What *DO* They Mean By "Choice"?

They're so fond of euphemisms, aren't they?! The sheer amount of rationalization-OBVIOUS rationalization-from their side actually rather concerns me, oftentimes. If a person can apply this level of carelessness and sometimes even animosity to a truly neutral, completely innocent child, it makes me wonder what they're capable of when applying their rationalization techniques to others. You know-people who cut them off in traffic. People who take the last doughnut when they reeeaaally reeeaaally wanted one. Kinda makes me ponder why most of them tend to want strict gun control enforced. I imagine if they're capable of killing their own children, they probably wouldn't mix well with guns and a bunch of targets with axes to be ground. Unfortunately they don't realize that not everyone views killing as a legitimate course of action.

Coming from such a large family as I do, with the background in Biology that I have, it's hard to fathom that ANYONE can attempt to champion killing children and then trying to pawn it off as "justice", but that is exactly what these people do. A more deluded group I've never seen. Self-soothers engaging in newspeak rationalization with their logical gymnastics and verbal binkies and blankies.

"not a child"
"terminating a pregnancy"
"not killing"
"choice"
"autonomy"
"saved my life"
"not actual people"
"my body"
"lump of cells"
"non-living tissue"
"reproductive healthcare"
"justice"

They close their eyes to the biological reality I've dedicated a good part of my life towards studying. They twist themselves in moral knots concocting some "Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers"-esque scenario which takes the "clump" through some sort of mystical tunnel to be replaced by what they imagine is a child post-birth. It's like they're playing the Freeze-Tag of ethics, where anything goes with another human being as long as they're in a certain state, but once they pass out of their mother they've touched base, no tag-backs. Who would've thought that a child-like propensity for magical thinking would give way to the slaughter behind and before us. Roughly 55 million dead in their wake. A misbehaved child-like demeanor of "Me, Me, My, My, MINE, MINE! MY BODY! MY LIFE! I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS!!!" once grown has room for no other children to bother it.

Elective abortion is the willful premature termination of a pregnancy with the intent of killing the child within. The CHILD. The offspring of two sexually-mature individuals is their CHILD, which stands if the CHILD is an embryo at a week old or a grown woman of 50 years. This is what they don't want to hear. This is what the "Choice" that they celebrate means. It's the celebration of death, and today on my birthday, I will spend it with my daughter who those around me wanted dead in this procedure called abortion, and together we will celebrate LIFE.

Bungee Jumping Off The Fiscal Cliff, With Soros And Friends!

So, according to HuffPo, we can all stop worrying about that fiscal cliff now, since global humanitarian/financial collapse instigator/former NAZI George Soros and his buddy "Do-As-I-Say-Not-As-I-Do" Buffet have a plan! It's really quite simple. Allow me to translate the MoonSpeak:

Step 1: Chase all upper-earners out of the country via tax hikes. Since upper earners are also more likely to be providing private industry jobs, we want to get them out of here ASAP in order for this plan to work.

Step 2: Phase out private industry completely. Begin the government take over of as many industries as possible. It's already kinda begun with the medical field, auto industry, and banking. We're not going to need private industry where we're going, and it's actually counter-productive to this brilliant new plan.

Step 3: Give EVERYONE a government job! Government hiring has already been expanded to unprecedented levels according to the last jobs report, so this step has also already begun. Once the first step is complete, the last two will wrap themselves up rather quickly. This is where the bus is being steered, as Obama's Job's Council Head admitted via praise for China's system.

Now, under this new plan, we will avoid the fiscal cliff by dropping a nuclear bomb on the cliff and leveling our entire financial system into a beautiful sheet of glass. The United States of America won't have to pay back any loans when it doesn't exist anymore. To Revolution, Comrades! The Union of American Socialist States will endure FOREVER!

Do-Overs!

UGH! I am SO frustrated that I can't seem to maintain direction with my blog, or even the will to write anything in it consistently, or even maintain focus on what I do end up writing!

