In 2016, one hundred and forty-one babies in the UK had a lethal injection into the heart because they were twins and the parents only wanted one.
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Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
— Bob Dylan
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Some shallow thinkers claim a fetus is not a person. What else could it be?
At it’s base abortion is an absence of responsibility for personal behavior.
At a bare minimum people should not receive abortions with the expense passed on to others.
If abortions cost $1000 in cash up front you would see less of them.
Yes, you can get blood out of a turnip, the IRS does it every dam day.
Coat hangers in alleys?
So what?
There will always be misfits of society, so letting them victimize themselves causes less strain on the rest of us.
The height of selfishness and a window into the nature of modern females. Maternal instinct? Only if doing so raises her level of power. A baby to these women is an object of achievement and rank, so killing one is justified if the child would interfere with her progress on the ladder of success – success as viewed by other females and measured by their approval. Nothing is more important than her satisfaction.
Why do women shriek during incidents of fear or violence? It is an old-brain response to danger, a call for help. Also, like a coyote, to bring members of the pack in for a kill. The old brain in modern females, because there are other females nurturing her greed, has taken a place high above the civilized responses and child-rearing instinct we found in previous generations. Those instincts and responses were responsible for furthering societal success and allowed for improving life in general for generations past. But today atavism in female behavior only succeeds in making the women with the shrillest shriek an empty, soulless shell.
I have to admit that I really like “making the woman with the shrillest shriek an empty, soulless shell.”
Yeah, I’m cool like that.
Vanderleum, the problem is that these people do have a soul.
Enoch was a prophet who lived in the days before the flood (Gen. 5:22-24; Heb. 11:5; Jude 1:14-15). His book is quoted in the book of Jude (Jude 1:14-15 is quoting 1Enoch 1:9). Enoch speaks of the last days saying:
And in those days the women shall become pregnant
and abort their babies
And cast them out from their midst
Yea, they shall abandon their children (that are still) sucklings,
and not return to them,
And shall have no pity on their beloved ones.
(1Enoch 99:5)
The original Hebrew of the Book of Enoch has not survived, and this passage has survived only in the Ancient Ethiopic version. In the Ethiopic the word for “abort” here is MASIT a verb meaning “to pluck or tear out”; “to violently remove”; “to carry off” or “to rob”. Clearly this passage speaks of women aborting their babies in the last days.
My compliments to all.
A couple of days ago my teen daughter and I were in the SUV at Wendy’s in the city. A car pulled up and parked to our front, and debauched 2 urbanite femmes, who went into the restaurant. I was trying to decide if they were really ugly hookers, and if the belly fat one smoking the cigarette was pregnant or just down in the front. They were a sight; then I saw their car dashboard! HFS!! On the dash was a life size purple fetus rubber doll. A fetus on the dashboard. A rubber fetus.
SJWs will stick the whole issue right in your face. Aborting is a belief, a doctrine, a privilege, a right, and now, it is low art.
Our beliefs on life vs abortion are retro, ludditian, ossified and stale, according to the haggy left. It is no longer an argument. It is now a talisman.
At least we haven’t got to the point where we start selling the body parts of the aborted babies…now THAT would be really wicked.
If God doesn’t punish America He will owe an apology to Sodom & Gomorrah.
Ruth Graham
From the video clip, due to doctor error the Australian twin aborted was the ‘wrong’ one.
Will the ‘right’ one, surviving, be grateful?
Is the ‘wrong’ one’s spirit pleased that it served it’s sibling in this ultimate way?
How many of the millions of murdered civilians in genocides – Armenians, Kulaks, Jews, Roma, Chinese, .. were rightfully or wrongfully exterminated?
Our language has been so debased, meanings warped, that it’s difficult to think and breathe.
Dan, that’s not fair. Not after having given 50 years of my life to the care of man and his four children, will I stand for that. And, I am not unusual.
At least we haven’t got to the point where we start selling the body parts of the aborted babies…now THAT would be really wicked.
Tim, I think you’re being facetious, but, in case you’re not.
As a parent I do not know what I could possibly say to my child when they discovered that we aborted their twin. I also (maybe because I’m 75 now and have dear grandchildren and great grandchildren) do not know if I could ever sleep again knowing I had aborted a twin. I think I would be permanently mentally harmed by that act from which I would never recover. I do recognize that when I was 20 I didn’t really realize this, just as there was so much else in life I didn’t really understand. But now when I hold my little grandchildren and they are beautiful, intelligent, sentient human beings with feeling and a future and so much promise, I’m just not sure I could live with myself if I had aborted one of my children.
But what really stunned me watching the victory rallies in Ireland over the abortion vote, was the joy and outright happiness that now it was legal to kill babies. I could have wrapped my head around a solemn acknowledgement that they won what they wanted. But celebration and joy?? I don’t get it. Have they never held a baby? taken care of a toddler? had a child graduate from High school? Had a child get married and then give you grandchildren? I am so sad over this issue.
“But what really stunned me watching the victory rallies in Ireland over the abortion vote, was the joy and outright happiness that now it was legal to kill babies.”
I think it was Brendan Behan who said that if the Irish ceased being Catholic, they wouldn’t become good little Protestants. They’d be rip-roaring pagans. That appears to be the case. While the church sex abuse scandals certainly significantly damaged Irish Catholicism, I found that back during the Celtic Tiger boom that the Irish, prosperous for the first time in centuries, were eager to prove that they could be just as “sophisticated” as the Continentals. Well, “sophistication” in today’s world means casting aside grandma’s silly old religion and moral values and adopting fashionable progressive ones, which include celebrating abortion. That’s what I think the celebration was about.
Of course, grandma’s silly old religion helped unite Irish Catholics and fortify them during centuries of oppression, just as the Church did in Poland. So what they are celebrating is basically the removal of their backbones. I hope and pray that Poland, the last remaining bastion of Catholicism in the West, remains Catholic.
On a personal note, my identical twin died shortly after we were born and, as an only child, I have always keenly felt the loss. The idea that mothers are selectively aborting one of a set of twins simply horrifies me.
There are great things about the human race but I think it is much sicker than it is well and it is morphing into souls whose only final residence can be Hell. And, those affected truly seem to want to embrace that judgement.
This death cult operates on all ends of the spectrum. There are those who love abortion, there are groups who advocate the destruction of all ages and genders by grotesque sexual perversion, drug and alcohol abuse and a rejection of all that is good and on the far end are found those who advocate and support euthanasia for the elderly and affirm.
But take heart. God’s word says these are the beginnings of the birth pangs and that it will get much, much worse; so much so that the return of Jesus…a last resort kind of thing….will be the only event that will save anyone.
Since abortion is an ultimate solution for the lack of personal responsibility it is also the elimination of passing that responsibility to others that already have their own responsibilities to take care of.
Is this blaming the acorn for the tree?
The matter-of-fact manner in which this man (who is he?) tells this is heartbreaking. He simply states facts. My grandmother told me a legend that Ireland would sink into the sea 7 yrs before the the end of the world. To spare His faithful people that awesome and awful day.
Who could believe that the sea would be one of blood….
Savita Halapanavar.
The Bog Hoppers brought it on themselves.