Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Abortion is Murder, 9-15, March, 2012

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

March, 2012, Vol. 9 No. 15
PO Box 7424, Reading, PA 19603
Phone, 484-706-4375
Circulation, 214
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, CCM, 716 McDonough Blvd. SE, Atlanta, GA 30315
10. Roeder, Scott P. 65192, PO Box 2, Lansing Kansas 66043
11. Rogers, Bobby Joe 0202B, PO Box 17800, Pensacola, Florida 32522
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

In the next issue I’ll finish posting “The New Abortion Providers.” The purpose of the article, which appeared two years ago in the New York Times, is to help make child killing part of standard medical practice. For a propaganda piece it’s not bad; the writer, Emily Bazelon, is a good enough journalist to see our side of the issue, and that view creeps into her observations a score of times:

The doctors who run the Ryan and fellowship programs aren’t trying to hide, they say. But they don’t want to be singled out. When I asked to visit medical schools where doctors like Godfrey are performing abortions, some of them asked not to be the only university I mentioned. “We want to fight the battle, but not all of us are martyrs,” said Leo B. Twiggs, chair of the OB-GYN department at the University of Miami in Florida, where two fellowship-trained doctors perform first and second-trimester abortions as part of their gynecology practice. “Everyone was nervous when you asked to come. We basically said that if we really believe in what we’re doing, we should be able to talk about it. But we don’t want to be especially known for pregnancy termination.”
Many of the two dozen young doctors I talked to for this article were similarly conflicted. They wanted to talk about their work. They see it as part of making abortion mainstream. But the murder of Dr. George Tiller last year scared them. One 33-year-old family-medicine doctor I met in Rochester drives 90 miles each week to perform abortions at a clinic in Syracuse. She is pregnant with her third child, and she asked me not to use her name after her father insisted that she’d be putting herself and her kids at risk. Still, at her Episcopal church, where she feels safe, she is open about what she does. “When people are surprised, I say, ‘Yes, a Christian can also be an abortion provider,’ ” she told me.
Emily Godfrey, too, has reckoned with the sensitivity of her line of work. She was brought up in a casually Catholic home in which abortion wasn’t discussed. Her mother strongly supports her. Privately, her father does, too. But while he thanked her for telling him when she won a local award for her work, he didn’t come to the ceremony.
Godfrey has treaded carefully at the University of Illinois. When she joined the faculty, she got a grant to train residents to do abortions. (The money came from a sister program to the Ryan for family physicians, called the Center for Reproductive Health Education in Family Medicine.) But Godfrey started slowly: during her first year, in 2006, she handled only primary-care visits at the university-run clinic where she sees patients two days a week. She stressed contraception, increasing the number of patients getting IUDs — one of the most effective forms of birth control — from fewer than 15 to more than 90 a year.
As Godfrey came to know the nurses and front-desk staff at her primary-care clinic, she learned that some of them flatly opposed abortion. They’ve come around, she says, out of mutual professionalism. She doesn’t object when nurses don’t want to assist her, and she tries to meet them halfway by doing abortions only up to nine weeks of pregnancy. The early threshold means that no one on staff has to contend with recognizable fetal parts. “It was a way of being respectful, because I know that not everyone agrees with me and what I do,” she says.
After I watched Godfrey coach one of the residents she trains through a surgical abortion for a 22-year-old college student who was six weeks pregnant, we went to the clinic’s utility room. The resident floated the pregnancy tissue in a glass dish of water, for a routine check. Amid the uterine tissue was a gestational sac about the size of a dime surrounded by millimeters-long white villi, the fronds that later help form the placenta.
In the clinic’s waiting room, it’s impossible to tell who has come because of a stuffy nose or chest pain, or for birth control. In this setting, Godfrey can take care of a pregnant woman whether she chooses to keep the baby, put it up for adoption or end the pregnancy. To her, this is the core of an integrated practice. “I have nothing to gain or lose whatever my patient decides,” she told me. “I’m just being her advocate and her family physician.”
A first-trimester abortion is low-risk, relatively simple and fast — a skilled doctor can do it in less than five minutes. It’s the traditional province of OB-GYNs, but it also fits easily within the scope of care of family-medicine doctors, who do other minor procedures, like endometrial biopsies, which screen for uterine cancer. So far, only a small number of the family-medicine residencies offer abortion training. But those programs are attracting applicants — they have higher match rates, which means greater success in recruiting the residents they want.
