We're home, baby

WARNING:

This post contains a graphic image of the result of a legal medical procedure.

Abortion is ugly.

Parents, use discretion.

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When we moved to Columbia more than a decade ago it didn't take long to become aware of Johnny Gardner, a/k/a The Voice of the Unborn.

Brother Johnny (as I call him when I greet him at church) has worked since 1991 to raise public awareness of the fact that abortion is murder.

He does it in a decidedly grass-roots way: He stands on heavily-traveled street corners with umbrella strollers containing one or two lifelike baby dolls.

The strollers are decorated with large octagonal signs that read:

STOP ABORTION NOW.

TG tells me he's also heard Brother Johnny on the radio.

The thing I love about Johnny Gardner is his humility, his dedication, and his refusal to take counsel of the enormity of the odds against him.

He does it for the babies. And yes! He has made a difference.

Yesterday I attended a pro-life rally organized by Johnny Gardner and held at the South Carolina State House.

The rally's purpose was to show support of the Personhood Act of South Carolina, which was introduced in the State Senate on February 24, 2011.

The bill, also known as S. 616, asserts that: The right to life for each born and preborn human being vests at fertilization.

The rally also marked the fortieth anniversary of the Supreme Court decisions in Roe v. Wade and Doe v. Bolton which "legalized" the murder of unborn children in the United States.

Since 1973, more than fifty-five million babies have been "legally" put to death in America.

According to the South Carolina Department of Health and Environmental Control, six thousand three hundred and seventy-nine of those children were killed in our state in the calendar year 2011.

Approximately one hundred people showed up for the rally. 

Hundreds more swarmed around our group as we occupied a central part of the main floor of the State House for about an hour.

Some stopped and listened to the prayers and the preaching. Most walked on by.

I stood beside a very nice Christian lady for part of the rally. We exchanged names and chatted for several minutes about the deplorable condition of our government.

We agreed that the POTUS is depraved and most likely given over to a reprobate mind.

Then my new acquaintance revealed to me that she could not bring herself to vote in the last presidential election.

"It's the first time since I was eighteen that I didn't vote," she said.

I'd be lying if I tried to make you believe I wasn't stunned.

And I didn't lie to her either. "People like you are the reason we're in this mess," I said.

She defended her decision to stay home from the polls on November 7, 2012, arguably the most important election day in the history of our country.

"I knew Obama would win anyway," she said.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say in response but I kept them to myself because I didn't wish to be any ruder than I feared I'd already been.

And although I think I understood what she meant, I did wonder how anyone but God could "know" the outcome of an election before it even happened. 

I'm certain of this: The Obama supporters got out and voted to make sure he'd win. The other side was shockingly AWOL.

I thought about my daughter who lives in a swing state that early on was clearly in the win column for Governor Romney.

On election day she was sick with bronchitis. She has three little kids. It was raining outside.

I guess she could have reasoned that Mitt Romney was obviously going to win North Carolina and her vote wouldn't make a dime's worth of difference.

But she didn't. She dressed herself and and went to the polls and voted. I'm sure thousands like her found it inconvenient to vote, but did it anyway.

Hundreds of thousands of registered Republicans, however -- no doubt many of them Christians -- like my new friend, couldn't bring themselves to vote.

And so here we are. And lest you doubt, elections have far-reaching consequences.

To quote Bette Davis in All About Eve, you'd better "Buckle your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."

Because having strong beliefs is all well and good. And we should.

But strong beliefs are worthless without action, and actions are ineffectual without method.

Barack Obama has strong beliefs. I haven't noticed him backing down, being reluctant to act, neglecting to have a plan.

On the contrary. His evil advance on our freedoms is relentless and nothing if not methodical.

Speaking of movies, I know I said on Monday that I wouldn't watch any TV, least of all TCM which was doing its annual bleeding-heart homage to the late Martin Luther King, Jr.

Well, I broke my promise. Late in the day I was working on a project and turned it on.

