Formerly Stop the Killing of Young People (skyp) and soon, perhaps, Stop Killing Preemies
February 3, 2012 Vol. 9 No. 14
PO Box 7424, Reading, PA 19603
Phone – 484-706-4375
Email – johndunk@ptd.net
Web – skyp1.blogspot.com
Circulation – 221
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. Rudolph, Eric 18282-058 US Pen. Max, Box 8500, Florence CO 81226-8500
12. Shannon, Rachelle 59755-065, FCI Waseca, Unit A, P.O. Box 1731, Waseca, MN 56093 3/31
13. 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
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I should complete “The New Abortion Providers” next issue. Here we find out where the money behind this new push to entrench baby killing for another forty years came from. And it came from, it come from . . . Warren Buffett, who is now resting in peace, or maybe not.
IN 1999, UTA LANDY, a former director of the National Abortion Federation, and Philip Darney, her husband and an OB-GYN professor at U.C.S.F., created the Kenneth J. Ryan Residency Training Program. The program gives medical schools two or three years of seed money for abortion training for OB-GYN residents. Through it, 58 campuses in the U.S. and Canada have received financing. Landy also directs the Family Planning Fellowship, with Jody Steinauer as the associate director.
When I e-mailed Landy in January to set up an interview, she wrote back that her policy is not to speak to the press. Steinauer explained that the organization fears that the publicity might scare away a university considering a Ryan or fellowship grant. Or it might spook the donor, other doctors told me.
The money for the Ryan and the Family Planning Fellowship comes from one foundation and from one family. The donor has chosen to remain anonymous, which helps to explain why there's been so little publicity about the pro-choice strategy of bringing abortion into academic medicine. It has been covered by a veil of semi secrecy.
At the same time, as the Ryan and the fellowship have expanded to dozens of institutions, many people have come to know about the source of funding. In the course of my reporting, two doctors who had not done the fellowship themselves, but who work in universities, volunteered to me that the money for the programs comes from the Buffett Foundation. They meant the Susan Thompson Buffett Foundation.
Susan Thompson Buffett was married to Warren Buffett and served as president of the foundation that bears her name. She died in 2004. Two years later, Warren Buffett gave the foundation about $3 billion. He said that he expected the gift to increase the foundation's annual expenditures by $150 million. And in fact, total giving by the foundation, where two of the Buffetts' children sit on the board, increased from $202 million in 2007 to $347 million in 2008, according to tax returns.
The tax records also show that most of the foundation's spending goes to abortion and contraception advocacy and research. According to Access Philanthropy, a research institute that focuses on the giving preferences of foundations and corporate donors, family planning is one of the Susan Thompson Buffett Foundation's main purposes. The foundation's nonprofit 990 tax form shows that in 2008, Planned Parenthood and its affiliates in the U.S. received about $45 million; the international arm of the organization got about $8 million. There is no line item for the Ryan program or the Family Planning Fellowship. But the foundation paid out around $50 million to universities with one or both of the programs.
Warren Buffett has never spoken publicly about his views on abortion. But in the 1990s, according to The Wall Street Journal, the Buffett Foundation helped finance the research and development of the pills that induce abortion. The foundation also helped finance a lawsuit to overturn the ban on so-called partial-birth abortion in Nebraska, Buffett's home state and the headquarters of his company, Berkshire Hathaway. (Susan Thompson Buffett moved from Omaha to San Francisco in 1977 but remained close to her husband. She took credit for introducing him to the woman he has lived with since 1978; the three sent out Christmas cards together.) In Thompson Buffett's only television interview, which was broadcast after her death, she told Charlie Rose: ''Warren feels that women all over the world get shortchanged. That's why he's so pro-choice.''
Buffett hasn't been a target of heated protest -- his plainspoken Midwestern persona and his enormous wealth may make him the wrong enemy for anti-abortion advocates. But in 2001, a right-wing activist named Thomas Strobhar showed up at Berkshire Hathaway's annual meeting with a shareholder resolution objecting to donations to Planned Parenthood, via a program that allowed shareholders to make gifts through the company to charitable organizations of their choice. Buffett ended the giving program two years later.
In 2006, Buffett announced his $3 billion gift to the foundation in a letter that's written in a kind of code. He and his late wife had established the foundation, he wrote, ''to focus intensely on important societal problems that had very limited funding constituencies.''
''You mean you didn't know Warren Buffett's foundation has been funding abortion-rights organizations?'' NPR reported at the time. ''Well, that's just the way the Buffetts wanted it.'' The Web sites for the Family Planning Fellowship and the Ryan program are also discreet. A private log-in is required to read more than basic information.
The foundation could have been straightforward about its work from the start. Instead, according to some doctors involved with the programs, a low profile eased the way for universities to sign on for the fellowship and the Ryan. Landy and others administrating the grant programs continue to express concerns about the implications of publicity (including this article). Buffett and Allen Greenberg, the director of the foundation, and Buffett's former son-in-law, declined to speak to me on the record.
And yet for all the anxiety about being in the spotlight, the surprising truth is that however embattled abortion remains in America at large, at the top of academic medicine, the structure built to support it looks secure. David Grimes, the researcher, is on the committee that chooses the Family Planning fellow at his university, and this year, he said, there were so many well-qualified candidates that they turned some down. Grimes surveys the terrain — the annual meetings with presentations of top-flight research, the schools where Medical Students for Choice and residency training and the Family Planning Fellowship are flourishing — and says with satisfaction: “A few things have happened to turn it all around. Thanks to the donor, I think it’s all here to stay.”
Medical schools that host the Ryan and the fellowship have, however, experienced the occasional protest. Last fall, an anti-abortion newsletter reported that the Family Planning Fellowship had come to Washington University in St. Louis. (In fact, the fellowship began there in 2007.) The author, Joe Ortwerth, posted the names and mailing addresses of key “decision makers,” including the chancellor and chairman of the board of Washington University. “You may wish to contact them to urge that they put an end to this shameful and insidious relationship with Planned Parenthood,” Ortwerth wrote. “Please pray for them as you send such messages that they will receive your communication with an open heart.” The newsletter later reported that the Family Planning Fellowship had posted on its Web site that Wash. U. was running the fellowship in collaboration with St. Louis University, a Catholic school.
In The St. Louis Post-Dispatch, St. Louis University denied any involvement. Washington University apologized for the mention of St. Louis University on the fellowship Web site. In a letter to the editor published in The Post-Dispatch, Ortwerth wrote, “It is shameful for Washington University to attempt to dignify the dirty business of abortion by awarding academic fellowships to future abortionists.”
The flap ended there, and Washington stuck with the fellowship. Still, such controversy isn’t welcome at most universities. (tbc)
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Stephen Jordi is due for release soon. He’ll be looking for work:
Hello...How are ya? Well...there's a verse that goes...If a man would not work, neither should he eat. I like to eat...a lot...therefore, If A=B, and B=C then C=A !
I'm going to be looking for work shortly, and wonder if anyone knows how I might get some, or 'extra' work ( work at home?) doing 'Patents '. In USP McQueary, Kentucky I used to do high-level patents, and was good at it. All the different departments used to fight over me to work for them. There was lots of extra overtime as I could work any or all the different aspects entailed in the work.
Anyway, is there a company out there that would hire me to do the same? I'm sure there is but I don't know the details...would there be a brick-and-mortar business or would they just send the patent paper files for me to correct and file electronically?
In related work there are medical forms that now get electronically formatted -- but I know little more then that this exists. I'm interested in any type of work ideas you might submit, but especially curious about the stay-at-home variety if it exists...tax preparation?
I'm groping for ideas now...I'm sure the patent idea would involve a refresher course and probably pay-per-page depending on the difficulty of the materials...but I'm guessing here. So, any ideas would be wonderfully received!
God bless ya! Stephen
Can any of you help Stephen?
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Jen Boulanger owns and runs the Allentown Women’s Center where young folks get pulled apart. Recently she placed this ad in the local paper:
Allentown Women's Center is looking for females or males in PA who are willing to share their personal abortion stories. AWC is working with the Women's Law Project and clergy members to educate PA lawmakers about what abortion is really like. Can you help? Call AWC Executive Director Jen Boulanger at 610-770-9077 ext. 11 or email her at jen@allentownwomenscenter.com. Share with friends too!
I answered the ad:
Hi Jen, a little girl and a little boy asked me to help them “share their personal abortion stories”:
Little Girl, Jen, I heard grinding, and I felt cold. My warm world left. I was exposed like outside naked in January. I couldn't breathe. The horrible wind pulled off my left arm. The horrible, horrible pain, oh, Jen, Jen. Then it pulled off my right arm and my legs, my legs. Jen, Jen, did you have anything to do with this?
Little Boy, Jen, I was living warm and happily when I heard this grinding sound. Then I felt a rush of cold air. Louder and louder and then the horrible wind tore off my left arm. Oh the pain, Jen, the pain. Then my right arm. That's all I remember. Later I learned that my legs got torn off too. Jen, did you have anything to do with this?
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The section of the Pat Richards’ essay from “abortion.ws” I am posting this issue is not typical. Pat is usually the calmest and most level-headed killers’ helper I’ve ever listened to. But here is his reaction to the recent burning down of the Pensacola baby killing mill:
What I can’t fathom, and what has bothered me for years, is do these idiots really think they are “saving babies?” Is it really abortion that they are targeting? Or are they just losers looking to get their names in the papers? I ask because, if they gave it any thought (which may be stretching it for them), they would realize that bombing an abortion clinic or killing an abortion doctor does not “save babies.” Sure that particular clinic may now be closed for a while but, guess what, those women who might have gone to that center will simply make an appointment at the OTHER center a few miles away. And if they blow that one up, the women will then travel over to Mobile and get an abortion.