Technological advances have made it easier to shift abortion to the earlier stages of pregnancy. Tests have become sensitive enough to detect pregnancies two weeks after conception. The M.V.A., or manual vacuum aspirator, is gradually replacing the electric pump as the equipment of choice for first-trimester procedures. It’s about 10 inches long, costs only $30 and looks like the kind of appliance you might find in a kitchen drawer. Lawrence Leeman, a family physician at the University of New Mexico, describes how he convinced skeptical nurses that their primary-care clinic could handle abortion by coming to a meeting with his M.V.A. supplies in his coat pocket.
Even smaller, of course, are the pills for a medical abortion. Most facilities that offer surgical abortions now offer medical ones too. And in fact, Godfrey also does medical abortions up to nine weeks: she gives patients the pills misoprostol and mifepristone (formerly known as RU-486) and sends them home for an induced miscarriage, with a follow-up visit to make sure there are no complications. When the Food and Drug Administration approved medical abortion 10 years ago, abortion-rights advocates hoped that the method would move into the offices of doctors who don’t do surgical abortions. That shift hasn’t much happened. But medical abortion has helped to increase the number of very early abortions. It has long been an abortion-rights selling point that almost 90 percent of the abortions in the U.S. are performed before 12 weeks; in addition, four years ago, the proportion of procedures performed before 9 weeks reached 62 percent. The statistic points to a paradox: Anti-abortion advocates succeeded in focusing the country’s attention on graphic descriptions and bans of late-term abortion even as more and more women were ending their pregnancies earlier and earlier.
Doctors who perform abortions are startled by some poll numbers showing that for the first time, more Americans call themselves pro-life than pro-choice — a shift that includes young people. I saw hints of that discomfort. Medical residents with a moral or religious objection can always choose not to participate in abortion training, and in Godfrey’s program this year, four out of seven did not take part. When I visited the Planned Parenthood in Rochester, a 29-year-old pediatric resident came to watch the nurses counsel patients about their options but chose not to see an actual abortion. “I don’t know how I personally feel morally, and I’m never going to do one,” she said. “So if it could bother me if I saw one, then what’s the point?”
Godfrey trains her residents to do abortions up to 13 weeks by taking them one afternoon a week to a hospital where her colleague Sunni runs an abortion service as part of her OB-GYN practice. When the residents finish their training, Godfrey asks them how they feel about doing the procedure at 7 or 10 or 13 weeks. “Some will say, ‘I’m perfectly O.K. going up to 10 weeks, but after that I can see more of the fetus moving on an ultrasound, and I’m just not comfortable with that.’ ”
She has set her own threshold at 14 weeks. “I’m not an OB-GYN, and I’m not a surgeon, and that’s as far as I can safely go,” she said. “But to be honest with you, I haven’t seen a lot of terminations past 19 weeks. There’s a part of me that’s almost grateful that it’s not even an option for me.”
These gradated choices are a delicate subject within the field. The abortion providers I talked to are intensely grateful to the doctors who are willing to handle difficult late-second-trimester cases. But they also see the moral complexities up close. Two years ago, a young professor at the University of Michigan named Lisa Harris wrote an academic article about performing an 18-week abortion while she was 18 weeks pregnant. Harris described grasping the fetus’s leg with her forceps, feeling a kick in her own uterus and starting to cry. “It was an overwhelming feeling — a brutally visceral response — heartfelt and unmediated by my training or my feminist pro-choice politics,” she wrote. “It was one of the more raw moments in my life.”
Other abortion providers have sorted through related issues. When Sunni was pregnant, some of her patients asked how she could perform an abortion while she was carrying a child. “I said: ‘There’s a time for everything. This is my time. Yours may come later.’ ” When Harris’s article was the subject of a workshop at one of the Family Planning Fellowship’s annual meetings, Sunni remembers the difficult emotions that came to the surface, and also the concern about how the article had been depicted in the anti-abortion press, its most graphic passages quoted as evidence of hypocrisy and folly. “We want to bring this discussion more to the forefront,” Sunni says. “But it’s a bit dangerous. Because people can misconstrue what we mean.” (tbc)

