Monday, January 09, 2012

Abortion is Murder, 9-12, February, 2012

Formerly Stop the Killing of Young People (skyp) and soon, perhaps, Stop Killing Preemies

February, 2012 Vol. 9 No. 12
PO Box 7424, Reading, PA 19603
Phone – 484-706-4375
Email –
Web –
Circulation – 232
John Dunkle, Editor

Abortion is Murder, a weak, pathetic response to baby murder, is sent out at least once a month. If the gestapo hasn’t jailed you for defending the innocent realistically, you either have to tell me you want it or go to the website. Faxes and emails are free but snail-mail is free only for PFCs, $100 for others.
Because I believe we should examine every legitimate means, including force, in our attempt to protect those being tortured to death, I want to hear from people who’ve been forceful and from those who defend them.. I’d also like to hear from those prolifers and pro-deathers who call force violence.

Prisoners for Christ:

1. Evans, Paul Ross 83230-180, USP McCreary, P.O. Box 3000, Pine Knot, KY 42635
2. Gibbons, Linda, Vanier WDC, 655 Martin St., P.O. Box 1040, Milton, ON, Canada L9T 5E6
3. Griffin, Michael 310249, 5914 Jeff Ates Rd., Milton, FL 32583-0000
4. Jordi, Stephen 70309-004, FCI P.O. Box 33, Terre Haute IN 47802 6/30
5. Knight, Peter James, P.O. Box 376, Laverton, Victoria, Australia
6. Kopp, James 11761-055, USP Canaan, P.O. Box 300, 3057 Easton Tpk., Waymart, PA 18472
7. Little, David SJRCC, 930 Old Black River Road, Saint John, NB E2J 4T3
8. Moose, Justin 27494-057 FCI Talladega, P.O. Box 1000, Talladega, AL 35160
9. Richardson, Alonzo Lee 12898-021, FCI Pollock P.O. Box 4050, Pollock, LA 71467
10. Roeder, Scott P. 65192, PO Box 2, Lansing Kansas 66043
11. Ross, Michael, Custer County Jail, 1010 Main St., Miles City, Montana 59301
12. Rudolph, Eric 18282-058 US Pen. Max, Box 8500, Florence CO 81226-8500
13. Shannon, Rachelle 59755-065, FCI Waseca, Unit A, P.O. Box 1731, Waseca, MN 56093 3/31
14. Waagner, Clayton Lee 17258-039, United States Penitentiary, P.O. Box 1000, Lewisburg PA 17837

Even though it’s a shameful sin to abandon defenseless victims to their attackers, it’s a far worse sin when you attempt to pass the blame for that sin onto God by claiming that’s what he wanted you to do. And that’s precisely what so many people have done with their rejection of God’s clear and sensible instructions to defend the defenseless, and with their pretenses and fake excuses for rejecting those instructions. Pride is a terrible thing when it leads you to deny your own sin and instead say that God sinned. Peter James Knight

There are more important writings I should be posting here rather than these exchanges between Todd Stave of Voice of Choice, and me, but I can’t help it:

me, Hi Todd, can you believe that some of the killers’ helpers you persuaded to email me do not like it when I email them? Most, though, don’t mind, and dozens talk to me, some quite pleasantly and literately (see below). What more can I ask?

cyndy d, Hello, Mr. Dunk, Again I thank you for your newsletter, although I still shake my head in disagreement. But I do respect your commitment and tenacity. You must have the patience of Job to deal with less-than-articulate but vehemently vitriolic pro-choice rantings. Even if I might agree with them in principle, I don't believe rudeness is necessary or constructive for either side of the issue.
Personally, I think while you protest "serial killers," you might want to throw in a visit to Dick Cheney and G.W. Bush, among others who would attack fully formed living human beings without provocation or even the excuse of population control. But that's just me. I am beginning to accept that we always will be at a stalemate on the matter of choice (at least for first-trimester terminations. ... late-term, hell no).
I need to take care of my own for now. At the moment, that would be my son (who broke his leg Sunday while playing basketball) and his son. Neither soul was planned nor regretted. Go figure.
Is it OK for me to wish you a merry Christmas? Or do I need to water it down to a happy holidays thing? (I guess that wouldn't be so bad ... "holy days.") Either way, have a great one. Namaste,

Jeanine, God Bless you, John. You do have a lot of free time on your hands.
Merry Christmas and all to you and yours. I'm looking forward to next months crazy rantings.

