Pro-Abortion Warriors . . . Hate To Show People What They Love So Madly

By DEXTER DUGGAN

You just awoke from a dream about the Democratic presidential candidates’ newly announced support for “Agricultural Equality” to solve the problem of “encroachments against nature.” Dream interpretation is always interesting. What could these national Dems be talking about?
Campaign literature in the dream had plenty of patriotic colors to suggest good old Americanism, but there were no photos or explanations about the program that the candidates apparently want you to think will help farm families, one of those groups that become beloved in election campaigns.
Oh, now you recall that as the dream ended, a tipster whispered that the program is to confiscate and destroy despised conservatives’ homes, just like the Communist government in China really does to people who get out of line.
The Democrats’ excuse — a sure winner with their radical environmentalist base — is that conservatives’ homes encroach on the purity of nature and mustn’t be allowed to remain.
Well now, who could believe a dream like this? Making designs to destroy innocent people’s residences in what amounts to political vengeance, but being too ashamed to admit anything about it?
It’s not far-fetched at all. That’s the national Democrat candidates’ fundamental stand for unlimited destruction of the only home that preborn babies have to live in, their very own little bodies.
Some of the babies might even have grown up to be liberal Dem voters themselves, but taking the long view never has been pro-abortionists’ talent.
Irrelevant euphemisms like “reproductive rights” or “reproductive justice” are used to deflect from the reality, which even degenerate Democrats are ashamed to admit before the public. They stand strong for it but go spinning-eyed crazy if someone would try to talk factually — and scientifically — about pulling off limbs or sucking out brains or causing heart attacks.
Even if the preborn baby wasn’t a human being, she’s still a living creature intentionally being killed, killed more cruelly than animals at the pound who are “euthanized” but not yanked apart or tortured out of existence.
You don’t end a life that wants to continue growing by just waving your hands in the air and singing, “Die, Little Darling.” Even the Dems’ death cult realizes that animals are living creatures who deserve some sort of respect, but to acknowledge any respect at all for the existence of the critter in Mom’s uterus must raise the question of why it’s OK to kill her at will anyway.
Not only is poison injected into preborn babies. Some kind of creepy poison years ago also was injected into society, or at least some members of it, with the expansion of the pro-abortion movement. It endures for decades but the individual babies don’t.
Back in January 1994, 25 years ago and 21 years after the U.S. Supreme Court invented the “right” to national permissive abortion, Greg Erlandson wrote a column headlined “Stilling the Butterfly’s Wings” about a new abortion method being tested. At the time Erlandson was editor in chief of the Our Sunday Visitor national Catholic weekly.
Erlandson wrote about a D. Redman’s participation in the abortion experiment, as she described it in the pages of the lefty Mother Jones magazine. Her tale, Erlandson wrote, “is so horrifyingly detailed that she inadvertently files an eyewitness report on the medical savagery and moral dimwittedness of the ‘choice’ movement.”
And this was back in the days when even the pro-abortion liberal Democrats Bill and Hillary Clinton said they wanted the exterminations to be “safe, legal and rare.” Definitely not the all-abortion all the time and paid by taxpayers radical stance of 2019 Democrat presidential hopefuls. But whether rare or universal, permissive abortion is brutal ugliness that they simultaneously hail and conceal.
Redman has a friend who was sterilized but now desperately wants to adopt and pleads for this baby’s life, Erlandson said, but Redman, lost in her selfish pro-abortion certitude, gives her no heed.
She is to receive Methotrexate to see how it works as an abortifacient, but the experiment will be approved only upon evidence the fetus is alive — “there has to be proof that the fetal tissue is normal before it can be eliminated.” Thus, triumph: “. . . I saw a heartbeat on the monitor, like the fluttering of a butterfly’s wing.”
And the abortifacient works. “At last, the blood I’ve been praying for” while Redman is at a feminist rally. “I look at the women around me and think how beautiful we are in our rebellion.”
