'If the world hates you, remember it has hated me first,'
@Repeal the 8th.
@Global Repeal the 8th.
Perhaps I was naive posting little ultrasound films of babies in the 1st and 3rd trimester using the above tags, but I thought that many people do not know the humanity of unborn humans and how much they resemble us...I was unprepared for the Backlash.
Members of the two groups above called me a troll for doing this. I was told to go F....myself with a Luger. I wondered how to respond. How would Jesus like me to respond? After a while I told the tweeter that I forgave her the curse.
Worse was to come; other trollish people had been tagged, and I was told ' Mary had a little 'lamb' eat with garlic and rosemary...in other words, go eat your own 'lamb'.
I'm not on Twitter for the satisfaction of someone tweeting me and saying: 'I had a good think about what u said and maybe there is a God.' Or' 'I saw the little one moving didn't know they could do that I'm prolife now' These things do happen, but few people have Damascus experiences. There are no athiests in the trenches, and these poor people might be there someday, and they might call on God and remember that someone told them He is Love. God loves the trolls too...
As a disciple, I have to try,..so I tweeted that I forgave them the curses. And I told them Jesus loved them. For this, I was called 'a predator'. I blocked that account, which seemed to belong to someone in Harvard. I was 'delusional' about God. And God and Love were two different things, Humanist pointed out to me when I tweeted that God IS Love. At least he was into some rational dialog, after the initial mockery.
But Harvard wasn't done. She had tagged others who replied with more imprecations. I was told: 'Jesus loves me but can't stand you' tweeted by others obviously asked to tweet me by the Blocked tweeters.
And a meme by another newly tagged person: 'Your Opinions are Shit'
These Tolerant Liberals! And we are supposed to love them, yes? Pray for them, yes? They hate us to pray for them, though...I don't know why that is.
But I refuse to lose faith in the humanity of people, their common decency, and desire for Truth. It could be that some seeds were sown in the hearts of some who received and viewed those ultrasounds. I mean they are the Truth, and though we are vilified, curse and abused for showing them, we can't give up. We can't give into Fear.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Renowned Professor - Repeal would mean Abortion on Demand.
Professor Gerard F. Whyte's article in the Irish Times as to why repeal of the 8th Amendment would lead to Abortion on Demand is going to change minds.
This surely will make the repealers very mad, because nearly every prochoice person wants term limits on abortion. In every country.
We will most likely see many people, lawyers or not, descend upon Professor Whyte like a ton of bricks. But this could smash the Repeal movement!
We'll see lawyers hotly refuting him and they will most likely assert that that Consitiution Law is not his specialty (Constitutional Law actually is). Whyte has a string of letters after his name which I tried to copy and paste but it just didn't format well.
And thank you, Irish Times, for publishing this. What an improvement over O'Toole's bizzare piece yesterday about 'zygopaths' which was refuted with grace and erudition on the Letters page.
And thank you, Irish Times, for publishing this. What an improvement over O'Toole's bizzare piece yesterday about 'zygopaths' which was refuted with grace and erudition on the Letters page.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Wasting my Time with the Irish Times
ZYGOPATHS
Fintan O'Toole has called those of us who believe life begins at conception 'zygopaths'. Say that word out loud. What is he really saying?
Here's a letter I penned to the Editor of the Irish Times this morning. They should be totally ashamed of themselves! I subscribed to their digital edition in good faith, thinking that perhaps there were a few things I could say that could light up a dark corner of their minds. I've been studying the abortion culture for 35 years; I looked after mothers and babies, you'd think they'd be grateful for a few thoughts. But no - they are superior intellect, and don't dare challenge them!
Fintan O'Toole has called those of us who believe life begins at conception 'zygopaths'. Say that word out loud. What is he really saying?
Here's a letter I penned to the Editor of the Irish Times this morning. They should be totally ashamed of themselves! I subscribed to their digital edition in good faith, thinking that perhaps there were a few things I could say that could light up a dark corner of their minds. I've been studying the abortion culture for 35 years; I looked after mothers and babies, you'd think they'd be grateful for a few thoughts. But no - they are superior intellect, and don't dare challenge them!
Dear Editor
I tried to submit a comment on your website but the submit button didn’t
work and my laptop started to sound like a plane taking off. My laptop is new
but your website causes a lot of memory problems.