The disappearance of an abortion facility does not stop abortion, it does not “save babies.” If these domestic terrorists say that’s why they did it, they’re full of it. They are just miscreants who are either totally delusional about how things work (a good possibility) or they are just looking to make a name for themselves within the anti-abortion movement. It’s all so sick.
Ninety-seven percent of us prolifers would have written that, if we were capable of writing that well. And it’s why for forty years we have been getting crushed in this war! We listen to what the enemy hates most about what we do, and we agree with him. The way to lose a war --- find out what your enemy hates and fears most, and do everything you can to make sure that nothing like it ever happens.
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After my son-in-law, Pat used to be my favorite killers’ helper. Now Todd Stave is. Todd hooked me up with hundreds of live ones. Most of them are killers’ helpers too, but that’s OK with me -- anything but the zombies who make up 98% of our population and who have no more interest in baby killing than in Beowulf. This exchange, initiated by Jeffrey Michael Gordon, between Scott Evans and Colin Flagstaff, live ones all, is typical:
John, I read your newsletter. Wow...you are batshit crazy. You should get a job instead of worrying what people do with their lives. It's kind of embarrassing. Don't worry though....I'll pray for you, Jeffrey
Hey Jeffrey, According to you, John shouldn't worry about what people do with their lives, so why are you worried about what John is doing with his life? That makes you a hypocrite. But then again, liberal pro-aborts wear hypocrisy as a badge of honor, don't they, Jeffrey. Scott
Actually Scott you are the hypocrite. You see, Scott, you are merely a cog in the right wing machine that needs to divide this country so that they can steal everything in sight, greed, gluttony, lust (for money), acedia, wrath (their tool and your main vice), pride, envy, vainglory all wrapped up in a right wing package. What ever became of, patience, kindness, humility, temperance and charity, so you see you really are the hypocrite; but of course you have no ears. As long as we are fighting each other we never notice the mayhem and so you are not fighting for god, you are fighting on the other side, but of course you have no sight and no grace and no humility, just like the one that you say fell from heaven.
I wrote this last month but it is time it is time to send it again.
Have you seen a child torn apart by a land mine or a left over cluster bomb. Are you standing outside of Raytheon or General Dynamics protesting? Do you protest outside of arms factories whose weapons destroy nations, families, children, lives? Have you seen children dying slowly of starvation while poor nations buy weapons with precious funds, US companies with the help of government contracts and treaties being the largest arms dealers in the world. Across the world 3 billion people go hungry every day while commodity traders on Wall Street, Hong Kong and London drive up prices of food stuffs to make an arbitrage profit for super-rich clients who don't even need the money. 1% of the world's population owns 87% of the world's assets. And this economic elite use wedge groups such as anti-abortion radicals to keep the world in confusion, people fighting each other, rather than working together to make the world a better place. These groups are being used by evil elements to create dissension so that they can go on with their elite agenda which creates suffering. Still seems topical. Colin
Colin, You wrote, "Actually Scott you are the hypocrite. You see, Scott, you are merely a cog in the right wing machine that needs to divide this country so that they can steal everything in sight, greed, gluttony, lust (for money), acedia, wrath (their tool and your main vice), pride, envy, vainglory all wrapped up in a right wing package."
Oh, so that's why I'm so fabulously wealthy. :sarcasm:
Hey, I'm only one person. I can't protest everywhere. Can you?
So let me ask you this simple question, Colin. Is it always wrong to intentionally kill a baby? Please don't expound unless you precede your explanation by answering "Yes" or "No" first.
Scott, you are about absolutes and having solid answers, you seem to fear the mystery that is creation. People who are about absolutes are not concerned with other people, they are only concerned with themselves, that is implied. So as much as you say you are doing this for Jesus or God, you are really doing it for yourself. You are doing it to imbue yourself with the power that you need to survive in a mysterious world. You are in this respect much like the Satan myth in your book. You do not trust your God so you fall to earth and try to do what you believe God should do.
This is what you wrote: So let me ask you this simple question, Colin. Is it always wrong to intentionally kill a baby? Please don't expound unless you precede your explanation by answering "Yes" or "No" first.
I am not allowed to 'expound' and I must answer the question in the format you provide. To suit your agenda! Who are you? What authority do you come with that you believe you can tell those you interact with, how they must respond. It must feel good to believe you are that holy. 'They have made themselves into Gods.'
If you could understand the long term damage your type of irrationality does to the religion that you say you love, you would desist.
Answer: no it is not always wrong to kill a baby, there are circumstances where the health of the mother predominates.
You are possessed and it makes me wonder why and what power is advantaged by your slavery. You are living in a never ending hell. I am living in a garden, a world flawed but tolerable.
Colin, I'm about absolutes because God is about absolutes. Creation is not a mystery except for the fact I don't know how God did it, but I know He did, and when He said, "Thou shall not murder," he meant it.
So who are you to get your feathers so ruffled over a simple request? When someone answers "Yes" or "No" before explaining his answer, it helps to clarify where he is coming from. So thank you for doing so.
You answered, "no it is not always wrong to kill a baby, there are circumstances where the health of the mother predominates." I actually said to "intentionally" kill a baby, but at any rate, here is my reply:
Are you talking about the mother's mental health? Babies are actually murdered for that reason sometimes. If you meant the mother's physical health, please look up Denver Bronco quarterback Tim Tebow's story. By your standards, he would have been killed in his mother's womb. There are millions of children who have been murdered under the guise of the health of the mother. The fact is, doctors are wrong all the time about the health of the mother and the health of the preborn baby.
When there is a difficult pregnancy, neither the mother nor the baby should be targeted for death. The doctor finds himself with two patients and he or she should do everything she can to save both. If it comes to the critical juncture that the mother will die unless something is done, then the baby should be delivered and if the baby dies, then it's a tragedy that couldn't be avoided. But the baby should never be intentionally killed.
So the fact remains, they are babies and it's always wrong to intentionally kill a baby.
By the way, Colin, your personal attacks targeted at me are a complete waste of your time. I couldn't care less what your opinion of me is. Believe it or not, I don't live for Colin, I live for the Creator who saved me from my sins.
Scott, It was not a request, it was a command. You demand that the argument is on your terms. This is a well known debate tactic in which you set up the debate so that all answers fit your pre-designed answers based not on reflection but on your insistence that you are right and everyone else is wrong. So what's the need for God if there is Scott and Scott is never wrong People who live by absolutes do it so that they can rule over other people. They say they believe in God but they actually want to be God. They say it is 'revealed' to them in books and then they shoot doctors, fly planes into buildings, and lock people up in concentration camps, all the while explaining that they are fulfilling God's will. They attack people all day long but when someone shows the logical inconsistencies in their position suddenly they are the victims. The main problem with your conceptual view of how people should live is -- people. People end up getting in the way of the authoritarian, absolutist, dogmas and so as the story plays out, people must be destroyed; an example is Revelation, the natural outcome of the turning from the peaceful teachings of Jesus to the power politics of Paul.
This is not pro-life, this is pro-Scott. We know where this leads and that is one of the reasons we push back on anti-abortion groups and are pro-choice. Once you take control over a woman's body, you will feel empowered to take control over the life of all people. Since the Enlightenment, we understand that absolutes are code for authoritarianism seeking their own power. That is; Satan.
If you could understand that your use of religion in your desire to build up you self esteem, by feeding into your need of certainty demeans religion and turns people away from faith. If there were a god, I am sure that this god would not be happy about you ignoring the graceful workings of the creation and exploiting the divisions between people for your own aggrandizement.
'They have made themselves into Gods'
Colin, It was a command? Under the threat of what, exactly? 50 lashes with a wet noodle? What's wrong with requesting a yes or no answer before elaborating? And what's wrong with giving a yes or no answer before elaborating? You're sure in a tizzy over something so minor.
You said, "People who live by absolutes do it so that they can rule over other people." Colin, is that absolutely true? If so, then you live by absolutes as well. If not, then it's just your personal opinion and may not be true.
They say it is 'revealed' to them in books. Which books? If they say the Bible, then they don't know the Bible. So no one should read anything in case they interpret what they read incorrectly? No one who has murdered a doctor, flown planes into buildings, or locked people up in concentration camps has fulfilled God's will. No one who harms the innocent fulfills God's will. And people who read we evolved from nothing and there is nothing after death are affected by what they read as well, as evidenced by the epidemic of murder suicides our world is experiencing. They are actually correctly interpreting what they read, even though what they are reading are all lies. Ideas have consequences.
If there is no foundation how we as human beings are to live, then everyone does what is right in his own eyes such as making up the lie that a woman has control over her own body. So what about the separate body within her body with the 46 separate chromosomes and the separate DNA and often the different sex? That's not her body, it's her baby's body. A helpless, innocent body with a soul and a spirit who doesn't deserve to be murdered any more than the mother does.
So let me ask you this question, Colin: Is it absolutely wrong for a man to rape a woman (tbc)
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Here’s a continuation of the Paul Ross Evans drama. Paul is at work just after the bomb was discovered that he’d planted to destroy the baby killing mill.
