“Nearly half abortions around globe are unsafe”

-MSNBC Headline 10/13/20099

And the other half of them each kill at least one baby. No one could find anything more unsafe than that – 100% unsafe!

Suicides and withdrawal of food & water from people are extremely unsafe as well.

Further reading:

http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/resource.php?n=886

A couple of days ago there was scheduled a demonstration of prayer outside the local abortuary. I had some free time so I went over to take part. I expected that there would be 25 or so people grouped there, for there had been a fair amount of publicity, but when I got there one one woman was present.  It struck me that one of the temptations not to come was that I would feeel a little abashed at presenting myself before a bunch of zealots, and there certainly was no cause for that  reservation.

The woman had a big plastic sign that required 2 people to hold it, so we got the sign opened up and facing the street that passes in front of the abortion mill. A third person then showed up, a Philippine woman carrying a large unbrella to keep the intense sun at bay. We began our prayers, and shortly still another woman showed up, this time with both umbrella and chair.  After we had prayed awhile, a young man pulled up in his car and offered to and did  get us some cold water, a touching sign of his solidarity with our intentions. The rest of the session was largely uneventful, save a few people in passing cars showing a little support by a honk or other sign or encourgement.

This morning after Mass I stepped into the line of people waiting to go to confession. The man ahead of me I recognized as a talkative acquaintance, so I was a bit afraid he would start a conversation, but minutes passed in silence, as I ruminated about what to say inside the confessional.

About the time my friend was the next up, however, he said a few things about the interior of the church. Then he started whispering things to me about Obama, his policies, and abortion. The next thing I knew the little lady on my other side began berating the whisperer for being critical of Obama. She was dark complexioned and had something of a Caribbean accent. Her assumption seemed to be that the man’s criticism was based on Obama’s racial identity. They didn’t exactly dialog, but things kept being said, mostly by the lady,as she averred that she was sick of all the judging of Obama after only three months, that everyone is equal in God’s eyes, that Jesus died on the cross for all people, and other similar statements.

I’d glance at her from time to time, uncomfortable at having partisan interchanges in the confession line, but trying to show some attention and sympathy, agreeing with what I could agree with, but she only looked straight ahead as she continued commenting, the other person now in the confessional. It was a little difficult to understand, but it seemed she was stating that perhaps he, perhaps both of us would report her. I realized that with the two of us white guys going into see the white priest ahead of her, she well might wonder if we would “report” her. I know I didn’t.

My boyfriend made me.
My husband made me.
My doctor made me.
The social worker made me.
All my friends made me.
My fear and confusion made me.
Economic pressures made me.
Finishing my schooling made me.

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1967 – hippies ragging on returning GI’s yelling “Baby Killers!”

Today – hippies turned abortion supporters yelling at Pro Life picketers “It’s legal – so what if if kills babies?!”