Todd, (with me in parentheses), Please keep up the good fight John. (yes)
You are the poster child for why my supporters support me. (I don’t believe that. You don’t even mention me anymore.)
I had a nice dialog with some of the people at the rally in Germantown a few weeks ago. (I don’t believe that either.)
Everyone I spoke to thinks that abortion is wrong AND you are doing things that give your movement a bad reputation. (I don’t believe any of this stuff.)
It is because of people like you that laws are passed to further restrict your access to clinics and service seekers. (What restrictions?)
So, while it is clear that you will remain on my watch list, you also serve some larger service to the pro-choice activists. (wishful thinking)
By the way, have the abortions in your neighborhood stopped? (no)
Are your protests working? (no, except on you)
Do you plan on learning how to write and spell in the new year? (no, too old – couldn’t quite contain your anger, could you.)
Without an opponent there is no game. (What does this mean? Anyway, are you going to tell your killers’ helpers to attack me again? Could you maybe send out another “call to attack”? I want to talk to as many killers’ helpers as I can. Words are not wasted on them as they are on the zombies who wouldn’t know an abortion from a haircut, and wouldn’t care even if they knew. Merry Christmas,

Todd (with me in parentheses), I am pleased you do not believe me. (I’ll bet.)
I am sure you will not believe me when I tell you that you are the topic of some conversations at DOJ and on Capitol Hill. (This is something I knew ten years ago, so I’ll believe that.)
I am also sure you will not believe me when I tell you that you are helping my cause in shaping legislation that will make what you are doing a crime (like FACE).
(Geese, if you have that kind of power, I might have to become a member of VOC myself. Don’t hold your breath.)
You will do what you want and I am counting on that. (Yes, just yesterday I visited two enemy homes, Jen Boulanger’s and John Roizin’s. Now will you do what I want and attack me again publicly. You are my only hope for fame, or is that notoriety.)

Me (two weeks later), Todd, Todd, how do you expect your followers to email me, visit me, talk to me sweetly about changing my ways, if you yourself won't even give me the time of day. Oh, maybe you'll say something next week, but how is that really communicating? I'm getting tired of waiting.
Your pal, John Dunkle

I began “The New Abortion Providers” last issue because Jimbo told me it would be the most important article posted in “Abortion is Murder” in the past ten years. And Jimbo is my boss, after the pope of course.