Just when I began to semi-relax I located a local Austin news webpage where the story was beginning to break. A worker at the abortion clinic had somehow stumbled upon the package on her way into work that afternoon around lunch. Emergency crews responded to the scene in full force after protocol was followed and all of the government agencies in charge of such situations were alerted. As I had personally witnessed, the scene outside of the clinic was complete mayhem, and many other local news stations were getting wind of the breaking story. The bomb squad was on the scene at the moment deploying a robot to inspect the package which appeared to have protruding wires and pipes. A section of Highway 35 had now been shut down. I alerted my co-workers and the few customers who were in the shop then of what I had discovered on the internet. I was totally and completely nervous all over again, and as I got up to go smoke a cigarette and collect my nerves, I noticed a customer say "It always seems to happen somewhere else, somewhere far off, something like this." As I walked outside I do remember it was an extremely windy moment out in front of the tattoo shop as I attempted to light my cigarette.
Sooner or later my favorite co-worker joined me outside of the shop, and she had a look of confusion. I almost told her right there that I was the one responsible for placing the bomb outside of the abortion clinic, and I intended to never go back to prison ever again. I had confided in her many times concerning terrible situations I had encountered as a young man incarcerated in the Texas Department of Corrections, and I felt as if she was the only person who knew that I was really struggling to make a new life for myself in Austin, besides my family. We talked, and she smoked with me, and I soon departed to go back inside and research the internet webpages once more for any further media coverage. At this stage, the story had broken through to all Austin-based News stations and their websites, as well as all other Texas news pages. I sat at the computer in a total daze and witnessed with my own eyes the story reach Google, Yahoo, MSN, CNN, FOX, NBC, and CBS, as well as appearing (AP news) on the Post and the Times webpages. Later it made International news on that first day, and I watched it with a complete sense of surprise. I walked down the street to a Pizza Restraint and picked up a vegan pizza for my co-worker Jill. As I strolled along the sidewalk along South Congress Avenue I searched every stranger’s eyes with the suspicion of them working for the Federal government. When I returned with the pizza I called my wife at our apartment. She asked me if there was a possibility of leaving work early as she really missed me after our wonderful day hiking outdoors. I told her that I was already planning to leave early, as the tattoo shop was surprisingly slow. I told her that I would be home soon. I then informed my other co-workers that I had just spoken to my wife, she was very ill, and she needed me to come home if possible and help watch our son. They all had no problem with that, and told me to go on home and have a great night. When I left I was so dizzy and nervous that I almost vomited in the alley next to our shop. I drove, of course, next to the abortion clinic once more, and in the peculiarity of the night, I could see the dim lights of the emergency crews still on the scene. I put in a C.D. usually on my drive home from work, smoked cigarettes, and blared the radio. On this night I drove in complete and utter silence, with the windows down and a cool breeze gently grazing my face. My thoughts were on my family and the future.
My mother-in-law's birthday was the following day, and when I arrived home, my wife wanted to go to the market to pick up the ingredients to make cupcakes for her mother. She was also planning to drive to San Antonio and take them to her, along with a present she had purchased for her weeks before. I suggested that we rent some movies as well, which she was agreeable to.
As we left I told her that I had discovered on the internet earlier someone had attempted to bomb the abortion clinic on Highway 35. I jokingly told her "Look, it wasn't me I swear. I was with you and our little guy all day long."
Little did she know, I had left the bomb there the previous day on my way home from work and that the detonator failed to work properly, or rather one of the wires pulled loose in transition, causing the circuit of electrical charge to become incomplete. It had sat beside this car all night. I later found out it belonged to a patient. A woman who received an abortion there had been so drugged, and surely emotionally unstable, that when she left, she decided to just leave her car outside of the clinic for a few days. Some of her family knew about the abortion, some didn't at the time. They all did now.
We arrived at the movie rental store first. We rented a lot of movies. Some of them my wife had seen, all of them I had seen.
The titles included Seven, starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman, Good Will Hunting, starring Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, and Robin Williams, A Bronx Tale, starring Robert DeNiro, and a comedy in which Will Farrell played an I.R.S. agent. I carried the bag of movies into the supermarket with us as my wife shopped for all of the ingredients which were necessary for her cooking. I remember she took an excessive amount of time locating a specific type of shampoo. The boy was running wild around the store, and we were sort of playing hide-and-seek between the isles. Usually I frowned on this type of behavior. Weeks before I had given him a spanking because we were in a store and he ran off from me and hid after I warned him that we were not in a very nice neighborhood, and I wanted him to stay close to me. But this night I did not mind him acting up. I played right along, and to his surprise, he had a playmate instead of a father for the night. After my wife paid for everything, we were on our way out to the car. I still had the movies in my hand, and my wife exclaimed "Shit! I have to go back. I forgot the little paper wrappers for the cupcakes." Then she said "Sorry." She wasn't sorry that she had forgotten something; she knew that I was a very patient and kind man to her. She said "sorry" because we had lately been putting in a real effort to stop using curse words in front of the child. He was learning new words, and fast, and he especially tried to imitate his heroes: her and me. I told her "No worries. I'll take the little guy to the car, get him in his car seat, and we will wait on you."
I grabbed her bags, and gave the little guy a light weight bag to carry so he could feel important arid useful. As we arrived at the car, and I threw in all of the bags, chucked little man into his car seat and strapped him in, I heard a loud thunder. When I looked up I saw a black military style helicopter with the word “POLICE’ etched on the bottom. The chopper banked right, and then flew off into the distance. This was unsettling. However, I convinced myself that it did not involve me and I was acting paranoid. As my wife was still inside the store, I decided to drive, and when she returned we were waiting. On the way home we listened to her new C.D. from her favorite band, and mine at the time, too. All of a sudden we jumped at a loud "BANG". We both began to ask each other if we had hit something, or if there was a flat. We were close to home, so we continued up the exit, and approached a stop light. The car seemed fine. As we drove the last mile home no troubles were encountered whatsoever.
We had wonderful night. We researched the internet on the actual expenses and legalities of living in Ireland. I had recently convinced my wife that this country was a cesspool of total debauchery and that we should leave as soon as possible. She was surprisingly up for this adventure, Of course we will have to save up some money first, and make sure the boy had everything he needed, as always. She always put him first, and I adored her for that. She was an excellent mother, and it was one of the things that initially attracted me to her. I met her as a patient at a brain injury hospital where she worked, as she was a member the direct care staff of nurses there. I was in love with her immediately.
We watched movies all night.
We discussed her dropping me off at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting that I was mandated to attend as a parolee from Texas State prison. She would then make the hour and a half drive to San Antonio to visit her mother for her birthday with our son, and come back in time to pick me up from work late.
We dozed off into a deep slumber after I looked out of the bedroom window and wondered about my future, yet again.
The day seemed unusually quiet that morning. I can't remember if I had a chance to smoke a Marlboro, but considering that I normally did as soon as I woke up and brushed my teeth, I would bet that I did. It was around noon when we all excited the house. I carried a N.I.V. Bible that my mother had given me, along with a tattoo design of a huge eagle I intended to tattoo my wife with the following day. As we walked up the stairs outside of the apartment, I felt very odd. I walked up right behind my son, and my wife followed. As we approached the car, we looked down simultaneously at the back right tire which was flat. "I knew it!" said my wife. At that very moment every branch of the Federal government (besides the post office) swooped up to the front of the parking area at my apartment complex. The agents from the F.B.I, led, along with an agent from the A.T.F. They wore the usual dark-blue-with-yellow-lettered vests, and carried M16 assault rifles. I thought about running for a split second, but I heard my son scream, and run instinctively to his mother. I looked at them and then at myself, or thought of my position rather. I was afraid that if I ran, or took off running immediately, the agents would shoot, miss me, and hit one of them with a stray bullet.
I placed my Bible on top of the car, along with my hands. (tbc)
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Abortion is Murder, 9-13, February 2, 2012
Formerly Stop the Killing of Young People (skyp) and soon, perhaps, Stop Killing Preemies
February 2, 2012 Vol. 9 No. 13
PO Box 7424, Reading, PA 19603
Phone – 484-706-4375
Email – johndunk@ptd.net
Web – skyp1.blogspot.com
Circulation – 201
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, $400 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. Rudolph, Eric 18282-058 US Pen. Max, Box 8500, Florence CO 81226-8500
12. Shannon, Rachelle 59755-065, FCI Waseca, Unit A, P.O. Box 1731, Waseca, MN 56093 3/31
13. 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
It’s conclusive. If any of you are threatened, because of your particularly unwelcome but legal prolife activities, with being visited at home by pro-deathers, it’ll never happen. I will vouch for it.
One particular activity the deathers find especially annoying is my standing outside their homes with an aborted baby poster or with my “A KILLER LIVES HERE sign. I’ve been doing that sporadically since 1970 and they hate it. Their ultimate threat has always been to visit me. Never happens.
Todd Stave of Voice of Choice went all out. He gathered five hundred or so killers’ helpers to plead with me to stop and then to threaten me with home visits if I didn’t. I let them all know immediately that I was not stopping, and now, almost two months later, not a single deather has shown up.
So, prolifers, you will know you are doing something effective when the deathers begin threatening to visit you at home. Don’t worry about it, though. It’s all talk.
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I continue here with the militant Christian’s journey from idea to reality:
This thing needed to be done. These people should be taught a simple lesson. How dare they so boldly kill? They need to be aware that even if they do not believe in God, the citizens of this country who still do hold them responsible for their treachery.
I headed toward the entrance of the clinic with the bomb in-hand and my black hood pulled over my head. As I previously conducted reconnaissance, I determined that the surveillance cameras mounted on the abortion clinic faced the south side of the building. I parked and approached from the north.