The creepy poison is at work not merely in the womb but also in society. The slaughtered baby to the radicals is only the cherry on top of this big, slurpy sundae of rebellion against men, against capitalism, against society, against whatever it is that inadvertently or not deformed the radicals’ humanity.
But what’s this? Erlandson wrote that Redman concludes, “We’re barbarians in this country.” Has she finally seen the savagery of her behavior? Not at all. The awful problem is, she thinks, “We let everything important be decided by religious fanatics and big business.”
There’s something that hasn’t changed for the pro-abortionists in the 25 years since 1994, or maybe ever. To them, the alleged fanatical hand of religion keeps holding up that awful “Stop” sign against whatever devilry they please to do.
But big business seems to have changed quite a bit as decades passed. Corporate powers, apparently having been hammered by raiding parties rushing the boardroom, often are loud voices for surrender these days to whatever social sickness casts a leer.
Exhibiting the cognitive inflammation that barely mentions abortion while screeching invective against pro-life achievement, millionaire Florida lawyer Hugh Culverhouse Jr. bought a full-page ad in the July 2 Wall Street Journal headlined, “When We Sing ‘God Bless America’ on the Fourth, in Alabama, Some Will Whistle ‘Dixie’.”
Huh? Was the Ku Klux Klan planning to hassle Fourth of July celebrations with a song that became a sort of anthem of the Confederacy back in the Civil War?
Not at all. Just typical pro-abortion distraction from the facts. Burning with arrogance and vengeance, pro-abortion Culverhouse flayed Alabama over its new and “immoral” heartbeat law. Until Alabama “comes to its senses,” it must be punished “by all means possible. Parents should not send their children to any school, university, or college in Alabama.”
Corporations and businesses must boycott Alabama “until its government overturns this unconstitutional and barbaric law,” Culverhouse continued. “All Americans should make the cost of this illegal and unjust law felt in local and state economies, by refusing to buy any product or service originating there.
“Citizens should support Planned Parenthood, the American Civil Liberties Union, and other organizations working to undo this law,” he said, and concluded, “On the Fourth of July, let’s sing ‘God Bless America,’ not whistle ‘Dixie’.”
What raw propaganda. Inflamed against innocent preborn babies while never daring to mention them, Culverhouse equates abortion slaughter with deserving God’s blessing, while protecting the babies, including so many black ones, somehow suggests slavery.
Despite that full broadsheet page of advertisement, of course there wasn’t the tiniest scientific ultrasound image from the womb included, nor the testimony of any of the millions of women duped into abortion who profoundly regret they were prey to the lies of a multibillion-dollar industry.
Culverhouse might want to make the acquaintance of Deanna Falchook, who was all pro-abortion until she had one. Falchook wrote of her experience at The Federalist site (thefederalist.com) on June 28.
“I became pro-life about five minutes after my baby was painfully sucked out of my body. That was over 20 years ago,” Falchook wrote. “. .. I just knew that the pro-choice women who looked all cool in their bra-less halters and flat hair ruined my life with their bait-and-switch rhetoric. They baited me into a lie in minimizing the aftereffects of the abortion experience, and then when I said, ‘Hey, what was that?’ they grew silent and didn’t look so cool anymore.”
Culverhouse mentioned “anti-abortion” only once in his ad, but managed to dig up the hoariest, lying canard that the issue is only about women’s “right to control their bodies.” The defenseless preborn baby, at the mercy of the brutal abortionist, doesn’t even exist in Culverhouse’s blinkered thinking, even though the baby’s existence is what sends the killers onto their furious pursuit.
Hunters often like to hang their trophies on the wall as a mark of pride. But no wants to mount Bambi’s head for public viewing, nor the crushed little butterfly wings from the fetal monitor.
In 1973 the Supreme Court arrogantly imposed a national nightmare based on falsehood and death. Not surprisingly, the cancer has metastasized. Paging Dr. God. Stat to the ER.