The movie playing was To Sir, With Love, a 1967 classroom drama starring civil rights posterchild Sidney Poitier.

I like Sidney Poitier. Guess Who's Coming To Dinner, made in the same year, is one of my favorite films.

To Sir, With Love tells the poignant story of a schoolteacher who makes a difference in the lives of some working-class London hooligans.

I was doing something else while the movie was playing so I missed a bit but from the way one scene in particular played out, I gathered that Mr. Thackeray (Poitier) walks into his classroom unannounced.

For some reason the room features a fireplace. The kids are all standing around the fireplace, which is giving off copious amounts of smoke.

Apparently one of the girls has put into the fireplace a soiled personal item.

It's not clear what the item is however, except from Mr. Thackeray's instantaneous reaction. He thunders to the boys that they are all to leave the room.

Once the guys are gone and the door has closed behind them, Mr. Thackeray, complete with flaming eyes, bulging neck veins, and furious body language, delivers this brief diatribe to the astonished female students:

I am sick of your foul language, your crude behavior, and your sluttish manner. A decent woman keeps certain things private. Only a filthy slut would have done this! Those who encouraged her are just as bad! I don’t care who’s responsible. You’re all to blame! I’m leaving for five minutes, by which time that disgusting object had better be removed and the windows opened to clear the stench. If you must play these filthy games, do them in your homes and not in my classroom!

Whoa! Back up the Tell-It-Like-It-Is Train, Mr. Poitier! I mean, Mr. Thackeray! Sandra Fluke's tender ears may be nearby!

Truth has such a radical sound to it these days.

I wonder what the chances would be of such dialog making it into a movie in 2013.

Probably about as much chance as Barack Obama holding a presser in which he breaks down in tears and begs the American people to forgive him for being a traitor, and promises to mend his ways.

In conclusion I would like to talk about one more movie. If you've stayed with me this long, you may think I've veered radically off topic.

But I don't think I have. It is America that has veered radically off topic, drastically off purpose, and catastrophically off course.

Remember the 1991 film Not Without My Daughter, the true story of Betty Mahmoody's death-defying flight from her Muslim husband and his Muslim family in Iran?

Although the film has been roundly criticized by liberals for depicting Iranians in an unfair light, a mere ten years before the events of September 11, 2001, this movie got made.

And it grossed fifteen million dollars domestically.

And it starred Sally Field, an ultra-liberal actress.

Would that movie find a producer, a studio, and a distributor today? Would any liberal Hollyweird type star in such a film?

I doubt it. We can't go near the truth now. Beyond here, there be monsters.

Still thinking about the babies, I give you the final very moving moments of Not Without My Daughter, in which Betty Mahmoody and her little girl, Mahtob, have safely made it out of Iran.

Aided, I must point out, by some very brave Iranians.

I wish more mothers would carry their children. Carry them to term. Carry them out of despair. Carry them into the light of truth.

Carry them to within sight and sound of the beautiful flag that waves o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And teach them to love it, and all it represents.

Happy Wednesday!

Comments

[Glenda]

A sound Amen to it all my friend!!....G.

[irene]

Amen to that ! All of it.

[Mari]

Add another Amen to that chorus! The thought of all the babies that have been aborted over these 40 years is bad enough. The fact that they use women's choice as a reason to approve it, when in fact it may cause difficulty in conceiving later, not to mention the psychological issues many of them suffer afterward, only adds to the whole tragedy.
About voting - there is someone I work with who didn't vote either. I tried to talk to her, telling her no vote is a vote for Obama, but didn't get anywhere. I really like this person, but was so disappointed in her decision.
Good for your daughter for taking the right to vote seriously, as I feel all Americans should!

[Skunkfeathers]

The very name 'Sandra Fluke' has become synonymous, to me, with "liberal slut".

[Donna (Texas)]

Oh Lordy...A Resounding, AMEN!!!
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