This is the future. Or rather, one possible future. There's a long way to go from here to there. Between 2000 and 2005, the last year that statistics are available, the number of abortion facilities in the U.S. dropped a percent—a smaller dip than those in the preceding five-year periods, but a decline nonetheless. "The "90s were about getting abortion back into residency training and medical schools," says Jody Steinauer, an OB GYN professor at the University of California at San Francisco, the hub of the abortion-rights countermovement in medicine. "Now it's about getting abortion into our practices."
The initial push to lift the status of abortion in medicine came from the profession's most junior members. In 1992, Steinauer started medical school at U.C.S.F. In the spring of her first year, she and thousands of other students received a mailing at home called "Bottom Feeder.'' It made racist jokes and included this exchange: "Q What would you do if you found yourself in a room with Hitler, Mussolini and an abortionist, and you had a gun with only two bullets? A: Shoot the abortionist twice;"
Distressed by the mailing, Steinauer started talking to students at other schools about how abortion wasn't the topic of a single class. She took year off and started the group Medical Students for Choice. Soon chapters throughout the country began pushing to add lectures about abortion to the medical-school curriculum. "Not everyone has to do abortion, but everyone has to think about it," Steinauer says today of M.S.F.C.'s philosophy. The point is to recruit not only future abortion providers but all the supporters they'll need inside medicine later in their professional lives. M.S.F.C. now has 10,000 members. "You know, all these students going into dermatology or radiology — if you're an OB who wants to provide and your hospital won't let you, they're the ones you want as your allies on the hospital board," Steinauer says.
The next important moment came in 1995. With new studies showing how low the training rates for residents had fallen, the National Abortion Federation, with M.S.F.C. as an ally, began pushing for change. The Accreditation Council for Graduate Medical Education — which represents the medical establishment — decided, for the first time, to make abortion training a requirement for all OB- GYN residency programs seeking its accreditation. The anti-abortion movement tried to smother the new mandate. The following year, Congress passed the Coats Amendment, which declared that any residency program that failed to obey the Accreditation Council's mandate could still be deemed accredited by the federal government. But the council had spoken, and medical schools at teaching hospitals listened. Today, about half of the more than 200 OB GYN residency programs integrate abortion into their residents' regular rotations. Another 40 percent of them offer only elective training.
To establish a secure foothold in academic medicine, abortion rights supporters knew that along with residency programs they needed the kind of advanced training that attracts the best doctors and those who want to join medical-school faculties of advanced training that attracts the best doctors and those who want to join medical-school faculties. A physician at the U.C.S.F. medical school set up the Family Planning Fellowship, a two-year stint following residency that pays doctors to sharpen their skills in abortion and contraception, to venture into research and to do international work. In recent years, the fellowship has expanded to 21 universities, including the usual liberal-turf suspects — Harvard, Columbia, Johns Hopkins, Stanford, U.C.L.A. — but also schools in more conservative states, like the University of Utah, the University of Colorado and Emory University in Georgia.
When Salt Lake City and Atlanta are home to programs that train doctors to be expert in abortion and contraception, the profession sends a signal that family-planning practices are an accepted, not just tolerated, part of what doctors do. That helps draw young physicians. The first generation of provid¬ers after Roe took on abortion as a crusade, driven by the urgent memory of seeing women become sick or die because they tried to induce an abortion on their own, in the days before legalization. Out of necessity, the doctors pushed ahead with little training or support. "We did it by the seat of our pants," says Philip Ferro, an 82-year-old OB-GYN at the S.U.N.Y Upstate Medical University in Syracuse.' 'There was no formal source of knowledge."
