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No, It Is NOT Your Body
Finally, one step forward! While the conviction of that butcher is a step in the right direction, we have many more steps to go. And it won’t be easy.
For some reason, there are so many women who hate children, of any color, that they’d rather see them torn apart than live a full life, perhaps adopted by a loving couple, grow up to be a productive member of society. Others believe it’s a convenient form of birth control. But how many have actually seen the results? Tiny bodies, turned into tiny pieces, or drowned in salt water, brutalized by a soulless being.
Abortion is not about the ‘health of women’. It never has been. It’s about the consequences of a selfish, uncaring child in an adult body.
When that heartbeat is detected at 18 days, you can’t say it’s your body. That’s someone else’s body. Who’s to say that the heart isn’t beating before then? Just because it can’t be detected by current medical equipment, doesn’t mean it’s not there. No, this is another human being that is being killed, at your whim. Murder is not health care!
Serving Justice to Gosnell
Sarah Torre – The Foundry
Justice has been served for a few infants and one mother whose lives were taken within the filthy walls of 3801 Lancaster Avenue.
Late-term abortionist Kermit Gosnell was convicted yesterday of first-degree murder in the deaths of three infants who were born alive after botched abortions performed in his run-down West Philadelphia clinic. He was also found guilty of involuntary manslaughter in the death of Karnamaya Mongar, a 41-year-old woman who died from an overdose of anesthetic drugs during an abortion procedure.
The jury’s deliberations came after six weeks of harrowing testimony detailing the brutal deaths of newborns and unthinkable mistreatment of women. The gruesome murder of moving, breathing infants after botched abortions allegedly became a regular occurrence at the filthy West Philadelphia facility, with one clinic worker estimating nearly 100 living babies were killed shortly after birth.
ZoNation – Left-Wing Media…
…Ignore the Gosnell House of Horrors
Time To DO!
Yesterday, I received a link to a column at Zero Hedge that really made me stop…and think. Yes, it was painful, but I managed. 
I not only see myself in this, I see a great many others. Why do we expect someone else to do the hard work? We talk, we write letters to the editor, some of us have blogs where we share our thoughts, and rants, with others, but what do most of us actually DO? I have a legitimate excuse for not taking more physical action… I’m a decrepit ol’ broad, but what’s your excuse?
Personally, I know one….ONE person, who has actually taken action, ran for a local office, and won. After finding out how things really go down, he’s questioning whether he wants to even bother running for re-election. After all, he’s just one voice. But we need to remember, it was just one Voice that actually changed the entire world.
Here’s a snippet of the column. It’s a bit long, so I won’t paste the whole thing. Please, go read it, and think.
The Good Guys Are Not Coming To Save Us
by Tyler Durden
A lot of Americans know that the US government is out of control. Anyone who has cared enough to study the US Constitution even a little knows this. Still, very few of these people are taking any significant action, and largely because of one error: They are waiting for “the good guys” to show up and fix things.
Some think that certain groups of politicians will pull it together and fix things, or that one magnificent politician will ride in to fix things. Others think that certain members of the military will step in and slap the politicians back into line. And, I’m sure there are other variations.
There are several problems with this. I’ll start with the small issues:
- It doesn’t happen. A lot of good people have latched on to one grand possibility after another, waiting for a good guy to save the day, and it just doesn’t happen. Thousands of hours of reading, writing and waiting are burned with each new “great light” who comes along with a promise to run the system in the “right” way, and give us liberty and truth. (Or whatever.) Lots of decent folks grab on to one pleasant dream after another, only to end up right back where they started… but poorer in time, energy and finances.
- Hope is a scam. It’s a dream of someday, somehow, getting something for nothing. People who hope do not act – they wait for other people to act. Hope is a tool to neuter a natural opposition: they sit and hope, and never act against you. Even the biblical meaning of hope is something more like expectation (or sometimes waiting) than the modern use of hope.