Soooo, in that vein, I've recently found out that my son will not be able to start kindergarten this year. So, that puts a big-ass cramp in my plans to try and start work this fall. So, I've decided to start a few blogs this year. This one, another where I will start writing chapters of a book I wrote back when I was in high school (theological science fiction, say wha?!), and one for my personal/family life. Hopefully, I'll be able to write AT LEAST one post in one of the blogs, depending upon what my thoughts are at any given time or what has been going on in my life. I should be writing much, MUCH more than I do (besides just commenting on other peoples' blogs, for cryin' out loud), and I think it's about time that I rectified this situation, now that I should have the time and resources to do so.

So, my sincere apologies to anyone who can read this, and here is hoping to a bright new (upcoming) year!

Need More Rage

When last I left our hypothetical typical American, thrust about from Corrupt System to Corrupt System-all infiltrated and eaten away by the Progressive Agenda-they were just getting out of college. Well, unfortunately, it isn't any better once they are out on their own.

If they either didn't go to college or did not successfully complete it, chances are, they will struggle to find gainful employment. This makes them ripe for the picking in the eyes of The Machine. Disenfranchised poor are a class well exploited by progressives.

(blah blah blah. I will edit and eventually finish this post some time in the future. Currently writing a new post about how flippin' crazy insane-o my life has been the last couple months. In a good way, though!!)

Rage Against The Machine

My fiance is new to a lot of things right-sided. Before he met me, he didn't really vote or care to vote, and when he did, the reasons he voted the way he did were uninformed and arbitrary. Before he met me, and met my daughter, he had accepted the programming that all artsy-fartsy college-type guys have shoved down their throats by militant feminists. That is to say, they are told they are not worthy of doing, saying, or even THINKING anything about their part in the battle of the sexes, EVER.

So, saying that I'm a pretty active activist in one facet of conservatism (The Pro-Life Movement-yeah, we don't own it exclusively, but we started it, so, Pro-Life-Libs grab my coattails! PRE-NATAL HUMAN RIGHTS!) has meant a whole new world opening up to My Beloved, and frankly, it's been terrifying for him. It's like going from a world in which celestial bodies are hung on a sheet over the Earth to having the veil lifted and finding it a vastness full of burning balls of hydrogen many times larger than our own planet and giant hunks of rock careening towards us that could smack us all out of existence at any moment.

I have seen The Machine. It is a grotesque assembly of cogs and wheels with the bodies of anyone light enough to lift thrown between teeth of gears. The disillusioned poor and impressionable high school and college kids are heaped upon it and crushed to powder with its angry rhetoric. It's connected by belts oiled with the blood of the innocent. All together it stretches over our country throughout every metropolis and if you step back from it, it seems like a dewy crimson spiderweb strangling the life from our great nation.

Politics make for strange bedfellows, as they say, and the bed of progressivism is immense. It is currently occupied with an orgy of beasts of all shapes, sizes, colors, and creeds. This is The Machine, and there are people trying to get us to either oil The Machine or become another cog in it before we are born. Therefore, we'll start there.

(Actually, The Machine is so entrenched in so many things, it's actually been quite difficult for me to collect my thoughts and approach this issue from any sort of logical progression, so I want to take this opportunity to apologize for my procrastination.)

While you're inside your mother's uterus, most likely snoozing away and growing like mad, the nurses and doctors attending mommy dearest would probably proudly tell her how they are members of a nurses union or ACOG (The American College of Obstetricians And Gynecologists). This, of course, means, they'd sooner kill you as look at you as long as mom ponied up the dough. They'd gladly grease their palms with mom's money and use your blood to lube up The Machine, as evidenced by their merciless crusades against even the most basic conscience protections for their own members.

But, luckily, you make it out alive, and now it's off to school! Yippee!!! But if you think you've escaped The Machine, you're quite mistaken. Thanks to the NEA, now that you've escaped death at the hands of one union, you can be a useful idiot molded and sculpted by another. That's right, the educators of the nation are instructing the youth on how to bring about the downfall of the nation in which they exist-the same nation that signs their paychecks. We're effectively paying for our own demise. This of course continues and only gets progressively worse as the level of indoctrination-I mean education!-advances. All that money sending your kid to college, and all you get is this lousy communist, anti-American propaganda. (T-shirt sold separately)


Second part of my post to follow...To OWS...AND BEYOND!