As Ferro wryly puts it, "That would not stand today." Abortion and contraception have become the subjects of rigorous, evidence-based research. The younger doctors who are coming through the residency training programs and the Family Planning Fellowship "have invigorated this field beyond my greatest expectations," Grimes, the researcher and abortion provider, says. ''We are cranking out highly qualified, dedicated physicians who are doing world-class research. There is a whole cadre of people. I helped train some of them, and I'm very proud of that. In the 1980s, I wasn't sure who would fill in behind me when I retired. I'm much more optimistic now."
Many of the protégées Grimes is talking about are women. In the first generation after Roe, abortion providers were mostly men because doctors were mostly men. Since then, women have streamed into the ranks of OB-GYN and family medicine. They are now the main force behind providing abortion.
The providers that make up the new vanguard don't define themselves as "abortion doctors." They often, try to-make the procedure part of their broader medical practice—by spending much of their week seeing patients for general gynecology or primary-care visits, and by being on call on the labor and delivery floor. If the young doctors succeed at making abortion mainstream and respected within medicine, abortion could move from clinics to doctor's offices and hospitals. And if that happened, would the politics surrounding it finally change? Would protesters stand outside a hospital or a primary-care clinic or a group practice, that treats all kinds of patients?
By taking jobs on university faculties, the young doctors avoid walking to work through a scrum of screaming demonstrators. "Some people like to live on the edge — I don't," said Emily Godfrey, a 40-year-old doctor who practices at a primary-care clinic at the University of Illinois at Chicago, where she also does abortions. "I'm a Catholic girl from the suburbs. I'm a yoga student. I like calm and serenity."
Godfrey is tall and graceful, with auburn hair and freckles; She decided as a child she wanted to be a doctor. In her favorite course as an undergraduate at the University of Wisconsin, on the history of women in medicine, she read rejection letters that Harvard Medical School once wrote to women applicants who were turned down because they would someday marry. Godfrey started at the Medical College of Wisconsin in 1993, the same year that Jody Steinauer founded Medical Students for Choice. Godfrey put most of her extracurricular energy into working with domestic-violence victims. But as a third-year student, she went to an M.S.F.C. meeting at which an internist who did abortions suggested a book called "The Story of Jane." It was about a few women in Chicago, in the years before Roe, who were furtively trying to help other women in their desperate search for illegal but safe abortions. Godfrey still has her copy. "Women had to meet strange men who were supposedly doctors in a hotel room or in somebody's kitchen," she recalled. "To ask a woman to show up secret¬ly like that and hope some guy won't take advantage of you—to me, it was horrible. I started thinking that I wanted to be the one to make sure that women in that Situation could be dignified."
After graduation, Godfrey started her family-medicine residency in a hospital on Chicago's West Side. It bordered gang territory. On her obstetrics rotation, Godfrey delivered baby after baby to poor women who seemed overwhelmed. Some were drug addicts. "Bringing so many unwanted children into the world, or children who wouldn't be readily provided for because their mothers were on drugs or who were taken away at birth — well, that just solidified my feeling that I wanted to provide abortions," she told me.
Godfrey read up on contraception and learned that lUDs can be safely inserted right after delivery. But Medicaid refused to pay for a delivery and this second procedure in one day. "Many of my patients were getting pregnant again, without intending to, and it was extremely frustrating," she says.
When a friend gave her a flier about the Family Planning Fellowship, Godfrey saw it as a way to learn a skill she wanted to have, try her hand at research and travel abroad. Most Family Planning fellows are OB-GYNs; Godfrey was one of the first family-medicine doctors in the program. Family physicians deliver babies, set broken arms, remove precancerous moles. Because they're more likely than specialists to work in rural areas, they are for abortion-rights advocates the best hope of bringing more providers to the parts of the country where hundreds of miles roll by without one. (tbc)