- Petitioning an abuser for compassion. The “good guys” are considered to be a few people inside the abusive government. But if the good guys were really good, wouldn’t they have dissociated themselves with an abuser some time ago? By pleading for the good guys to rise up, people are asking one sub-group of the abusers to save them from the rest of the abusers. However, they all work for the same operation; they all get paid out of the same offices; according to the same rulebook. And if the good guys are so willing to turn against their employers, why would they have waited until now?
- Movies. We all grew up in the company of movie heroes who rode in at the last minute to save the noble victims. From John Wayne to Star Trek to Bruce Willis, the story line differs little. These are pleasant stories, of course, but cinema is not reality, and hoping for it to become reality is something that we should get over prior to adulthood.
But, as I say, those are the smaller issues. Let’s move on to the serious ones.
We have been programed to respect authority. But what if that authority is destroying everything we believe in? Do we sit back and allow that authority to continue, or do we stand up and fight back? We have to ask ourselves, are we willing to “mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”
Murder of Innocents
I haven’t been able to post about that filthy pig who murdered babies for a living. There are many of them across the country who make their living in such a manner, but this one is finally gaining some attention. Perhaps at sometime in the future, others will also be spotlighted for the evil they perpetrate. The media pretty much blocked all reference to the murder trial of Kermit Gosnell, but among bloggers, FB users, and Twitterers, his name is well known. Two posts (2011) was two too (last week) many. I cry, with every mention of those innocent murdered children. As I sit here now, I am, once again, filled with horror, eyes filling with tears. So, you see, I haven’t been able, physically, to say much about it.
When I read, yesterday, that the judge in the case had dropped 3 of the charges, I was mortified! This morning, I learned that the judge did reinstate one of the dropped charges, but the other two babies will never get the justice they deserve. I also realized that, painful though it may be, I cannot remain silent. The physical pain I feel for each and every murdered child is no reason to not speak out.
I would like to think that if people knew exactly what an abortion entails, they’d change their mind about “choice”, which isn’t a choice at all. It’s pure selfishness! I would LIKE to think that, but I know, there are people whose hearts are so filled with evil, no matter what the facts are, they will continue to support ripping to pieces the little bodies of the unborn.
I am truly grateful that the woman that carried me for nine months realized she wasn’t able to care for me, with 5 other children to support, and a husband who was dead. Widowed, she became pregnant, with me, and chose to give me to a family who wanted a child, but were not able to have any due to injuries sustained in an explosion. I am grateful my daughter, who became pregnant at a young age knew the value of life, and gave me a beautiful, yet pain the ass, granddaughter. I am grateful that granddaughter also knew the value of life, and gave me my beautiful great grandson.
How many parents are there out there who have no child? How many would love to be able to give one of those unwanted, murdered children a home, with all the love they could share? Yet, we have a culture of sacrificing the child, for whatever reason, rather than letting go and giving the child a chance at life.
God warned the Israelites not to fall into the trap of sacrificing their children to false gods. It’s a lesson we have yet to learn. When it comes, punishment will be swift, and just.
The Other Passing
While the world was focused on the death of Baroness Margaret Thatcher, another icon of my childhood took that same big leap…. Annette Funicello. Unless you are of a certain age, no doubt you’ll be unfamiliar with the Mickey Mouse Club. Oh, you might have heard of it, but did you gather around the old black and white television, as a family, to watch the latest episode? Or, in later years (1960s), hurry home from school to watch American Bandstand, and THEN the Mickey Mouse Club? Well, unless you are close to my age, in all likelihood, you didn’t. But that’s what we did. (Even later still, it was hurry home to watch Dark Shadows. *snicker*) Most people around the world are familiar with Disney (Land and World, theme parks around the world, the many movies…animated and live, and now cruises, but that’s a different story), but how much do they know about WALT Disney? He was also an icon of my, and many others, childhood.
We watched the serials, to find out what happened to Spin and Marty, and of course, Annette, first aired in February of 1958, it became a staple of my formative years.
Episodes 1 and 2.