Here’s why Jimbo ordered me to post it: Comment on New York Times “New Abortion Providers”:

This article provides much subtle between-the-lines info. about the real effect of forty years of good MDs benignly scorning their colleagues . . . and a little Thomistic force.
The whole article is disingenuous sensu. It’s obsolete with Obamacare moving abortion into huge government hospitals, and creating federal medical schools and shoving those grads into abortion with all sorts of spend-and-tax Nanny State sticks and carrots plus the other evils of Obamacare I’ve already listed here, such as high school coed menses status checks by public school RNs, jailing of RC MD, RN, and other Obamacare refuseniks, etc. etc.
Note to Godfrey: you may be a girl, and you may be suburban, by your own admission, but you can’t be RC and pull arms and legs off kids.
Saying you are RC don’t make it so; Jesus said so out of His mouth (“Many call me . . .”)
Mafia hit men call themselves Catholics. Are you like them? Come to think of it maybe there’s some kind of harmonic convergence going on there – you . . . mobsters . . . Obama . . .Bilderburgs . . . Hmmm . . .
No doubt you’ll say I’m judging you. Wow! What a stroke of eloquence! I’m warning you to protect your soul. When it comes time for us to be Judged by the only Judge, you will find, sans repentance, that all the “help” you thought you were giving women was no help for them at all, nor for your own soul.
Just in case some really nice “Fr. Bob” somewhere is feeding you bullcrap in the box – remember Dante -- “The floor of Hell is paved with the skulls of priests.”
This is known. the only instant variable is, will yours or mine be next to them?

Now I will finish posting “The Militant Christian.” Federal agents have Paul surrounded outside his home about two days after he planted an explosive device near a baby-killing mill:

I saw so many agents outside of my apartment, all of whom I considered protectors of the process of abortion, and now they were breaking apart my family, the only thing I really cared about. l would be lying if I said that my heart wasn't filled with contempt for the United States government that day, and the boldness they bully even their own citizens with, but somehow I managed to tell my wife and son that I loved them, over and over again. I kept asking for the cigarettes that I thought were in my pocket initially but as it turned out, I had forgotten them inside. They weren't about to go inside and retrieve them either, as they wouldn't even open the front door to the apartment, as well as let my wife inside of her own home, until they sent in a bomb sniffing dog to search the apartment for explosives.
Subsequently, I was driven downtown after watching in anguish our three year-old-son tremble and cry like I had never seen him weep before. My wife was obviously a wreck, and more confused than anything, as I attempt to describe her feelings that day, and as I rode downtown next to an agent of the A.T.F., with two F.B.I, agents up front, I was a complete and total heated ball of rage and anger. I seethed with hatred silently at the close and personal presence of the Federal agents next to me, who I felt just before my eyes, destroyed my family. I was disgusted at that point as well, at what I uniquely realized. The lengths that these people would actually go to in order to protect and enable the babykilling abortionists was amazing. At an office downtown, housed inside of a well-built high rise office building, the Federal Bureau of Investigation led me into their place of "business." I noticed, while driving into this location, that the general area was near an office my wife worked as a nurse doing P.R.N. work. She had been treated very poorly at this job, and after weeks of hard work, she was basically robbed for part of her paycheck by her employers. I remember leaving the neighborhood with her and trying to cheer her up with tender affection, which I believe really did the trick to add a positive sentiment to a very negative situation
This all added to my demeanor, besides the fact that this was turning out to be the worst day of my life, as I walked into a stainless steel elevator filled with cameras with the two F.B.I. agents and the agent from the A.T.F. Never even raising my voice, I continually asked the agents for the cigarettes and lighter which I thought were in my pocket upon arrest. Later, I found out that I had left this pack of cigarettes on the kitchen bar inside of our apartment accidentally. I also repeatedly not¬ified the agents that I needed to get the A.T.M. in my wallet back to my wife in order for her to take off around 700 dollars to pay our rent, or she and our son would be thrown out into the street with no where to go. They promised me time, and time again that the card was not really part of the investigation and it would surely be returned to her /with rapidity. The truth of the situation is that I never saw the damn thing again, nor did any other member of my family. I was led off of the elevator with two agents beside me, and one behind. As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, I saw the huge emblem of the F.B.I. glaring at me from the wall. It was fashioned from metal and it looked like someone had recently shined it. I wanted to spit on it. As I passed around the corner, I saw several agents, evenly divided between male and female at first, then more so male agents. They all stared at me with defiance. I then noticed a bulletin board comprised of the F.B.I.'s 10 Most Wanted individuals. They included Osama Bin Laden, Whitey Bulger, a police officer who had killed his family, and several drug dealing scumbags. I marched past this bulletin bound by my handcuffs, and I wondered what all of the individuals on that list were doing at that very moment, and if any of them had any idea of the strength of the juggernaut that pursued them in the night (or day in my case).
I was led into a room and "asked" to sit down at a desk. One agent who was in the room was an intense individual. Every time I looked at him, I wanted to laugh at the thought of my wife cursing him and calling him and his gun "stupid," because they were. I could tell he was one of these guys that worked out all of the time, because he wore one of those shirts that have extremely high cut sleeves for t-shirts, and some of his veins seemed to be pulsating. As I stared at his arms, I wondered how healthy it was for a person’s veins to really appear that way. I also wondered how this guy ever graduated college to become an F.B.I. agent. A lot of cheating, I concluded. I keenly associated that as (the cheating) an apprenticeship for the "working" conditions he would evidentially encounter as an agent. At this point, a man who was dressed in a suit and tie came into the room and sat next to his colleague who looked like he was, on the other hand, dressed to do battle in Iraq. Meanwhile the A.T.F. agent stood by the door. As another agent approached, he excused the A.T.F. agent. This agent wore glasses, and seemed more soft-spoken and intelligent than the others. Finally someone I could relate to. The agent who looked like he was ready to attend a funeral, obviously of ranking status in suit and tie, began. He started the interrogation with the most transparent group of lead-off questions I think I have ever been presented with by a cop.
"You know, we had your State of Texas Parole officer issue an arrest warrant (which is called a blue warrant in Texas) for you today for attempted murder. Do you have any idea what this is about?" I answered that I had a vague idea, but I would let him continue. He did. He notified me that they were arresting me and charging me with the bomb discovered the day before at the abortion clinic on Interstate 35. Then he really sank his teeth in. "YOU know Mr. Evans, I am a Catholic, and as I am a Catholic, I totally agree with you on your stance with the Pro-Life movement. I personally do not, nor have I ever, agreed with abortion, and I do believe that it is murder."
I wasn't going for this trickery. Almost immediately I said, "Well, sir, if you are a Christian, then you are surely my brother; however I am sorry to say I do not want to answer any more questions without an attorney."
"Wow," he said. I began to ignore him at this point, and the other agent and I struck up some small talk, which was surely all recorded. He said something to me that I related to. There was something about this agent that I respected greatly. I think it was a combination of two things: first, that in the years of my incarcerated periods in life, I HAD to learn how to quickly read people, and usually within the first five minutes of reading someone, I can tell if he is anyone who I would get along with at all . . . and second, that I could tell that this fellow wasn't completely full of shit, as far as F.B.I. agents working an investigation go. One thing this gentleman said hit me pretty hard. "You know, we all make mistakes in life." He continued, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want. I do, however, know what it is like to feel heavy hearted about things."
At the time I answered in anger "Just like situations like Waco or Ruby Ridge . . . we all make mistakes, eh?"
He actually responded, to my surprise, "Exactly. I couldn't have said it better myself." Wow. A man that admits when he is wrong and takes responsibility for himself. How uncommon. That's really all I wanted from the abortionists, when I first set out to battle them. I wanted them to face the music like all of the other convicted murderers across the country, instead of hiding behind a degree.
Because I asked for a lawyer, something that law enforcement seriously resents, the world over, the questions from this point on were completely off topic from the bombing in question at the abortion clinic. I was quizzed on basic questions at this time, concerning trivial identifying traits, such as birthdate, social security number, place of birth, tattoos (which took a long time, notably), scars, etc. I was led out of the building after I sat in the office for a while and people came intermittently to stare at me, or whisper secrets just out of ear shot pertaining to the case. I remember a certain individual who came in and out, but would never look me in the eyes, as I always show the respect of doing on nearly every occasion in my life.
When I reached the ground level, escorted by agents once again, I noticed around 10-15 agents at the side of the building loitering in the parking lot, obviously waiting to catch a glimpse of me. I was shackled and handcuffed at this point, complete with a belly chain, and I wore blue jeans, skateboarding sneakers , and a t-shirt that read "OBEY" across the top of it, with a skull and cross bones. An agent who was wearing a "magellan" brand, outdoors gear shirt, and a nice watch, who looked like he could probably fair well in a fist fight against a grown gorilla, met me in the parking lot with the other agents.
From the start, I could tell that this specific agent was cordial and diplomatic, which does make a difference in such situations, no matter what the average "hardcore" criminal might proclaim. He asked me if I was all right, and he told me he and the agent who I had spoken with about "making mistakes at Ruby Ridge" were now going to escort me downtown. Another agent chose to ride as well. The ride was not fun in the least bit. All I could think of was my family and what they might be doing at that moment; however, I made small talk with one of the agents in the back. As we reached the federal courthouse in downtown Austin, I could feel the sun melting my emotions as we stepped out of the S.U.V. and I was escorted into the building to be indicted for the charges of "Use and attempted use of a weapon of mass destruction," "Manufacture of explosive material,"
and "Violating freedom to access clinic entrances."