Bummer! As soon as I hit Emily Godfrey I realized I’d already posted this! Who could forget Emily, the Catholic baby killer. A Catholic baby killer is the pro-death crowd’s Bernard Nathanson. The fact that I still had the article in my “to post” folder indicates that maybe I printed only part of it? I just don’t know. If anybody remembers, let me know. Still, I’ll continue with it because it’s worth reading twice.

And now, Jimbo’s “Red Zone II continues. Stacy & Hutch are about to be caught in the red zone by two city cops on motorbikes:

Their out-of-state car was not too far away and a cop could well ask to see it as proof that they were not street people.
But before that happened, they had real IDs on them which would ID them as out-of-towners.
They rapidly reviewed in their minds their answers to the Four Questions: 1) my real name; 2) my real address; 3) I’m en rout between my real house and my mother’s (she’s sick); Disneyland (I’m bored); 4)
At this exact moment I’m standing in the parking lot right now because:
a) I’m lost (“Do you know how I can find Interstate X, Officer?”) [smile]; b) I’m trying to decide where to eat (“Do you know a good place to eat this time of night, Officer?”) [smile]; c) I’m tired (“Do you know a nice, clean motel we can stay at that isn’t too expensive, Officer?” ) [smile].
Since this was not California nor Massachusetts and S&H were not married to each other, we might as well add question five for them: “What are you two doing here, at night, together?”
The best way to answer this question is pre-emptively, “we’re sewing-circle pals,” worked into why we’re here answers, earlier.
Or, hey, shoot for legitimacy: We go the same church. Our husbands are both lawyers and we met at the bar association dinners, or just, we’re pals out having a good time.
Since the main “legend” underlying S&H’s trips didn’t change from trip to trip, recounting it became more fluid with time, and even a little tiny top-note of “. . . well of course we’re friends and go skylarking all the time . . . everybody knows that!” A little, tiny bristling, baring of teeth, done just so, can help a lot.
Remember, innocent civilians usually resent too much police “help.”
But never get too far away from playing up to the flip side of every cop (distracted) – “Oh, Officer, you’re just in time. We need a place to eat and we’re starved.” In this scenario a little resentment could help – “Doesn’t this town have any good all-night diners?” gives Mr. Home Town Boy a chance to defend his town – “You’d like Luigi’s, he’s over on . . . two blocks over that way . . .”
And if it goes that way, you gotta go to Luigi’s toute suite, even if just for a coke.
Here’s another direction S&H found to be fruitful: if cop pushes too far in direction of what’s two nice girls like you doing in a place like this at night (most switches are urban or urbanish), then S&H can come back, “What? A couple of nice girls can’t go out at night in this town, unmolested?”
This gives Cop a great chance to slip over to Galahad, quickly, “We do our best, you know, but we can’t be everywhere at once. Surely you must know that from [answer to question number two, where are you from?]
For that matter, to the diner question he could say, “This isn’t exactly Brooklyn, you know. The streets roll up her pretty early . . .”
The point is, after they bared their teeth a little, about diners or nice girls, S&H found that no matter what the cop said next, they would stare at him, nodding open-mouths, as if he had just revealed the Rosetta Stone, the General Theory of Relativity, the Second Law of Thermodynamics, Plank’s constant, why Smalltown Cops (has-been high school football answer to the universe and everything all at once players) ain’t so dumb compared to city slickers after all. (tbc)

Since I‘m running old stuff this issue, let me include something great Michael Bray wrote about fifteen years ago:The Impending Execution of Paul Hill

It has been a fairly uneventful summer. There was a brief flurry of abortuary destruction in the early part of the year (bringing joy to the hearts of those who pray for spiritual revival). But things are relatively calm on the streets where ex-utero people live and move and have their being. And D.C., the murder capital of the country, has seen a decrease in crime. “May’s statistics are 45 percent lower than May of last year and crime has been consistently lower for the past 14 months by an average of 20-25 percent” (Washington Times, 9 July, 1997).
This kind of peace is good for those of us who are actively pursuing our vacation time. We don’t want folks performing drive-by shootings as we tour the Capital City or any other blood soaked American town. Indeed, as I take my children to swim team or wrestling practice or to a friend’s house to play, I am glad that the judgment of God is, for some reason, held in abeyance. There is no blood-letting in the streets yet, like, say, Jerusalem or Ulster or any number towns in Rwanda or Liberia. And aren’t we glad?
But it is bothersome to be reminded of the call God has placed upon the lives of others. Paul Hill has been sentenced to death. Apparently he was “called” (as by God) to the sacrificial, public witness he made. And we are reminded that the hand of God sometimes falls hard upon us; He is, indeed, both good and severe (Rom. 11:22). How good He was to the innocents whom He moved Paul to defend and to us who have been encouraged by his courage and obedience. And yet, how severe He is toward the Hill family – depriving children and wife of a father and husband. Yes, we are reminded that God doesn’t mess around. He is serious; he is severe. And these truths about our God are not happily recalled. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of an awesome and holy and everliving God.
Paul’s public witness was one which not only testified to the humanity of the child in the womb and to the love we are to show our neighbors who are being delivered over to death; his deed was also a testimony against the judges of the land. Yes, he displayed the judgment which every prosecutor and judge ought to be processing against all the childkillers from Atlantic to Pacific.
Paul Hill was called to abort the abortionist, and his wife and children were called to suffer the loss of husband and father for righteousness sake. Most of us have other callings, theoretically. And each is to employ his gift and answer his divine vocation in obedience to Christ and His word before all powers and authorities.
Presumably, the Almighty has given some of us the less glorious task (as it may be viewed from enlightened historians some time in the future) of lobbying for the welfare of those martyrs who have put their immediate comfort, yea their very lives, in jeopardy for mercy sake. But if that be our task, we must be about it. We must demand; we must warn; we must exhort; we must importune; we must plead with the powers that are. A righteous man, our brother in the Faith, has been sentenced to die for doing justice and showing mercy. He is to be executed for obedience to our Lord who calls us to defend the orphan; who calls us to do no murder, but to defend the innocent. And his blood will be upon those authorities which participate in this unjust execution.
It is our duty at this hour to write to the Florida State Office of Executive Clemency. Here is a summary of Paul Hill’s post-sentence subjudice history:
The very idea of clemency for Paul may be offensive to some of you; we think of clemency as mercy given to a wrongdoer. And as we acknowledge no wrong in Paul’s service, clemency is an inaccurate word to describe the relief that we seek. (It is for these reasons, I am confident, that Paul has had no zeal to pursue pardons. To seek pardon is – even if only implicitly – to admit wrongdoing. He will have nothing to do with such falsehood.)
But it is Paul Hill who has made of himself an excellent sacrifice. We can sully ourselves by asking rulers to extend mercy as they understand it even when we know we ought to ask as well that they repent and award him honors. We can humbly plead for his life. We can implore the powers to show mercy, even if they are confused and exchange the truth for a lie. Speak to them in their own language. They think Paul a sinner and a murderer. Bid them to extend mercy to the poor benighted wretch who still thinks children are created by God in His image.

