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The film we saw in my high school health class (early ’80s) was “Emergency Child Birth,” I guess just to step up the horror a notch or two… There were none of those fancy sheets as I recall. It was childbirth in all its gory glory on a workbench in somebody’s garage, surrounded by sawdust and power tools. I suspect it was made by the same people who made the bloody car crash reels they tried to scare us out of driving with…. What’s next, “Kitchen C-Section?” Oy vey…

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