It was a time of innocence, not just for me, but in a way, the world, even with the threat of a nuclear holocaust on our horizon, we found escape from such things in the adventures of a young girl, adapting to a whole new life.
One of my favorite movies, as a wee tyke (and I’m not going to tell you how old I was at the time) was Babes in Toyland, released in 1961. I’m not sure why, but it was. Maybe I wanted to be in a toyland, just like Annette? I honestly don’t remember. I can assure you though, the word ‘babes’ had a whole different meaning back then than it does now!
Then came the “Beach” movies. Naturally, I had to go see every one of them, sappy or not, because that’s what we did. Perhaps we were naive, perhaps they were an aid to growing up. Either way, it was required. At least until they started getting WAY to sappy for my ‘mature’ mind. Heh.
I always loved Disney movies, both animated, and live “action”. They’ve changed now, supposedly catering to an ‘older’ audience, but not always for the better, but they, like the Mickey Mouse Club, Annette Funicello, Tommy Kirk, Kevin Corcoran, Haley Mills, etc., will always be a part of my life. They helped shaped me in ways I was never aware of, until now.
Thank you, Annette, for always being there when I needed a childhood smile. May you rest in peace.
October 22, 1942 – April 8, 2013
Screwed Up Priorities!
I don’t give a damn about some piece of human excrement that behaved like a pig on a basketball court. I couldn’t give two chits about who wins so called American Idol. Honey Boo Boo is a fat, spoiled brat who needs to be taught some manners, and put on a diet.
THIS is where my priorities lie. These are MY heroes, and I don’t worship idols! How about we get our priorities straightened out, and stop letting those left wing lunatics in Hollyweird and the lame stream media control our lives, eh? GOD, FAMILY, COUNTRY!!!
More Slaughter Of The Innocent
Morning-after pill to go over the counter, be available to girls of all ages
A judge’s ruling Friday that would allow women access to the morning-after pill without pharmacists or ID checks — and, for teens younger than 17, now without a prescription — could cut down on unintended pregnancies in Michigan, according to reproductive rights advocates.
“We are thrilled whenever there is further access to ensure women can have a baby when they want one and reduce the unintended pregnancy rate,” said Lori Lamerand, president and CEO of Planned Parenthood of Mid and South Michigan.
Oh, I just bet these slaughterers of the innocent are just all pickled tink over the idea that more children will be murdered in the womb.
But others said they worry the ruling could expose girls to sexually transmitted diseases and erode parents’ abilities to protect their daughters.
In a tweet late in the day, the Michigan Catholic Conference called the opinion of U.S. District Judge Edward Korman in New York “complete disregard for children’s safety and parental rights.”
Once again, an activist judge shows the total disregard for the rights of the parents, the safety and well being of young girls, and life in general.
I want to bring back shame!
1. negative emotion: a negative emotion that combines feelings of dishonor, unworthiness, and embarrassment
2. capacity to feel unworthy: the capacity or tendency to feel shame “He has no shame.”
3. state of disgrace: a state of disgrace or dishonor “bring shame on the family”
4. cause for regret: a cause for regret or disappointment “It’s a shame you couldn’t stay for lunch.”
5. cause of shame: somebody or something that causes somebody else to feel shame
Shame on the so called judges. Shame on the murderers of the innocent. Shame on the parents and schools that teaches children it’s ok to be a slut…here’s your pill. Shame on the boys who think dipping their wick in anything that moves and creating an innocent life make them “cool”. You aren’t! Shame on the girls who buy into the “I love you” and “I DO respect you” bullsh*t, and allow themselves to be used as a sex object. They don’t! Shame on a society that promotes the trashy behavior of our children, through the indoctrination system, movies, music, videos, etc. And SHAME on the churches that don’t teach children to respect themselves!
One Year Old Today!!
Yep! The Spudmeister has hit a milestone! A whopping one year old! We’re having his party on Saturday, so there will be major cake eating! But Brat had to have a bit of cake for him on his b-day, right? Nope. She gave him a wee bit on the 11th. 