Here Rev. Bray lists the names and addresses of eight officials with power to grant Hill clemency.

Finally, brothers and sisters, if you could do us the kindness of sending a ninth copy of your letter to us, we would be grateful.
May our Lord, who is rich in mercy, grant you time and zeal to write requests for our brother’s life.

Guess how bad I felt after reading Pat Richards’ latest on the blog, “Boring”:

A short while ago, I got the word that there would be a “big protest” in front of Germantown Reproductive Health Services, an abortion clinic in Maryland. It’s the clinic where Doctor Lee Carhart works a few days a week. It had become a “famous” gathering site because Doctor Carhart performs later abortions. It had been years since I actually saw a protest and a while since I had talked to Lee, so I decided to drive up to the event.
When I make the left hand turn off the main road that morning, I was immediately confronted by the usual “Big Dead Fetus Truck,” as we used to call them. I am, of course, used to the pictures but I couldn’t help thinking about a mother and her child innocently turning that same corner and seeing this ugliness.
It was a big crowd, maybe four hundred anti-abortion protestors. They were standing on the sidewalk in front of a large office complex and the clinic itself was in the back, not visible to the protestors. What struck me right away was the silence. I have been so used to loud, blaring bullhorns, people screaming at the patients, escorts and staff at the top of their lungs. This event, however, was different and it seemed like anti-abortion activists may be exploring different ways of making their point. Except for the truck, there were no other gross signs. People weren’t screaming. Instead they were singing and praying quietly in groups. Some were carrying signs, but they were mostly signs about “regretting” ones abortion and other low-key messages.
There were several county police cars patrolling the area and I do have to say that I was disturbed to see them just watching a woman near the car entry way practically stopping card by holding out brochures for them to take. I felt it was obstructing vehicular traffic, but the police let it go.
I wanted to visit Doctor Carhart, so I walked up to a police car. They were understandably suspicious of who I was so I told them I would call Lee from my mobile phone. I got him right away and he said of course I could come in. So, I just told the police and they waived me in. Later, I got chills thinking that I could have been a clever assassin who really wasn’t talking to Lee Carhart. Yes, I still might have had a tough time actually entering the clinic because they had a buzzer system, but I also could have just waited right outside the clinic door where there were absolutely no cops.
I had a pleasant meeting with Lee and his wife. While he was certainly aware of the scene outside, Lee is used to the attention and it doesn’t phase him at all. We talked about his work, how the clinic was doing, conventions he would be going to and speaking engagements. He was, as always, very laid back, almost like the “country doctor.”

When I left the clinic, I hung around, not talking to anyone except a few pro-choicers across the street, including Todd Stave, the founder of Voice of Choice, a group that organizes hundreds of phone calls to particularly aggressive anti-abortion protestors. Then, I dove back into the crowd and, to be perfectly honest, was totally bored.
And I guess “boring” is okay in a situation like this. They are exercising their right to free speech, they are not threatening anyone. The cops are there to keep the peace if necessarily (although a little loosely) and every woman got to the clinic with no incidents.
Sometimes boring is good.