This is in response to your sanitised video of the March for Choice on
Saturday 24th which appears on today’s newsfeed.
Your cameras deftly avoided the disgusting signs. I’ve seen at least five.
They can be viewed at: http://celticmidwife.blogspot.com/.
My apologies for their rude and graphic nature, but the mainstream media didn’t
even mention they existed, and someone has to try to tell the full story,
amateurs like me on social media, etc. Because you are not doing your job.
Those who dehumanise the unborn child also dehumanise themselves. Even
Planned Parenthood, in the 1950’s, said: ‘Abortion kills the life of a baby.’
Then after RvW, they saw the dollar signs. Suddenly it’s not a baby any longer,
even when ultrasound showed human beings kicking, turning, sucking fingers
etc.
I’ve decided to unsubscribe from The Irish Times as I don’t want to help
fund Repeal the 8th. Repeal has billionaire George Soros for that. Don’t you
know that the choice to kill an unborn baby leads to all kinds of Atrocities
(babies left to die, babies killed after birth etc, all that stuff that you wish
to ignore to be trendy and politically correct. Ever heard of Dr. Kermit
Gosnell? I suppose not. America’s most prolific serial killer, he found it more
convenient to wait until the babies were born before killing him or her. ‘This
one’s so big it could walk me to the bus!’ Canada has at least two hundred
babies born alive, left to die, each year. And the New York Times interviewed
Ailbhe Smyth, who raved about the Canadian model.
Not to mention the harm the abortion industry does to women. Marie
Stopes, how’s that nowadays? Something about untrained staff and consent
problems with vulnerable women. Never mind. Old news, one-day only – now
thankfully buried. Abortion has to be good! Has to be!
Just so you know what the Irish Times is supporting by pushing abortion –
sorry, choice.
I hope that this letter will suffice as an Unsubscription Notice, because I
can’t find the link to unsubscribe under Account etc. Please no point in telling
me to go back and try. Your website uses up more memory than my new laptop can
cope with.
My Name
MARCH FOR CHOICE SIGNS DUBLIN 2016
WARNING - UNSUITABLE FOR CHILDREN
Reproduced with permission from:
SIGNS CARRIED BY PRO-CHOICE MARCHERS THROUGH DUBLIN STREETS on Saturday September 24th
ARTISTS FOR KEEPING THE 8TH AMENDMENT
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Size doesn't matter in a big, big world
http://avondhupress.ie/just-abortion-debate-needs-another-middle-aged-man-dictating-womens-rights/
Dónal O'Keefe doesn't see anything valuable about an unborn child. One thing he thinks is that because it's small, the unborn child can't be as important as a grown human.
A human embryo as you can see, limbs not fully formed
Mr. O’ Keefe, I will just deal with your argument that size matters. Size is relative. From outer space, we are all so small we seem to have no importance. I’m sure you think you’re important, and I think I’m important as well, all grown-up and sentient as I am – with complex thought processes and needs, I must be, yes?
A zygote, embryo or foetus (unborn child, whatever you want to call the human in the womb) is indeed very tiny compared to a grown-up human. One would be tempted to think it’s almost a nonentity. But what this human lacks in size, it makes up for in oomph. The thing is, this human being would put you to shame if you were in a contest on the dance floor. You’d creep off, hot, sweaty, and clutching your chest, after 20 minutes of ‘Duela el Corazon’ to down a Ballygowan at your table while the zygote, tiny as it is, continued to dance. It would divide, develop, move, grow, divide, develop, move, grow, non-stop! Keep it up for hours. ‘How does it do it?’ you might ask as you crawl home. You’ll try again, next week, you won’t be beaten…but next Saturday night, the damn thing has doubled in size and energy. The third Saturday night, there’s a flippin’ Heart there and now the beat really begins, and its rhythm is twice as fast as yours too. Meantime, you’re wondering if you should ask your doctor if you should have a Stress Echo. This new human’s unstoppable – and you suspect that it’s practicing its moves all the week, even while you are inactive, flopped on the couch after a day’s writing. Somersaults, damn it, at 10 weeks! Still only the size of your hand and it has you beaten.