She an odd one, but that’s ok. I haven’t killed her in 38 years, so why do it now. 
I think it would be in my best interest if I went to the store, and found the messiest cupcake I can find and let him have at it! Heh. Or not.
Faith!
A comment from Gary K. on my Spud update just HAD to be shared!!
Grand Conversation between twins in the womb:
Baby 1: And you, you believe in life after birth?
Baby 2: Absolutely. It’s obvious that life after birth exist. We are here to become stronger and to get ready for Whatever awaits us next.
Baby 1: This is absurd. There is nothing after birth! What would life look like outside the womb?
Baby 2: Well, there are many stories about the other side. I’ve heard there is a blaze of light there, an intense and profound feeling of joy with deep emotions, thousands of things to live for… For example, I’ve heard that we’ll eat with our mouth, there.
Baby 1: That’s silly. We have an umbilical cord and that is how we eat. Everyone knows that we don’t use our mouth to eat! And, on the top of it, no one has ever come back from the other world… Those stories are all coming from naïve people. Life just ends at birth. Period. That’s the way it is and we must accept it.
Baby 2: Alright, then allow me to think differently. That’s for sure, I have no idea what life after birth looks like, and I can’t prove anything to you. But I like to believe, that in the next world, we’ll be able to see our mother and that she will take care of us.
Baby 1: “Mother”? You mean that you believe in ‘Mother’? Oh! So where is she?
Baby 2: Everywhere, don’t you see it! She is everywhere, all around us. We are part of her and it’s thanks to her that we are living right now. Without her, we wouldn’t be here.
Baby 1: This is ridiculous! I’ve never seen any mother so it’s obvious that she doesn’t exist.
Baby 2: I don’t agree, that’s your way of seeing things. Because sometimes when everything quiets down a little bit, we can hear her sing. We can feel her hugging our world. I’m pretty sure that our life will start after birth.
It’s A Start!
Arkansas adopts US’s most restrictive abortion law
Arkansas lawmakers overrode a veto Wednesday and gave the state the most restrictive abortion law in the country – a near-ban on the procedure from the 12th week of pregnancy onward that is certain to end up in court.
A day after the Republican-led state Senate voted to override Democratic Gov. Mike Beebe’s veto, the GOP-controlled House voted 56-33 to do the same. Only a simple majority was needed in each chamber.
Yep… a start! It’ll be a lot better when they ban baby murder completely! Now, when are other states going to follow Arkansas’ example?
Where Was The Ol’ Broad?
You might have noticed I haven’t posted anything all afternoon and evening. Or not. Either way, there was a darn good reason!
We drove to Memphis…well, actually, Germantown, but to me, it’s all the same thing….to have dinner with about 998 other pro-life folks! Dear lady, Charlotte Bergmann, who ran against Steve Cohan back in 2010, and SHOULD have won, invited us to the L.C. Friends fund raiser. The featured speaker was the author of Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy, Eric Metaxas. He was FANTASTIC! I’d give you a run down, but I’m exhausted! Read the book. Learn the lesson.
We met some great folks, and even ran into Rep Marsha Blackburn, looking lovely as ever, who was honored with an award for her 100% pro-life voting record.
I encourage everyone to support this great cause! Saving babies is a good reason to get involved. I would like to see an extension of it set up over in our neck of the woods!
And no, I didn’t take any pictures. I was too fascinated listening to the speakers, and chatting with our table mates.
GG Bat’s Required Spud Update
Yeah, I know. Y’all don’t care that my great grandson is growing like a weed, and don’t wanna be subjected to these infrequent updates. Tough! I’m a great granny, and that’s what we do. Annoy people with pictures of our offspring’s offspring’s offspring! Deal with it!
This kind of creeped me out! 
The boy looks like one of those kids from the Village of the Damned!
A boy and his truck! A beautiful thing. Wonder when he’s gonna ask Grandpa for the keys to the big one. *snicker*
If it’s there, he will chew! 
