The old joke is that, if men could have babies, abortion would be a sacrament.

Ha ha.

The new joke is that, if Democrats can support abortion as “reproductive freedom,” they can support murder during an armed robbery as “financial freedom.”

Oh, and the Marxists among them literally do — as they contemplate lining up all the capitalists and shooting them. (It would only be “fair,” after all. They are exploiters!)

I have promoted what I think of as a highly nuanced position in favor of legal early-term abortions. I derive it from J. S. Mill’s On Liberty and Alfred Schutz’s phenomenology of the “social world.”

But that doesn’t mean I have to like abortion or think it is a signal of anything but egoistic convenience and flagrant irresponsibility.

And frankly, were I a leftist, I would be embarrassed by the relentless abortion pushing.

In this context, an interesting story. As a Colorado Democrat wrapped up his stump speech for his re-election bid, something interesting happened. One of his biggest donors heckled him:

Then, finally, came the only reference to policy in Udall’s speech. “And by the way, I’m proud to stand with Colorado’s women,” he said, almost as an aside. “I’m proud to stand for reproductive freedom.”

An angry voice from the crowd jeered: “That’s not the only thing you stand for! Jesus Christ!”

Udall turned to a short, dark man on his left. The senator look genuinely stunned. “I’m sorry?”

“That’s not the only thing you stand for!” The heckler was Leo Beserra, a 73-year-old who made millions on Wall Street and, since the early 1990s, has shared a generous slice of that wealth with Colorado Democrats.

Beserra’s grievance — that the senator’s narrow focus on abortion has backfired — is shared by others in the party, but rarely voiced in public and never in the middle of the candidate’s campaign speech.

I bet you are going to see a lot more of this. At some point even serial killers tire of the blood on their hands. And grinding up millions of killed human fetuses is beginning to wear on the American spirit.

Frankly, the only way I’ve been able to maintain my composure, these 40-odd years since Roe v. Wade, has been with gallows humor. Proud, self-righteous feminists have gone on and on, over the years, about how evil men are, what with their rough and tumble ways, their wars, etc. The only way to square this alleged love of peace and the defense of human life with the insistence that abortion be a right is to chortle: every feminist salvo at alleged male violence is made while standing firm to allow women, the peaceful, more empathic, more moral sex, to grind up the corpses of their own prenatal babies.

Let feminists have their beloved abortions. Let them sacrifice the lives of their children for their convenience. But i snicker every time they go on their anti-male, anti-patriarchy rants. Their ideology is one vast performative contradiction. All their excuses about victimhood and power structures? Ignore them. They have blood on their hands, far more than today’s men do.

Let the adults carry on the discussion of adult ideas about politics and governance. Let us talk about responsibility. And snicker at murderous feminism.

But this consolation of bitter ridicule is wearing a bit thin. And will continue to wear thin as more and more people wonder about the wisdom and justice of “reproductive freedom.”