For a building along the side of a major interstate, the neighborhood seemed quiet, and it unsettled me. My blood boiled with rage as I walked steadily carrying an explosive device. I neared a foot bridge at the entrance of the building, and I stood next to a dark blue car. I determined that it belonged to the abortionist, a security guard, or someone working late hours cleaning blood-stained instruments or involved in child corpse disposal. My mind was truly a collage of rage, hatred, and fear. My stomach was tight and I sweated heavily. I placed the bomb next to this car on the ground. I figured the bomb would surely destroy the car, and the shrapnel of nails added would heavily damage the entrance of the building, putting the clinic out of commission for a time. The bomb package was top-heavy because more than two pounds of assorted nails put extra weight on the top portion of the explosive. As I let it go, it tipped over and then rocked back upright like a child's rocking horse.
I fled the parking area, got into my wife's car, and drove away.
During the ride home headed North on Interstate Highway 35, my mind was a mixture of accomplishment and fear. This fear pulsed through my veins like the blood that kept me alive, and it confused me. Every single person knew what I had attempted, or so I thought, and every passing car was an emergency vehicle responding to the scene of the crime. The timer I set on the bomb was for 35-40 minutes, and I felt every tick/tock of the clock even though I was on the other side of town. I stopped into a local supermarket and was still so shaken that I forgot to grab a shopping cart, and ended up carrying up more items than I could realistically handle back up to an excruciatingly long line. The items I carried in-hand consisted of a green pea salad with mayonnaise, a diced Italian sub, drinks, a dozen Roses, and a plastic bag filled with toy soldiers. I just had to get a gift for my little best friend as well, my wife's son.
As I walked inside the 1000 square foot apartment my wife and I had rented, I was greeted with affection, especially at the sight of “the Gift Bearer." Later I journeyed outside to smoke cigarettes from time-to-time. I felt an air of coolness and precarious unease. The truth of the matter was that I already missed my family
The next day my wife, our son, and I set out for a fun-filled day at "The Wild Basin," a huge hiking/camping ground deep in what is called the Texas Hill Country, just outside of Austin. Recently we had discovered a beautiful waterfall deep inside the forest. We felt that it belonged to us alone. I look back now, and I remember that I felt very vulnerable that day as we all three sat with our bare feet submerged in the water at the base of the waterfall. The tranquility of that afternoon was absolutely beautiful, in comparison to what I was to witness later that evening on my way to work.
After we all got something to eat, and showered, I departed for work at a downtown tattoo shop on South Congress Avenue.
When I approached the exit for the abortion clinic, I was amazed. There was a plethora of authority figures, and emergency personnel everywhere. I couldn't believe my eyes. I think that I was almost as surprised as everyone else witnessing this. I remember not wanting to look directly at the clinic for fear that all of the agents of the Federal government at the scene could read my thoughts, intentions, or hatred from the highway. I casually drove around the scene and exited the highway on the Oltorf exit. I then continued on to work downtown, and pulled up in front of the tattoo shop.
I parked on the street, which was abnormal considering that the street was usually crowded, and I strolled inside. All of my co-workers said their usual hellos and expressed wonder at what I had seen on my way to work. I knew that it would seem out of the ordinary if I didn't express interest in the goings-on I had just passed on the highway.
My favorite co-worker (a pro-choice advocate) who was tattooing a customer at the time, expressed an interest as well. I sat down at our work computer close to the front entrance to the shop, and I began to "surf the Internet" for any information concerning these matters. I also began to loosen up some, and the constant paranoia seemed to subside momentarily. I took my eyes off of the computer screen for a moment and began to stare at the black and blue checkered floor which I shined, stripped, and buffed weekly.
My least favorite co-worker, a male chauvinist pig of a man who seemed to think that he was God's gift to the world, made a comment that surely made me feel safer and certainly aware of the fact that no one knew what I had attempted to do, but me. He exclaimed, while tattooing a female customer who he was surely flirting with, " These idiots who do this sort of thing attempt to kill others who they say are killing babies. That makes no sense to me."
Little did he realize that he had just made me feel a whole lot more comfortable because it was apparent to me at that moment he had no idea that the "idiot" sat right in front of his eyes staring at him with intense hatred.
It will take several more issues to complete Paul Ross Evans’ remarkable account of his attack on child killing.
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As you probably know by now, Neal Horsley is hoping to turn Georgia into the first pro-life state. Neal calls the organization he is forming to accomplish this the “Army of God.” Go to horsleyforgovernor.com for details.
Brad-Marcy Riegg also has a plan to end legal child killing. Go to makeabortionillegal to see Brad’s plan, “Blueprint”:
Brad, Neal, I still believe that the Blueprint idea has the best likelihood of winning this war. I just need to get better exposure for it, because thus far its exposure has been very minimal. So far, all who have viewed it have either signed up or simply ignored it. None have presented a good refutation of its merits.
I do not believe the AoG strategy is best, because it relies on the threat of the use of a much inferior force (a single state's weaponry) to fight off a superior force (the US Military, et al), and that without even the advantage of surprise. I think most people will either see this weakness on its face and realize that this strategy will win the war, or they will object to it purely because it threatens the use of force, as has been seen from most activists who have seen it thus far.
The Blueprint relies on moral superiority and non-violent tactics, neither of which would be objectionable to the above mentioned camps. I think MLK Jr. was on to something, and what he learned applies aptly to our present situation.
I do not want to sign my name to the AoG plan, because if that were found out it might jeopardize my ability to help with the Blueprint strategy, or any other non-violent strategy in the future.
Neal, I see, I think you misunderstand the AOG strategy. Before there is a threat of even "much inferior force" there would have to be a period of confrontation that does not rely on the use of force at all but on the use of verbal conflict of rising dimensions, of acrimony similar to the rising acrimony between slaveholders and abolitionists before the Civil War. The AOG strategy as stated would result in that period of rising argument were Christians willing to associate with it. Which I think explains why they--you--aren't willing to associate with the AOG strategy and find reasons that have nothing to do with our stated plans but rely on a layer of false analysis of what the strategy actually entails. Specifically, where you say, "...it relies on the threat of the use of a much inferior force (a single state's weaponry) to fight off a superior force (the US Military, et al)".
The video is an example of the fact that we are not relying on the threat of the use of force except as a last resort after many steps have failed to find compromise with the baby butchers. But you and all the rest of the pro-life Christians are not even willing to take this argument to the point of anger. From my point of view, it is the refusal to find the means of taking the argument to the point of real anger, where acrimony becomes public and virulent that is the evidence this generation of Christian pro-lifers lie when they say they think the unborn are people.
At best the unborn are abstractions of people to pro-life Christians. And at worse pro-life Christians don't believe they are people at all.
How can the truth be otherwise, Brad? Even a woman would display anger if her child was being murdered, much less a man of God.
Anyway, thank you for the insight. I had suspected all along that you were unwilling to be seen to associate with real anger in defense of the babies. I'm glad I found a way to make this clear.
So go ahead with your reasoned calm political actions as the babies are being ripped limb from limb. Me, I'll continue to be angry, and look for people who will help me express it.
Brad, Thank you for your email. I understand the AOG strategy very well. I fully understand, and understood before, everything that you wrote in your email. And, I still see the AOG's strategy as having the same flaws that I mentioned before, principally that the AOG is relying on the threat of using an inferior force. It does not matter that the threat of force is presented as a last resort; it's still there, all the same, and it is that threat of military force that is the hand in the boxer's otherwise lifeless glove. The AOG strategy is only as strong as the strength of force that backs it up, which is to say, not much and not enough. If you had, resting in the wings, if necessary to use, greater military strength than the US has, then the strategy might very well work. But, you do not.
That being the case, if you were to ground your strategy in moral, not military, force, then you might also win, and I would support your strategy without reservation. The reason your strategy would possibly work by having moral force as its ultimate resort is because your moral strength would be superior to that of the US. Your moral high ground would expose the government's moral bankruptcy and hypocritical blood-lust.
Again, the only reason that relying on military force wrecks your strategy is because the AOG's potential military strength is weaker than that of the US. Only a foolish, inexperienced, bantam weight boxer would enter the ring with Mohammad Ali. The conclusion would be foregone. And, this analogy does not do justice to the disparity of power between an AOG controlled state and the US military, not at all. A better analogy might be that of Tibet threatening the Chinese with the use of force.
On the other hand, if the AOG were to adopt a non-violent, MLK Jr. strategy, the far superior moral strength it would then possess could expose the immorality of the federal government and its hollow, worldly powers. Then, the AOG might readily succeed, not only for one US state, but for all 50.
What your original email request did was to push me to crystallize and clarify precisely why the AOG strategy will fail, so long as it retains the ill-conceived moorings of a too-weak military force.
I am prayerful that the Lord Holy Spirit will help you to see this vital point, as He has now done for me. You have a genius for understanding and articulating the essence and horror of this bloodbath in which we find ourselves. You have taught me so very much and I hope that I can show you just the one main point, if none other, of this email, because your energy, acumen and courage are more than needed
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The many killers’ helpers Todd Stave connected me with are a Godsend. I eagerly anticipate their emails, like the following (my response in parentheses):
Dear John Dunkle, Thank you for the Newsletter. (You're welcome.)
Our moral authority arises from our Christian faith, which requires non-violence, forgiveness and understanding. (But does not forbid using force. Christ used force.)
What would Jesus do? (Since he used a weapon to chase those who were desecrating the temple, he'd do something more forceful to those who were tearing apart young people, an infinitely worse attack on Peace and Order -- God.)
First, there appears to be an air of mystery regarding the word “force”. From your newsletter: “I’d also like to hear from those prolifers and pro-deathers who call force violence.” The dictionary definition is clear - force is defined as “physical coercion; violence: to use force to open the window; to use force on a person.” (bad definition -- is it violent to force open the window? Try a different dictionary. My suggestion, "Webster's New World." And what about this – if someone approaches you with a knife to kill you, he is violent. If you grab a bat to defend yourself, you are forceful.)