X. Epilogue

Currently, I reside at a maximum security federal penitentiary. I took a plea of 40 years for the charge of “Use of a Weapon of Mass Destruction.” I took this plea to avoid the inevitable life sentence waiting for me, and any others, who challenge anti-Christian venues with force, in Federal Court.
The federal government, because I violently targeted anti-Christian venues (primarily the abortionist who kills children daily), cages me now with the worst of the worst. I didn’t succeed in my violence, with any of my devices, in terms of inflicting injury on the guilty parties. I did succeed in keeping pressure on those individuals, halting their evil, and causing the media to cover Christianity’s dissatisfactions with those individuals – but I never hurt a soul.
Presently, in my central files here, I am listed as having a “serious history of violence.” I am housed at the maximum level of security around a thousand miles away from my home and family.
A martyr is described as “one who chooses to suffer or die rather than renounce religious principles.” Am I a martyr? I really don’t know. But I do choose to suffer in prison rather than renounce my religious principles and morals. I also simply cannot tolerate children being murdered in my community and homeland, as they are presently, every day.
Recently I saw a picture of an Islamic Fundamentalist wearing a mask. Across the forehead of the mask, in a red-letter motto in Arabic, the words “Live respected or die as a martyr” shout at the reader. I wonder, upon seeing this, why aren’t more Christians as passionate about their beliefs as this man? How do we allow ourselves to be taken over by “this world, and the things of this world.”
Notably, there will come a time when Christians decide that enough is enough. My hope is that this text will work to lend a general outline for success in many areas.
If we follow God’s law as a people, if we establish a patriarchal foundation at home for the family unit, if we sacrifice and give until we have given our all, we will rise to a place on this planet that will last until we must Battle the Forces of Evil during the apocalypse. Now is the time to create that solid foundation. We have much to build on right now, at the present time. But in order to do this we must abandon all allegiances to anything at odds, in any shape or form, with our ultimate Christian mission. May God be with us all, forever and ever, world without end.