Backsliding

I know I was supposed to have a new post on Tuesday. I'm sorry, I've been really, really, REALLY busy, and have been traveling, celebrating, crying, and planning. So, I want to sincerely apologize for not having anything up this last Tuesday, and just give you my most sincere promise that I will be working on something great for you for this coming Tuesday, after unpacking all of my sundries and whatnot.

"Ask Them What They Mean By 'Choice' Day" - My Mom Used To Work For A Man Who Would've Killed My Daughter

Welcome to the main part of my contribution to "Ask Them What They Mean By 'Choice' Day"!

As I left off last Tuesday, I was discussing how offhandedly mentioning something that a Pro-Legal-Abortionist on Twitter had argued as a fact had spurred my mother to interject that it was, in fact, a blatant lie. I then asked her how she knew for certain, as I would be asked to verify how I came about that information. She then shared with me that before I had been born, in her youth, she had worked for an OB/GYN who had done abortions, and that she had been privy to his financial dealings. She knew for a fact that abortion was a huge money-maker for him, and that fact also countered a few OTHER Pro-Legal-Abortionist arguments I'd met with in my myriad furious debates online with the advocates of legalized child-killing.

What this revalation lead to was a refuting of another Pro-Choice-To-Kill lie, that children will spend their entire lives languishing in foster care or orphanages because since not even their own mothers want them, surely no one else will want to care for the poor wretches. However, my mother let me know that this, too, was false. She told me of how the OB/GYN's office kept an extensive file nearly half an inch thick full of sheets of paper, each sheet detailing a weathly family who was in desperate need of a child to adopt as their own, for whom to love and care. She told me how she had tried to take a proactive roll in offering the file for abortion-choice-minded women since none of the other staff seemed interested in offering it to them. She went on to say that she was reprimanded also for doing so. Apparently, offering adoption help was not as lucrative a "procedure" to give these women, so staff was dissuaded from presenting it to these women.

I will admit, it was jarring to know that my mother at one time worked for one of the very people I've railed against for years. It was disheartening to know that my own mother had (and still has) a place in her heart for friendship with a man who would've been one of the very ones to kill and remove my daughter from me had I succumbed to the pleas of her father and "sisterly advice" of one of my coworkers at the time, who absolutely RAVED about having her child choiced to death so that she could go on a trip backpacking around Europe in her late teens.  It was TOTALLY worth her child's life, and they gave her a free tote! I should TOTALLY try it, because it made sense and stuff, and it's like a day at the spa, really.

But when I started talking about how I had begun my blog again, and that I was going to try to do a special post for this "Ask Them What They Mean By 'Choice' Day", she offered something I didn't know existed. She asked me if I wanted to see her resignation letter she had given the OB/GYN for whom she used to work. Before abortion entered my life, she had always spoken well of the man whom she once called her employer. She had been honest-his life was peppered with tribulation, and he had fallen on hard times before his death, and most of those hard times sounded of his own making. Everyone has their problems, you know.

Granted, now that I know he did abortions, I'm not surprised by the very self-destructive proclivity this man exhibited. It's a rather well-established pattern among those men and women who profit from the bloodshed of the innocent. I say that with no relish. I say that with genuine and sincere pity in my heart for them. Knowing the absolute hell I went through with just having the choice to kill my daughter or not presented to me...I cannot imagine the weight of actually carrying out hundreds and perhaps even thousands of other women's choices to kill their children. I cannot imagine being the hatchetman: the ulitmately responsible party.

I admit I was confused at my mother's attitude toward the man after I found out he was an abortionist. But, after reading her resignation letter, looking at how they tear themselves down, and asking myself the question, "Would I lay the whole of the blame for the execution of an innocent man on the executioner alone?", I suppose now I can see more clearly the motivation behind her defense of the man.

In closing, I leave you all with a transcript of the actual resignation letter my mother submitted all those years ago.

So, here's hoping that my birthday continues to get happier every year, as the choice to kill one's child with abortion becomes less and less acceptable, hopefully leading to the best birthday of all: the day when human beings gestating in the womb enjoy the same right to live enjoyed by all other minor children.