Why do you feel the need to hear from people? (They're so much better than dictionaries.)
Let us remove this air of mystery – force is defined as violence, and is a criminal act – assault -- when used or threatened upon another person. (see above.)
Second, your newsletter contains much anger -- words such as gestapo and torture in your opening paragraph. (right)
These are not Christian words. (wrong)
The search for preventing abortions is a search for better life choices and providing to the needy. (nonsense)
If you truly seek the Christian path, then we will find you providing parental planning and birth-adoption services to women in need. (Uh, oh, here come the orders.)
How many women in need have you provided birth-adoption services to? (thousands)
God be with you, (you too)
And remember when we both thought they’d got me when they tracked down my wife?
Todd, I'll bet you didn't anticipate this either: Margaret is actually enjoying the letters she receives from your killers' helpers!
Here's one (it's typical) that arrived Friday:
Dear Margaret: Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas. Thousands are praying for you and your husband that he will stop destroying your and other families, harassing women seeking healthcare, and bullying clinic workers!
I am happy to report, that God has heard our prayers! God and Jesus are sad and are asking John to stop terrifying and harming women and blackening their names in women's hearts. So this season we pray for peace on earth, good will to men and women, and happy holidays. May the scales fall from John's eyes that he can use all that extra energy and time to please you and not chase other women.
Don't you love that unique last sentence? At any rate, Margaret is pleased. I can tell because of the way she refers to these letters at family gatherings.
They have no return addresses or signatures. Otherwise, I bet she'd reply -- any port in a storm, as they say, and just on the chance they're sincere. Hard to tell, ain't it. JD
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Jimbo’s latest Stacy&Hutch episode, “Red Zone II,” continues. It’s 2 a.m. and a cop has them cornered in a vacant lot:
They made their little foray into outraged/righteous taxpayer, but now, they are standing, with the cop, on one side of the Thin Blue Line, while hanging on his every word as he protects them and points out the Bad Guys, over there
S&H rolled with it. They had nothing to lose but your pride.
To make a Sir Galahad, there has to be a maiden in distress, somewhere.
You’re either that, or a criminal. Go with the maiden, S&H would say.
All encounters with strangers must resolve, one way or another. For animals it’s fight or flight. With cops it’s you can turn your back on these ones, they won’t harm my hometown and family, or, it’s further investigation/arrest.
This is not the Droid You Seek, it’s the idea you want to go through our interlocutor’s mind, just like Alec Guinness did in Star Wars.
Try This For Size: Cops Are Guardian Angels
For tried and true anti-management, anti-establishment types like S&H, and let’s face it, it takes at least a little bit of minute-man, lover of grass-rots country over Elites, that makes a good tag team, this Guardian Angel sentiment is enough to make them “blow their beets into the snow” (Jim Varrey).
But the curious , paradoxical thing about it is that, as their trust of God (not government in se) began to increase, S&H realized that according to His sense of humor, or economy, they seemed to run into a cop at least once every time they went tagging, but never in flagrante delicti.
It was almost as if God were trying to remind them, yeah, by all means be clever and disciplined, but remember, I will give the increase.
Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it.
(I’m remembering the melody of the Keith Green song with these words, as I wrote this – By the way, Survivors, did you get a copy of “With Ears to Hear” and “No Compromise” by Keith? Hurry up!)
S&H found themselves calming down the more they prayed.
They believed in a general sense that God was on their side, but with time, they found that they could never go tagging without a sense of peace, specifically about this switch, this town, this time. And He did the reminding with humble, bumblers, “Let me see if I can get this straight, you’re . . . what? Small town cops --once it even happened to hang in the middle of the Red Zone (3:45 AM) in an alleyway right behind an exchange with wet stencils and spray paint cans in plain view in the back of the car, which the cop swept over with his flashlight.
The cop calmly told them how to find the interstate.
S&H even thought that maybe he’d figured it out, and played dumb himself, or even said to himself, this is not the Lindbergh kidnapping. This is not the Grassy Knoll in Dallas. These are not the Droids I seek.
Either way, they praised God, and never took Him for granted. Never. And He always kept the cops away at the magic instant when it really counted. Always.
Brother Andrew
Readers familiar with the writings of
Brother Andrew, the much blessed smuggler of Bibles into Russia, will know exactly what S&H are talking about. Many many times, the border police would be blinded to “contraband” Bibles right in front of their eyes. Brother Andrew got in the habit of putting one Bible in plain view every time he crossed a border, just as his way of saying, “I rely on You, Lord.”
P.S. Sad to relate but it’s very much easier to move around in this decayed culture, when everyone is drunk, drugged, watching TV (about the same thing) or doing any one of a hundred other compulsive behaviors that divorce themselves from a normal sensorium, one possessed by any Medieval peasant or his d-o-g that hears a bump in the night.
After a little while S&H made fewer and fewer bumps in the night. Plus, as gas got higher in the late 70’s oil crisis, small town cops started cutting down on patrols.
It was a cultural crisis that brought about the abuse of labor by management, but the same crisis brought some perks which made the work easy and light, especially for someone willing to pray a lot and use a little guts, guts well within the reach of anyone. Every man or Every woman, willing to pray and obey.
Next up: Donuts, State Borderlines, Casino towns, Frontier towns, Rand McNally ghost cyberspace, Yellow pages, and stuff like that (. . . it’s a snap after the cops).
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I mistakenly began reposting “The New Abortion Providers,“ but decided to continue anyway: The new one we’re dealing with here is the Catholic, Emily Godfrey:
Godfrey spent the two years of her Family Planning Fellowship at the University of Rochester, where she did enough abortions to “train to competency," the term for doing a sufficient number of supervised abortions to be fully qualified to do the procedure alone. The rate of complication for first-trimester abortions that require hospitalization is so low (fewer than 1 in 100) that doctors often have to do the procedure scores of times to learn what to do when something goes wrong.
Godfrey also went to Nicaragua and Mexico to learn about those countries' reproductive-health services and to the World Health Organization in Geneva to do research. Now she's publishing W.H.O. data on using the IUD, inserted after unprotected sex, as emergency contraception. (It works surprisingly well, though it's not yet entirely clear how.) The fellowship's international component means that young doctors see the kind of suffering that their predecessors saw in the U.S. before Roe. "In Kenya, a woman came with a stick hanging out of her,'' says one doctor whose fellowship took her to Africa so she could train nurses to treat complications from illegal abortions. “You bring in this inexpensive, reusable equipment to places without electricity or running water, and you teach nurses to use it, and you save women's lives."
The first fellowship-trained doctors mostly took jobs in cities that were already flush with abortion providers — San Francisco, New York, Boston. Now positions in those places are filled, and the fellowship alums, who number more than 20 per year, are spreading out. In Chicago and even Rochester, there isn't one lone fellowship-trained physician. There are clusters. They go out for drinks together. Nationally, the fellows have annual meetings and an e-mail list on which they ask one another's advice. "More than anything, what's hard about this work is that there aren't a lot of people you can talk to about it," says Sunni, a colleague of Godfrey's and a 40-year-old OB-GYN whose parents immigrated to the United States from South Asia. "That's probably the most important thing we do for each other."
Godfrey and Sunni (who asked to be identified by a nickname to protect her privacy) have known each other since they met eight years ago when they were both fellows. The three of us had lunch together in April. Godfrey talked about the first job she took after she finished her fellowship and went back to Chicago. While she looked for a position on a medical-school faculty, she worked one day a week at an abortion clinic 90 miles away in the northern Illinois town of Rockford. The doctors there were the only providers within miles.
The owner of the Rockford clinic was Richard Ragsdale, a Vietnam veteran who'd opened his doors the day after Roe v. Wade was decided. The first time Godfrey came to work, Ragsdale wasn't there. A nurse showed Godfrey old-fashioned metal instruments that she'd never seen before. Godfrey made do as best she could. Before she could come back to meet Ragsdale the following week, he died. "They, called me, and asked, 'Are you our doctor now?'" she rernembered over lunch.
For the next two years, Godfrey drove, to Rockford one day a week. Once she prescribed birth control for her first patient, everyone in town knew her as the new abortion doctor. Protesters surrounded her when she walked into the clinic. One day, a clinic resident left his lunch in the car and said he'd rather be hungry than go back to get it. Godfrey tried to act tougher than she felt, but the work wore on her.
Meanwhile, an OB-GYN in his 60s started working at the clinic, and his unruffled calm seemed like a rebuke. "The older docs — those guys knew how to stand on their own two feet," she said. "He was immune to everything. But emotionally, for me, it was too hard."
And then one snowy day in 2007, Godfrey had a patient with a serious complication who needed to go to the hospital. She called the OB-GYN who was supposed to be on call. He was out of town. She called Sunni, who told her to get the patient to the local hospital. But Godfrey had no admitting privileges there, and the doctor on call seemed unwilling to admit the patient. "She said, 'How dare you come here,'" Godfrey remembered. She looked down at her salad, her face flushed.
"You were really put there all alone," Sunni said.
Godfrey nodded'. "Yeah, I remember you said that," Godfrey said. "And I was like, God, you're right." Godfrey called George Tiller, the veteran abortion provider who was later killed at his Kansas church in 2009 to ask his advice. He told her to call an ambulance and send the patient to the hospital.