This concludes “The Militant Christian.” I began posting it in the March, 2010, issue, but you really should go back to July, 2008, for the full story of one of our great heroes.

In the last issue I included an exchange between a calm sidewalk counselor, Scott Evans, and an agitated prodeather, Colin Flagstaff. Anonymous attacks the counselor:

It is ironic and hypocritical that the Jesus-hating terrorist Scott Evans would comment.
I know from personal experience.
I live two blocks away from where Scott bullies people nearly every Saturday (Scott Evans calls his bullying and harassing behavior “sidewalk counseling”).
We all know exactly who Scott is and every single time I drive by there (like this past Saturday morning), he is out there with a ridiculous looking small video camera mounted to his shoulder, makes terrible loud noises blowing on some horn, all in some vain attempt to overcome some major insecurities, and all while trying to videotape everyone and violating everyone's right to privacy. My neighbors and I have researched these people and almost all of them are criminals!
Scott Melvin Evans and convicted criminals Jo Anne Scott (convicted of federal charges of conspiring to bomb a clinic!) and Ken Tyler Scott (convicted deadbeat dad!), are all Jesus-hating "sidewalk counselors" and have disgusting, photo-shopped signs, bloody plastic children's baby dolls, morbid "baby caskets", and fake 'abortion' posters of bloody babies, and these are all over the streets in our neighborhood. They have giant signs of miscarriages and knowingly falsely present them as "abortions".
I recently found out that Ken Scott has been committed to a mental hospital before because of his actions! Before I found this out, Ken had invited me out to join them after my neighbor's church went out for the 40 days for life protest. I was appalled at what I witnessed out on the public street! Their tactics are awful and even anti-human.
I have two daughters, both on birth control until they are ready to have my grandchildren (hopefully soon!), and if Scott harassed them like that, I would call the police on him. I met several of the other horrible bullies next to the driveway on that Saturday and got their names: Beau Ballentine, Leslie Hanks, Tony Massey, and Cliff Powell. They are out there regularly and are yelling nasty stuff too. They all try to emulate Scott Evans or Ken Scott's aggressive, obnoxious, anti-Jesus behavior.
They know no boundaries, are very loud, obnoxious and aggressive and I can often hear them yelling and making noise from my back yard! NONE of my neighbors want to drive near these horrible images and activities, especially when we have our young children in the car.
Everyone reading this take a minute and imagine how you would feel if you had these grotesque signs lining the streets in your neighborhood! We are sick of it. These "protestors" all seem to try to video tape and intimidate anyone who drives down Pontiac street here in Denver and will lie to and mislead ANYONE who they can get to stop to listen, or otherwise is within earshot.
These “sidewalk counselors” are out there nearly every day, and apparently paid to be there by Bob Adolph Enyart of Denver Bible Church in Arvada.
Fact: “Pastor” Bob Adolph Enyart was sentenced to 60 days in jail for beating a 7 year old boy so hard with a belt that he bled! This is the kind of person he truly is the leader of the pack and Scott Evans and Ken Scott follow his every whim, doing the devil’s work.
They are all blasphemous towards the sacred Christian Bible and are harassing many REAL Christians, most whom are going into a clinic for birth control and other needed medical services (many from our surrounding neighborhood!). They do so much harm to the anti-abortion cause, which should be peaceful. I personally would like to see us get to the point where abortion is rare or non-existent.
GOD will be the judge of all of us one way or another, NOT these terrible bullies! Jesus was peaceful and would have never done any of this and would not have approved in any way. These "sidewalk counselors" are the new Westboro Baptist Church of our community and their arrogant ignorance is so sad and pathetic that it sickens me.
These are the worst of the worst of anti-abortion (and anti-gay) extremists. Anyone that associates with these people will be judged the same way by the public and by God (as mentally ill, sadistic and psychopathic!) There is a special place in Hell for all of these people, but it's just as well, since these "sidewalk counselors" hate Jesus and are doing the devil's work.
I am a member of a very large and REAL Christian Church south of Denver and our Pastor gave a wonderful sermon on Sunday about how these "sidewalk counselor" bullies blaspheme the name of the Lord. Our Pastor encouraged us to contact Voice of Choice ( to help attempt to get the protesters to see that this should not be about anyone's stance on abortion, but to NOT BULLY and NOT HARRASS your fellow human beings.
Hundreds of the Denver parishioners and their family members have contacted Voice of Choice and offered their services to do what they could do to help. I hope you will do the same. Please pray for the protesters!