I had told Todd Stave that I would meet him there at that protest. Then I decided the two-plus hour trip was just too long, and rationalized: “Aw, he won’t be there anyway.” As you can see, not only was Todd there but Pat was too. I could have talked in person to my two favorite killers’ helpers, after my son-in-law, that is. I bet I’ll never get another chance.

At the end of the October issue, #6, I wrote that in November I would finish posting Paul Ross Evans’ “the Militant Christian.” I forgot. Paul’s ending includes several prayers he composed himself: For Strength – A Soldier’s Prayer

Father God, my only master, there are no other Gods before you. I worship and serve you. Help me to remain strong and wise during our Holy War, and remain faithful to only you. Help me to remember our Armies of old and your will carried out through them, as well as our inevitable victory. Amen’

Prayer of Gain – (a portion of Psalm 119)

Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope. This is my comfort in my affliction: for the word hath quickened me. The proud have held me greatly in derision: yet have I not declined from thy law. I remembered thy judgments of old, O Lord, and have comforted myself. Honor hath taken hold upon me because of the wicked that forsake thy law. Thy statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimages. I have remembered thy name, O Lord, in the night, and have kept thy law. This I had because I kept thy precepts.

God, I quote the following scripture. Please help these words bless my life, and lend to it love and wisdom.

Here Paul quotes the following: Hebrews 12:2-8, Hebrews 13:6 (and verse 8), Hebrews 5:1,4 and Acts 21:18. Then he closes “The Militant Christian” with this:

Prayer for our Nation to Abandon Evil Agendas

Help this country turn away from its path towards Satan. Help us reject abortion, pornography, sodomy, and sins of science, technology, heathenry, and the occult. Help us to know you, Lord God, and what it truly means to follow your word and your ways. amen

Psalm 23 and Psalm 144 (These psalms are popular prayers of strength and loyalty to God. They are helpful and are used by the author to end prayer with the Lord our God.)

Oops! “The Militant Christian” is not over. In this typed last section Paul describes his pilgrimage and it is strangely similar to Paul Hill’s, and that other Paul’s.

Documented Action by the Author of the Text
by Paul Ross Evans

The dusky sky was an eerie shade of yellow as the evening enveloped me. My existence was floating somewhere in the wind. At this time, I had reached the "point of no return" and gone beyond, substantially.
I felt as if there were not a single soul in the entire world who could understand the dynamics of my personal struggle against the majority of mankind, what I had attempted to do, or why. To my knowledge, no one in American history had ever attempted to bomb five locations on American soil in less than five months. Also at this juncture I had sent a phony explosive to Michael Newdow, a California atheist who challenged the words "under God" in the United States Pledge of Allegiance in court. This aside, I had sent numerous threats by mail around the nation containing wadded clumps of human hair that I sometimes discovered while walking around downtown Austin, Texas (my hometown) while- chain-smoking Marlboros and drinking Starbucks coffee. I stirred emotionally during these solitary moments, often among many of the residents walking about on the busy streets of the capital of The Lone Star State. I decided to include these many hairs as to invest a genuine piece of the citizens of a town I felt directly assaulted and offended my religion daily. First and foremost however, the hair was surely added to throw off agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. As I sat in my wife's car outside of an apartment complex that faced an abortion clinic named "The Austin Women's Health Clinic," I turned to face the bomb that sat next to me in the passenger's seat. My wife had no idea of my little "projects" and I strived to keep it that way in order to protect her from incriminating herself, in the event I was to be arrested. I armed the explosive using what most bombers refer to as a "safe arm switch," pulled the sleeves of my baggy sweatshirt over my hands in order to guard the bomb of any of my fingerprints, and picked up the soft-sided cooler containing the bomb. This thing needed to be done. These people should be taught a simple lesson. How dare they so boldly kill? (tbc)

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