According to Brat, catalogs are among his favorites.
Once he gets the hang of this walking business…. 
….I’m thinking LEASH!
Cheeks in need of pinching! 
Next month!!! Heh.
With his eight tooth still trying to come in, the boy is a slobberer! 
I got to see him ‘face to face’ via some app the Brat made me download, since she no longer has her iPhone. Gotta tell ya, for the most part, it works better than FaceTime. It’s called…. Tango? Anyway, it works great as long as Spud doesn’t get near the phone itself, and decides he must poke at things, and ‘end call’. sigh…
So, during this chat, I was able to get a few shots of the young’un. He was a wee bit grumpy, until Brat fed his face. The boy LOVES food! Feed his face, and he’s a happy camper!! With one exception…..pears. Interesting. I don’t like pears. Brat doesn’t like pears. Jr doesn’t like pears. Hmmm… We decided it’s not the taste, it’s the texture.
The boy is bald as a cue ball! 
Ok, not exactly true. He has the Friar tuck fringe around the back, and one rather long strand at the crown. That’s ok. I was bald for quite a while. Brat was bald, after she lost her platinum fuzz she had at birth. Jr was bald. He’ll be blonde/red for a while, then, it’ll get darker. Watch and see! sigh….
There is one thing he did NOT get from me! 
Nope! That’s all Brat and Jr! And the father, if my memory serves. But then, out of all my biological siblings, I am the shortest. The next shortest is/was 5’8″. Apparently, that squirrel hunter was also the circus midget.
Then, it was nap time! 
Of course, even though he was tired, he wasn’t happy about this development! Isn’t that a pathetic face? Heh. Of course, if that was me putting him down, we’d be eye to eye. Yes, my daughter really IS that much taller than me!
So, there ya have it! The most recent Spud pics. Next month, I’ll be traveling my short self down to Texas for his first birthday. Had to believe it’s been a year. And what a year it’s been! But I won’t go into that!
Rest In Good Peace
Ed Koch, three-term mayor who became a symbol of NYC, dead at 88
Former Mayor Ed Koch, the combative, acid-tongued politician who rescued the city from near-financial ruin during a three-term City Hall run in which he embodied New York chutzpah for the rest of the world, died Friday. He was 88.
Koch died at 2 a.m., spokesman George Arzt said. The funeral will be Monday at Temple Emanu-El in Manhattan.
After leaving City Hall in January 1990, Koch battled assorted health problems and heart disease.
The larger-than-life Koch, who breezed through the streets of New York flashing his signature thumbs-up sign, won a national reputation with his feisty style. “How’m I doing?” was his trademark question to constituents, although the answer mattered little to Koch. The mayor always thought he was doing wonderfully.
Sad. I always liked the guy, even though he was a wee bit to my left. Lately, though, it didn’t seem by much. Kind of like what Democrats USE to be. Bloomberg could only WISH he was such a man.
Rest in peace, sir! You’ve earned it! Prayers with family and friends.
(sorry…no matter how I try, it won’t stay on the right)
The Last Goodbye
It’s been a year since I had seen him. I went up to Drinking Right’s Christmas party last January, and saw many friends, and made a few news ones. It was a great time!
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a DR: Lakeside edition in August as usual, because of well, none of your business, and I wasn’t able to make it to this year’s DR Christmas party due to health issues. So, the last time I saw him…. January 2012. Now, I will never see him again. Nor will any of the other people who loved and admired Steve, The Asian Badger.
If you didn’t know him, know of him, or never read his blog back when he was writing, you missed a great deal. This was a man whose heart was HUGE. He was a pilot. He flew sick kids and their families to where they needed to go for treatment. Thanks to him, many were saved. Unfortunately, he also lost a few. But he gave with a heart than only many of us wish we had, and will never achieve.
Goodbye my friend. You will be sorely missed. I am VERY angry with you for leaving us, and pray that God will grant you the peace you seek.
ZoNation – Happy Anniversary….
…Unborn Victims of Abortion
