise to about 85% in fifteen years, but the calculations were done by a drunken waiter who had no idea what he was talking about.
Pro-choice groups, of course, said people could collect whichever cards they wanted.