Don’t you love that last sentence! I thought we Catholics had the corner on that particular curse – shoot your opponents with personal attacks and then finish them off with that, the last arrow in the quiver.
Anyway, the Voice of Choice remark caught my eye because their attack on me and my wife proved to be a blessing, as you know from the last several issues of AIM.
Most important here, though, is that Anonymous makes it clear once more that in this forty year war between older and younger Americans, it is Christians like her and her pastor who have done the most to ensure that the young are still being tortured to death by the millions.


My good friend, the pro-abortion Pat Richards of “,” addresses one of our charges – legal child killing is African-American genocide. Pat denies it, of course, but look at what he writes:

“The facts: according to the pro-choice Alan Guttmacher Institute, the abortion rate for black women is almost five times that for white women and for Hispanics. I don’t know why that is true, but it is.”

I.e., sure it’s black genocide -- we just don’t know why.

Here are seven pro-death denials listed according to their frequency of use: 1) A young person is not killed in an abortion, 2) The young person who is slowly pulled apart feels no pain, 3) Legal abortion is not black genocide, 4) Some people kill others not for money but out of the goodness of their hearts, 5) Killing someone is humane because it saves her from an unhappy life, 6) After Roe the “back-alley abortion” did not move to the front of the alley, and 7) Our economic plight has nothing to do with the fact that we kill each other.

There are eight more. Can you name them?


Where did I post the start of this pro-force essay by Jimbo?

Better Than The Mafia

Even the most cynical, "experienced” and well-paid contract killer in the mafia has a thousand things to worry about that never enter the mind of the abortionist.
-- The mafia guy isn’t sure what time is the best, so he must stalk and plan. Not so, the abortionist. The Abortionist knows exactly when and where and how.
-- The mafia guy has to watch his back, make sure he gets paid, and watch out for retribution from friends and family of the victim. Not so the abortionist.

The Railroad Track

If we killed kids by lining them up on the municipal pier and
machine-gunning them into the water every day at high noon, maybe it'd be easier to see the imminence of the danger.
But because modern abortion is so hidden, denied, shielded with tons of politically correct horsecrap, and high tech, it takes a second but no more than 60 to fully realize how imminent the danger is to a child, especially when you add brainwashing, bullying, medical disinformation, trumped
up claims of risk to mother’s life or health and other forces shoving moms into a cattle slaughter gate.
For these reasons, let me put it this way: Suppose your four-year-old daughter was tied to a railroad track, by parties unknown. In a certain sense, once you see your daughter tied to the track, it doesn’t matter who the parties are, or their motives. The instant mandatory moral imperative goal is: cut her loose. NOW.
1. But suppose a mother or father were to see someone tie their daughter to the track? Can you seriously imagine that mother or father ignoring their daughter's danger, and instead going to remonstrate with the murderous fools who tied her down? And yet prolifers spend the vast majority of their time arguing with proven malicious fools. This is sinful. See: Proverbs, chapters 22-29.
Are you beginning to feel the urgency of the danger your daughter’s in, yet? (tbc)

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Receipt of this excellent missive notwithstanding, if you wish to be excluded from such blessings in the future, simply advise me.

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