WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Today for Members at the New American Digest: The Strangers Knocking at My Door
byVanderleunonSeptember 19, 2022
Those two abortions were all long ago, but now I know that those were two children I didn’t have and will never know, and not a month goes by I don’t think about those children and regret my support in killing them.
As they did last year, they’ve come twice in the last two days. They’re kids out running “a raise money for the ProChoice Abortion Factory NARAL” scam. The kids get a cut of anything they pull in, and they sell any info they get to Planned Parenthood or other death mills.
The NARAL Kids are pleasant and enthusiastic (I love the painting! I really admire the tree! Then they hand you the clipboard expecting you to sign in your enthusiasm to support their “work.”
I listen politely until their sign-up spiel slides into its lugubrious end and then I tell them,
“No, I don’t support what you’re doing or the people and causes that you represent. I think it’s evil for you to do this, and worse still because you are doing this for money.”
Here in Seattle’s Queen Anne, where smiles, nods, and prochoice signups for their scam are their usual rewards, they seem genuinely surprised and taken aback.
“You mean you’re not pro-choice?”
I assure them that I am not pro-choice. And then I say I once was, long long ago. It doesn’t matter. They shrug and bounce off to fresh fields and pastures new at my socialist next-door neighbors who give them money and cupcakes.
Yesterday evening, at night on the darkened porch, they came yet again. It was a young woman. I listened and then told her she was, and I quote, “EVIL.” She just shook her head and walked away to get on with her “mission” of going door to door bilking pro-choicers out of money.
I guess she forgot to leave the hobo chalk mark on my door that indicates “Satan!” because just now a boy old enough to be a man – but forever avoiding it – knocked with the same knock and announced himself as, and I quote, “Hello, I’m your friendly neighborhood feminist.” He pointed towards the pink watch cap he wore. He flashed me a fey smile and he could have even slipped in an insouciant twinkish wink. Man-boys in pink watch caps always make me suppress a shudder, but I manned up and listened. . . .
This statement, “Those two abortions were all long ago, but now I know that those were two children I didn’t have and will never know, and not a month goes by I don’t think about those children and regret my support in killing them.” is possibly the most sincere, honest, mature, well thought out and heartbreaking statement I have ever read or heard regarding the anguish caused by bad decisions. May the writer be Blessed and comforted. I am confident that whoever reads the above statement will not only be overwhelmed with the sincerity but will feel the anguish experienced by the writer, they will feel it in their soul.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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This statement, “Those two abortions were all long ago, but now I know that those were two children I didn’t have and will never know, and not a month goes by I don’t think about those children and regret my support in killing them.” is possibly the most sincere, honest, mature, well thought out and heartbreaking statement I have ever read or heard regarding the anguish caused by bad decisions. May the writer be Blessed and comforted. I am confident that whoever reads the above statement will not only be overwhelmed with the sincerity but will feel the anguish experienced by the writer, they will feel it in their soul.