You look at your hand. The nails are a bit longer than last week, and that’s about all the change your body had, but this new person (according to the dictionary a human being is a person) has grown itself an entire set of organs - in just ten weeks! We’re degenerating, friend, while this boy or girl –and the gender is evident by now – is outpacing us in every way. The girl has her ovaries – eggs and all inside!
But there’s no real brain activity, you argue. Not really – a human without the ability to think and be sentient, can’t have the same importance as a grown up person who has the right to all kinds of things like life and education and a career and wine and books and holidays.
Alaska. It’s magnificent! Outside the capital, Anchorage, there’s a hill. Drive about 2,000 feet up and get out of the car and look down at the city. But Anchorage, with all its people including busy women, nerdy youth, middle-aged men, children born and unborn, is only a blip. Totally insignificant, swallowed up in the mountains and forests. Then you will realise, as I did, that we are all really very small. Very, very tiny.
But be careful, or you might get a creepy feeling you’re not alone. You turn around. There’s a grizzly bear staring at you from 30 yards away. This bird-brained lumbering beast thinks he’s better than you. He’s not afraid of humans, if he knew what a human was. He just sees something he can kill and eat, or eat while it’s still alive – he doesn’t care. No point in making a run for the car. He’s faster than Lightning Bolt. He’s bigger and faster than us and he knows that…we are completely in his power.
You see, everything is relative…
Dónal O'Keefe doesn't see anything valuable about an unborn child. One thing he thinks is that because it's small, the unborn child can't be as important as a grown human.
A human embryo as you can see, limbs not fully formed
but they are moving just the same!
Mr. O’ Keefe, I will just deal with your argument that size matters. Size is relative. From outer space, we are all so small we seem to have no importance. I’m sure you think you’re important, and I think I’m important as well, all grown-up and sentient as I am – with complex thought processes and needs, I must be, yes?
A zygote, embryo or foetus (unborn child, whatever you want to call the human in the womb) is indeed very tiny compared to a grown-up human. One would be tempted to think it’s almost a nonentity. But what this human lacks in size, it makes up for in oomph. The thing is, this human being would put you to shame if you were in a contest on the dance floor. You’d creep off, hot, sweaty, and clutching your chest, after 20 minutes of ‘Duela el Corazon’ to down a Ballygowan at your table while the zygote, tiny as it is, continued to dance. It would divide, develop, move, grow, divide, develop, move, grow, non-stop! Keep it up for hours. ‘How does it do it?’ you might ask as you crawl home. You’ll try again, next week, you won’t be beaten…but next Saturday night, the damn thing has doubled in size and energy. The third Saturday night, there’s a flippin’ Heart there and now the beat really begins, and its rhythm is twice as fast as yours too. Meantime, you’re wondering if you should ask your doctor if you should have a Stress Echo. This new human’s unstoppable – and you suspect that it’s practicing its moves all the week, even while you are inactive, flopped on the couch after a day’s writing. Somersaults, damn it, at 10 weeks! Still only the size of your hand and it has you beaten.
You look at your hand. The nails are a bit longer than last week, and that’s about all the change your body had, but this new person (according to the dictionary a human being is a person) has grown itself an entire set of organs - in just ten weeks! We’re degenerating, friend, while this boy or girl –and the gender is evident by now – is outpacing us in every way. The girl has her ovaries – eggs and all inside!
But there’s no real brain activity, you argue. Not really – a human without the ability to think and be sentient, can’t have the same importance as a grown up person who has the right to all kinds of things like life and education and a career and wine and books and holidays.
Alaska. It’s magnificent! Outside the capital, Anchorage, there’s a hill. Drive about 2,000 feet up and get out of the car and look down at the city. But Anchorage, with all its people including busy women, nerdy youth, middle-aged men, children born and unborn, is only a blip. Totally insignificant, swallowed up in the mountains and forests. Then you will realise, as I did, that we are all really very small. Very, very tiny.
But be careful, or you might get a creepy feeling you’re not alone. You turn around. There’s a grizzly bear staring at you from 30 yards away. This bird-brained lumbering beast thinks he’s better than you. He’s not afraid of humans, if he knew what a human was. He just sees something he can kill and eat, or eat while it’s still alive – he doesn’t care. No point in making a run for the car. He’s faster than Lightning Bolt. He’s bigger and faster than us and he knows that…we are completely in his power.
You see, everything is relative…
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