Godfrey did, and the woman was admitted; she got the care she needed, and in the end she was fine. But Godfrey was shaken. So was Sunni, who told us about a dream she had after that tense day about Godfrey going back to Rockford. "The clinic got destroyed somehow. I saw you in the rubble, still working. And I said: 'This is ridiculous! Come home!'"
A year later, Godfrey stopped going to Rockford. By then she had started at the University of Illinois as an assistant professor of family medicine. This is the job that allows her to be an abortion provider with "a normal life," as she puts it. "You know what, I'm a single woman who still wants to get married," she says. "I will not be flying and driving around rural Midwest America. I'm not willing to be out On that frontier," (tbc)
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The Pat Richards’ essay I’m choosing to post this issue appeared two days before the Iowa caucus. Let’s see if Pat gets it right:
I admit it – I am actually starting to feel sorry for Rick Perry.
As you know, Texas Governor Rick Perry is one of the thousands of people vying for the Republican nomination for President. Early in the process, he held back for a while to let the others do their thing, then with great fanfare he entered the race, figuring all of the others would step aside in his triumphant wake. Well it didn’t work out the way he hoped it would. A few gaffes here and there, a brain fart that went viral, a very bizarre speech in New Hampshire and his numbers dropped dramatically.
So, here we are just two days from the first test, the Iowa caucuses, and he is stuck in fourth or fifth place. The Sword of Damocles is dangling precariously over his head. So, a few days ago he figures he needs to do something dramatic to prove to those right wing nuts who basically run the caucus process that he is the really, really, true, consistent conservative in the race. So, what better issue to stake out a claim than abortion
Perry has been around politics for a long time so he has had to face the abortion issue in many capacities, particularly as Governor. And, to his credit, he has been rather consistent. He has always opposed abortions except if the mother’s life was endangered and in the cases of rape or incest. No, don’t get me started on why it should be okay to “kill a baby” if the father is a rapist, but he has staked out that position for years. Then, suddenly, a week before the caucus, Rick Perry has seen the light! Praise the Lord!
Now he is saying, wait a minute, I don’t think abortion should be allowed in cases of rape or incest! To what can we attribute this startling, pre-right-wing caucus conversion? Well, Perry says now that he had a “change of heart” after watching a movie called “The Gift of Life.” Reportedly, after the movie Perry “started giving some thought about the issue of rape and incest” and when he talked to “Personhood USA” spokeswoman Rebecca Kissling, who was featured in the movie, her story “pierced [my] heart.” It seems that Ms. Kissling was a product of a rape.
“We had a fairly lengthy and heartfelt conversation about how she was conceived in rape,” Perry said, “and I couldn’t come up with an answer to defend the exceptions.”
How convenient. After all of these years, Perry has now decided to really think about this issue and, voila, he is now coincidentally taking the position that is supported by the radical anti-abortion crowd. Later, to make his conversion even more “credible,” he added that he believed that “God was working in my heart.” Always remember, it’s okay to change your mind on a fundamental issue like abortion, to have an affair or to commit any other sin as long as you then have the conversation with God and ask him to forgive you – unless, of course, you are a left wing liberal and then you are going straight to hell.
This one incident forces me to say something about Senator Rick Santorum, who is creeping up in the polls
– at least he has been consistent. He has always opposed abortion in cases of rape and incest and he has always been outspoken about his desire to outlaw abortion. I don’t like it, but I have to respect his consistency. And maybe that’s why he is picking up steam. Maybe the conservatives are realizing that he is a very consistent conservative unlike Gingrich, Romney and Perry.
In the long run, however, forcing the Republican nominees way to the right is only good news for President Obama. Right now, he is sitting there licking his chops, knowing that positions like Perry’s will only frighten the independents who will be so crucial in November.
What did I tell you. Isn’t Pat good? Santorum actually won in Iowa! Next for him, though, is one of those New England states and they’re all anti-Catholic.
February 2, 2012 Vol. 9 No. 13
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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, $400 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. Rudolph, Eric 18282-058 US Pen. Max, Box 8500, Florence CO 81226-8500
12. Shannon, Rachelle 59755-065, FCI Waseca, Unit A, P.O. Box 1731, Waseca, MN 56093 3/31
13. 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
It’s conclusive. If any of you are threatened, because of your particularly unwelcome but legal prolife activities, with being visited at home by pro-deathers, it’ll never happen. I will vouch for it.
One particular activity the deathers find especially annoying is my standing outside their homes with an aborted baby poster or with my “A KILLER LIVES HERE sign. I’ve been doing that sporadically since 1970 and they hate it. Their ultimate threat has always been to visit me. Never happens.
Todd Stave of Voice of Choice went all out. He gathered five hundred or so killers’ helpers to plead with me to stop and then to threaten me with home visits if I didn’t. I let them all know immediately that I was not stopping, and now, almost two months later, not a single deather has shown up.
So, prolifers, you will know you are doing something effective when the deathers begin threatening to visit you at home. Don’t worry about it, though. It’s all talk.
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I continue here with the militant Christian’s journey from idea to reality:
This thing needed to be done. These people should be taught a simple lesson. How dare they so boldly kill? They need to be aware that even if they do not believe in God, the citizens of this country who still do hold them responsible for their treachery.
I headed toward the entrance of the clinic with the bomb in-hand and my black hood pulled over my head. As I previously conducted reconnaissance, I determined that the surveillance cameras mounted on the abortion clinic faced the south side of the building. I parked and approached from the north.
For a building along the side of a major interstate, the neighborhood seemed quiet, and it unsettled me. My blood boiled with rage as I walked steadily carrying an explosive device. I neared a foot bridge at the entrance of the building, and I stood next to a dark blue car. I determined that it belonged to the abortionist, a security guard, or someone working late hours cleaning blood-stained instruments or involved in child corpse disposal. My mind was truly a collage of rage, hatred, and fear. My stomach was tight and I sweated heavily. I placed the bomb next to this car on the ground. I figured the bomb would surely destroy the car, and the shrapnel of nails added would heavily damage the entrance of the building, putting the clinic out of commission for a time. The bomb package was top-heavy because more than two pounds of assorted nails put extra weight on the top portion of the explosive. As I let it go, it tipped over and then rocked back upright like a child's rocking horse.
I fled the parking area, got into my wife's car, and drove away.
During the ride home headed North on Interstate Highway 35, my mind was a mixture of accomplishment and fear. This fear pulsed through my veins like the blood that kept me alive, and it confused me. Every single person knew what I had attempted, or so I thought, and every passing car was an emergency vehicle responding to the scene of the crime. The timer I set on the bomb was for 35-40 minutes, and I felt every tick/tock of the clock even though I was on the other side of town. I stopped into a local supermarket and was still so shaken that I forgot to grab a shopping cart, and ended up carrying up more items than I could realistically handle back up to an excruciatingly long line. The items I carried in-hand consisted of a green pea salad with mayonnaise, a diced Italian sub, drinks, a dozen Roses, and a plastic bag filled with toy soldiers. I just had to get a gift for my little best friend as well, my wife's son.
As I walked inside the 1000 square foot apartment my wife and I had rented, I was greeted with affection, especially at the sight of “the Gift Bearer." Later I journeyed outside to smoke cigarettes from time-to-time. I felt an air of coolness and precarious unease. The truth of the matter was that I already missed my family
The next day my wife, our son, and I set out for a fun-filled day at "The Wild Basin," a huge hiking/camping ground deep in what is called the Texas Hill Country, just outside of Austin. Recently we had discovered a beautiful waterfall deep inside the forest. We felt that it belonged to us alone. I look back now, and I remember that I felt very vulnerable that day as we all three sat with our bare feet submerged in the water at the base of the waterfall. The tranquility of that afternoon was absolutely beautiful, in comparison to what I was to witness later that evening on my way to work.
After we all got something to eat, and showered, I departed for work at a downtown tattoo shop on South Congress Avenue.
When I approached the exit for the abortion clinic, I was amazed. There was a plethora of authority figures, and emergency personnel everywhere. I couldn't believe my eyes. I think that I was almost as surprised as everyone else witnessing this. I remember not wanting to look directly at the clinic for fear that all of the agents of the Federal government at the scene could read my thoughts, intentions, or hatred from the highway. I casually drove around the scene and exited the highway on the Oltorf exit. I then continued on to work downtown, and pulled up in front of the tattoo shop.
I parked on the street, which was abnormal considering that the street was usually crowded, and I strolled inside. All of my co-workers said their usual hellos and expressed wonder at what I had seen on my way to work. I knew that it would seem out of the ordinary if I didn't express interest in the goings-on I had just passed on the highway.
My favorite co-worker (a pro-choice advocate) who was tattooing a customer at the time, expressed an interest as well. I sat down at our work computer close to the front entrance to the shop, and I began to "surf the Internet" for any information concerning these matters. I also began to loosen up some, and the constant paranoia seemed to subside momentarily. I took my eyes off of the computer screen for a moment and began to stare at the black and blue checkered floor which I shined, stripped, and buffed weekly.
My least favorite co-worker, a male chauvinist pig of a man who seemed to think that he was God's gift to the world, made a comment that surely made me feel safer and certainly aware of the fact that no one knew what I had attempted to do, but me. He exclaimed, while tattooing a female customer who he was surely flirting with, " These idiots who do this sort of thing attempt to kill others who they say are killing babies. That makes no sense to me."
Little did he realize that he had just made me feel a whole lot more comfortable because it was apparent to me at that moment he had no idea that the "idiot" sat right in front of his eyes staring at him with intense hatred.
It will take several more issues to complete Paul Ross Evans’ remarkable account of his attack on child killing.
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As you probably know by now, Neal Horsley is hoping to turn Georgia into the first pro-life state. Neal calls the organization he is forming to accomplish this the “Army of God.” Go to horsleyforgovernor.com for details.
Brad-Marcy Riegg also has a plan to end legal child killing. Go to makeabortionillegal to see Brad’s plan, “Blueprint”:
Brad, Neal, I still believe that the Blueprint idea has the best likelihood of winning this war. I just need to get better exposure for it, because thus far its exposure has been very minimal. So far, all who have viewed it have either signed up or simply ignored it. None have presented a good refutation of its merits.
I do not believe the AoG strategy is best, because it relies on the threat of the use of a much inferior force (a single state's weaponry) to fight off a superior force (the US Military, et al), and that without even the advantage of surprise. I think most people will either see this weakness on its face and realize that this strategy will win the war, or they will object to it purely because it threatens the use of force, as has been seen from most activists who have seen it thus far.
The Blueprint relies on moral superiority and non-violent tactics, neither of which would be objectionable to the above mentioned camps. I think MLK Jr. was on to something, and what he learned applies aptly to our present situation.
I do not want to sign my name to the AoG plan, because if that were found out it might jeopardize my ability to help with the Blueprint strategy, or any other non-violent strategy in the future.
Neal, I see, I think you misunderstand the AOG strategy. Before there is a threat of even "much inferior force" there would have to be a period of confrontation that does not rely on the use of force at all but on the use of verbal conflict of rising dimensions, of acrimony similar to the rising acrimony between slaveholders and abolitionists before the Civil War. The AOG strategy as stated would result in that period of rising argument were Christians willing to associate with it. Which I think explains why they--you--aren't willing to associate with the AOG strategy and find reasons that have nothing to do with our stated plans but rely on a layer of false analysis of what the strategy actually entails. Specifically, where you say, "...it relies on the threat of the use of a much inferior force (a single state's weaponry) to fight off a superior force (the US Military, et al)".
The video is an example of the fact that we are not relying on the threat of the use of force except as a last resort after many steps have failed to find compromise with the baby butchers. But you and all the rest of the pro-life Christians are not even willing to take this argument to the point of anger. From my point of view, it is the refusal to find the means of taking the argument to the point of real anger, where acrimony becomes public and virulent that is the evidence this generation of Christian pro-lifers lie when they say they think the unborn are people.
At best the unborn are abstractions of people to pro-life Christians. And at worse pro-life Christians don't believe they are people at all.
How can the truth be otherwise, Brad? Even a woman would display anger if her child was being murdered, much less a man of God.
Anyway, thank you for the insight. I had suspected all along that you were unwilling to be seen to associate with real anger in defense of the babies. I'm glad I found a way to make this clear.
So go ahead with your reasoned calm political actions as the babies are being ripped limb from limb. Me, I'll continue to be angry, and look for people who will help me express it.
Brad, Thank you for your email. I understand the AOG strategy very well. I fully understand, and understood before, everything that you wrote in your email. And, I still see the AOG's strategy as having the same flaws that I mentioned before, principally that the AOG is relying on the threat of using an inferior force. It does not matter that the threat of force is presented as a last resort; it's still there, all the same, and it is that threat of military force that is the hand in the boxer's otherwise lifeless glove. The AOG strategy is only as strong as the strength of force that backs it up, which is to say, not much and not enough. If you had, resting in the wings, if necessary to use, greater military strength than the US has, then the strategy might very well work. But, you do not.
That being the case, if you were to ground your strategy in moral, not military, force, then you might also win, and I would support your strategy without reservation. The reason your strategy would possibly work by having moral force as its ultimate resort is because your moral strength would be superior to that of the US. Your moral high ground would expose the government's moral bankruptcy and hypocritical blood-lust.
Again, the only reason that relying on military force wrecks your strategy is because the AOG's potential military strength is weaker than that of the US. Only a foolish, inexperienced, bantam weight boxer would enter the ring with Mohammad Ali. The conclusion would be foregone. And, this analogy does not do justice to the disparity of power between an AOG controlled state and the US military, not at all. A better analogy might be that of Tibet threatening the Chinese with the use of force.
On the other hand, if the AOG were to adopt a non-violent, MLK Jr. strategy, the far superior moral strength it would then possess could expose the immorality of the federal government and its hollow, worldly powers. Then, the AOG might readily succeed, not only for one US state, but for all 50.
What your original email request did was to push me to crystallize and clarify precisely why the AOG strategy will fail, so long as it retains the ill-conceived moorings of a too-weak military force.
I am prayerful that the Lord Holy Spirit will help you to see this vital point, as He has now done for me. You have a genius for understanding and articulating the essence and horror of this bloodbath in which we find ourselves. You have taught me so very much and I hope that I can show you just the one main point, if none other, of this email, because your energy, acumen and courage are more than needed
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The many killers’ helpers Todd Stave connected me with are a Godsend. I eagerly anticipate their emails, like the following (my response in parentheses):
Dear John Dunkle, Thank you for the Newsletter. (You're welcome.)
Our moral authority arises from our Christian faith, which requires non-violence, forgiveness and understanding. (But does not forbid using force. Christ used force.)
What would Jesus do? (Since he used a weapon to chase those who were desecrating the temple, he'd do something more forceful to those who were tearing apart young people, an infinitely worse attack on Peace and Order -- God.)
First, there appears to be an air of mystery regarding the word “force”. From your newsletter: “I’d also like to hear from those prolifers and pro-deathers who call force violence.” The dictionary definition is clear - force is defined as “physical coercion; violence: to use force to open the window; to use force on a person.” (bad definition -- is it violent to force open the window? Try a different dictionary. My suggestion, "Webster's New World." And what about this – if someone approaches you with a knife to kill you, he is violent. If you grab a bat to defend yourself, you are forceful.)
Why do you feel the need to hear from people? (They're so much better than dictionaries.)
Let us remove this air of mystery – force is defined as violence, and is a criminal act – assault -- when used or threatened upon another person. (see above.)
Second, your newsletter contains much anger -- words such as gestapo and torture in your opening paragraph. (right)
These are not Christian words. (wrong)
The search for preventing abortions is a search for better life choices and providing to the needy. (nonsense)
If you truly seek the Christian path, then we will find you providing parental planning and birth-adoption services to women in need. (Uh, oh, here come the orders.)
How many women in need have you provided birth-adoption services to? (thousands)
God be with you, (you too)
And remember when we both thought they’d got me when they tracked down my wife?
Todd, I'll bet you didn't anticipate this either: Margaret is actually enjoying the letters she receives from your killers' helpers!
Here's one (it's typical) that arrived Friday:
Dear Margaret: Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas. Thousands are praying for you and your husband that he will stop destroying your and other families, harassing women seeking healthcare, and bullying clinic workers!
I am happy to report, that God has heard our prayers! God and Jesus are sad and are asking John to stop terrifying and harming women and blackening their names in women's hearts. So this season we pray for peace on earth, good will to men and women, and happy holidays. May the scales fall from John's eyes that he can use all that extra energy and time to please you and not chase other women.
Don't you love that unique last sentence? At any rate, Margaret is pleased. I can tell because of the way she refers to these letters at family gatherings.
They have no return addresses or signatures. Otherwise, I bet she'd reply -- any port in a storm, as they say, and just on the chance they're sincere. Hard to tell, ain't it. JD
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Jimbo’s latest Stacy&Hutch episode, “Red Zone II,” continues. It’s 2 a.m. and a cop has them cornered in a vacant lot:
They made their little foray into outraged/righteous taxpayer, but now, they are standing, with the cop, on one side of the Thin Blue Line, while hanging on his every word as he protects them and points out the Bad Guys, over there
S&H rolled with it. They had nothing to lose but your pride.
To make a Sir Galahad, there has to be a maiden in distress, somewhere.
You’re either that, or a criminal. Go with the maiden, S&H would say.
All encounters with strangers must resolve, one way or another. For animals it’s fight or flight. With cops it’s you can turn your back on these ones, they won’t harm my hometown and family, or, it’s further investigation/arrest.
This is not the Droid You Seek, it’s the idea you want to go through our interlocutor’s mind, just like Alec Guinness did in Star Wars.
Try This For Size: Cops Are Guardian Angels
For tried and true anti-management, anti-establishment types like S&H, and let’s face it, it takes at least a little bit of minute-man, lover of grass-rots country over Elites, that makes a good tag team, this Guardian Angel sentiment is enough to make them “blow their beets into the snow” (Jim Varrey).
But the curious , paradoxical thing about it is that, as their trust of God (not government in se) began to increase, S&H realized that according to His sense of humor, or economy, they seemed to run into a cop at least once every time they went tagging, but never in flagrante delicti.
It was almost as if God were trying to remind them, yeah, by all means be clever and disciplined, but remember, I will give the increase.
Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it.
(I’m remembering the melody of the Keith Green song with these words, as I wrote this – By the way, Survivors, did you get a copy of “With Ears to Hear” and “No Compromise” by Keith? Hurry up!)
S&H found themselves calming down the more they prayed.
They believed in a general sense that God was on their side, but with time, they found that they could never go tagging without a sense of peace, specifically about this switch, this town, this time. And He did the reminding with humble, bumblers, “Let me see if I can get this straight, you’re . . . what? Small town cops --once it even happened to hang in the middle of the Red Zone (3:45 AM) in an alleyway right behind an exchange with wet stencils and spray paint cans in plain view in the back of the car, which the cop swept over with his flashlight.
The cop calmly told them how to find the interstate.
S&H even thought that maybe he’d figured it out, and played dumb himself, or even said to himself, this is not the Lindbergh kidnapping. This is not the Grassy Knoll in Dallas. These are not the Droids I seek.
Either way, they praised God, and never took Him for granted. Never. And He always kept the cops away at the magic instant when it really counted. Always.
Brother Andrew
Readers familiar with the writings of
Brother Andrew, the much blessed smuggler of Bibles into Russia, will know exactly what S&H are talking about. Many many times, the border police would be blinded to “contraband” Bibles right in front of their eyes. Brother Andrew got in the habit of putting one Bible in plain view every time he crossed a border, just as his way of saying, “I rely on You, Lord.”
P.S. Sad to relate but it’s very much easier to move around in this decayed culture, when everyone is drunk, drugged, watching TV (about the same thing) or doing any one of a hundred other compulsive behaviors that divorce themselves from a normal sensorium, one possessed by any Medieval peasant or his d-o-g that hears a bump in the night.
After a little while S&H made fewer and fewer bumps in the night. Plus, as gas got higher in the late 70’s oil crisis, small town cops started cutting down on patrols.
It was a cultural crisis that brought about the abuse of labor by management, but the same crisis brought some perks which made the work easy and light, especially for someone willing to pray a lot and use a little guts, guts well within the reach of anyone. Every man or Every woman, willing to pray and obey.
Next up: Donuts, State Borderlines, Casino towns, Frontier towns, Rand McNally ghost cyberspace, Yellow pages, and stuff like that (. . . it’s a snap after the cops).
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I mistakenly began reposting “The New Abortion Providers,“ but decided to continue anyway: The new one we’re dealing with here is the Catholic, Emily Godfrey:
Godfrey spent the two years of her Family Planning Fellowship at the University of Rochester, where she did enough abortions to “train to competency," the term for doing a sufficient number of supervised abortions to be fully qualified to do the procedure alone. The rate of complication for first-trimester abortions that require hospitalization is so low (fewer than 1 in 100) that doctors often have to do the procedure scores of times to learn what to do when something goes wrong.
Godfrey also went to Nicaragua and Mexico to learn about those countries' reproductive-health services and to the World Health Organization in Geneva to do research. Now she's publishing W.H.O. data on using the IUD, inserted after unprotected sex, as emergency contraception. (It works surprisingly well, though it's not yet entirely clear how.) The fellowship's international component means that young doctors see the kind of suffering that their predecessors saw in the U.S. before Roe. "In Kenya, a woman came with a stick hanging out of her,'' says one doctor whose fellowship took her to Africa so she could train nurses to treat complications from illegal abortions. “You bring in this inexpensive, reusable equipment to places without electricity or running water, and you teach nurses to use it, and you save women's lives."
The first fellowship-trained doctors mostly took jobs in cities that were already flush with abortion providers — San Francisco, New York, Boston. Now positions in those places are filled, and the fellowship alums, who number more than 20 per year, are spreading out. In Chicago and even Rochester, there isn't one lone fellowship-trained physician. There are clusters. They go out for drinks together. Nationally, the fellows have annual meetings and an e-mail list on which they ask one another's advice. "More than anything, what's hard about this work is that there aren't a lot of people you can talk to about it," says Sunni, a colleague of Godfrey's and a 40-year-old OB-GYN whose parents immigrated to the United States from South Asia. "That's probably the most important thing we do for each other."
Godfrey and Sunni (who asked to be identified by a nickname to protect her privacy) have known each other since they met eight years ago when they were both fellows. The three of us had lunch together in April. Godfrey talked about the first job she took after she finished her fellowship and went back to Chicago. While she looked for a position on a medical-school faculty, she worked one day a week at an abortion clinic 90 miles away in the northern Illinois town of Rockford. The doctors there were the only providers within miles.
The owner of the Rockford clinic was Richard Ragsdale, a Vietnam veteran who'd opened his doors the day after Roe v. Wade was decided. The first time Godfrey came to work, Ragsdale wasn't there. A nurse showed Godfrey old-fashioned metal instruments that she'd never seen before. Godfrey made do as best she could. Before she could come back to meet Ragsdale the following week, he died. "They, called me, and asked, 'Are you our doctor now?'" she rernembered over lunch.
For the next two years, Godfrey drove, to Rockford one day a week. Once she prescribed birth control for her first patient, everyone in town knew her as the new abortion doctor. Protesters surrounded her when she walked into the clinic. One day, a clinic resident left his lunch in the car and said he'd rather be hungry than go back to get it. Godfrey tried to act tougher than she felt, but the work wore on her.
Meanwhile, an OB-GYN in his 60s started working at the clinic, and his unruffled calm seemed like a rebuke. "The older docs — those guys knew how to stand on their own two feet," she said. "He was immune to everything. But emotionally, for me, it was too hard."
And then one snowy day in 2007, Godfrey had a patient with a serious complication who needed to go to the hospital. She called the OB-GYN who was supposed to be on call. He was out of town. She called Sunni, who told her to get the patient to the local hospital. But Godfrey had no admitting privileges there, and the doctor on call seemed unwilling to admit the patient. "She said, 'How dare you come here,'" Godfrey remembered. She looked down at her salad, her face flushed.
"You were really put there all alone," Sunni said.
Godfrey nodded'. "Yeah, I remember you said that," Godfrey said. "And I was like, God, you're right." Godfrey called George Tiller, the veteran abortion provider who was later killed at his Kansas church in 2009 to ask his advice. He told her to call an ambulance and send the patient to the hospital.
Godfrey did, and the woman was admitted; she got the care she needed, and in the end she was fine. But Godfrey was shaken. So was Sunni, who told us about a dream she had after that tense day about Godfrey going back to Rockford. "The clinic got destroyed somehow. I saw you in the rubble, still working. And I said: 'This is ridiculous! Come home!'"
A year later, Godfrey stopped going to Rockford. By then she had started at the University of Illinois as an assistant professor of family medicine. This is the job that allows her to be an abortion provider with "a normal life," as she puts it. "You know what, I'm a single woman who still wants to get married," she says. "I will not be flying and driving around rural Midwest America. I'm not willing to be out On that frontier," (tbc)
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The Pat Richards’ essay I’m choosing to post this issue appeared two days before the Iowa caucus. Let’s see if Pat gets it right:
I admit it – I am actually starting to feel sorry for Rick Perry.
As you know, Texas Governor Rick Perry is one of the thousands of people vying for the Republican nomination for President. Early in the process, he held back for a while to let the others do their thing, then with great fanfare he entered the race, figuring all of the others would step aside in his triumphant wake. Well it didn’t work out the way he hoped it would. A few gaffes here and there, a brain fart that went viral, a very bizarre speech in New Hampshire and his numbers dropped dramatically.
So, here we are just two days from the first test, the Iowa caucuses, and he is stuck in fourth or fifth place. The Sword of Damocles is dangling precariously over his head. So, a few days ago he figures he needs to do something dramatic to prove to those right wing nuts who basically run the caucus process that he is the really, really, true, consistent conservative in the race. So, what better issue to stake out a claim than abortion
Perry has been around politics for a long time so he has had to face the abortion issue in many capacities, particularly as Governor. And, to his credit, he has been rather consistent. He has always opposed abortions except if the mother’s life was endangered and in the cases of rape or incest. No, don’t get me started on why it should be okay to “kill a baby” if the father is a rapist, but he has staked out that position for years. Then, suddenly, a week before the caucus, Rick Perry has seen the light! Praise the Lord!
Now he is saying, wait a minute, I don’t think abortion should be allowed in cases of rape or incest! To what can we attribute this startling, pre-right-wing caucus conversion? Well, Perry says now that he had a “change of heart” after watching a movie called “The Gift of Life.” Reportedly, after the movie Perry “started giving some thought about the issue of rape and incest” and when he talked to “Personhood USA” spokeswoman Rebecca Kissling, who was featured in the movie, her story “pierced [my] heart.” It seems that Ms. Kissling was a product of a rape.
“We had a fairly lengthy and heartfelt conversation about how she was conceived in rape,” Perry said, “and I couldn’t come up with an answer to defend the exceptions.”
How convenient. After all of these years, Perry has now decided to really think about this issue and, voila, he is now coincidentally taking the position that is supported by the radical anti-abortion crowd. Later, to make his conversion even more “credible,” he added that he believed that “God was working in my heart.” Always remember, it’s okay to change your mind on a fundamental issue like abortion, to have an affair or to commit any other sin as long as you then have the conversation with God and ask him to forgive you – unless, of course, you are a left wing liberal and then you are going straight to hell.
This one incident forces me to say something about Senator Rick Santorum, who is creeping up in the polls
– at least he has been consistent. He has always opposed abortion in cases of rape and incest and he has always been outspoken about his desire to outlaw abortion. I don’t like it, but I have to respect his consistency. And maybe that’s why he is picking up steam. Maybe the conservatives are realizing that he is a very consistent conservative unlike Gingrich, Romney and Perry.
In the long run, however, forcing the Republican nominees way to the right is only good news for President Obama. Right now, he is sitting there licking his chops, knowing that positions like Perry’s will only frighten the independents who will be so crucial in November.
What did I tell you. Isn’t Pat good? Santorum actually won in Iowa! Next for him, though, is one of those New England states and they’re all anti-Catholic.
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 – johndunk@ptd.net
Web – skyp1.blogspot.com
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
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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
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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.
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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)
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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.
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Guess how bad I felt after reading Pat Richards’ latest on the abortion.ws 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.
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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.)
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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)
February, 2012 Vol. 9 No. 12
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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
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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
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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.
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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)
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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.
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Guess how bad I felt after reading Pat Richards’ latest on the abortion.ws 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.
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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.)
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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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