Those words were Ernest Hemingway’s response to a question of what the most compelling story he could write in six words would be. Yes, many thoughts can be brought to my mind at those six words, but I think I am archaic and old-fashioned, living longer than I would like, in a world I hardly recognize – and I am only 60.
I am sickened by the daily parade of wickedness that has taken over the hearts and spirits of much of this country, if not the world. I am ashamed to be governed by representatives, such as Gov. (Dr.) Ralph Northam, D-Va., and those like him who can tolerate the infanticide.
States that already have liberal exceptions for the murder of the unborn, and even newborn infants, and others considering the same “rights” stand and cheer for death. It’s surreal. Now the United States Senate has defeated a bill protecting live-born aborted babies.
It seems such a short time ago. 1973. I was a freshman in an all-girls Catholic high school in Maryland. Those were the ’70s, free love, rock ‘n’ roll. We were no strangers to Planned Parenthood.
They did provide us with birth control pills without the knowledge of our parents. Interestingly, the clinic was in a poor area downtown, making it a bit more difficult for the girls in my sphere to access. (We know now that Margaret Sanger, the mother of Planned Parenthood, had intended abortions to be easily accessible primarily to blacks to limit the births of black children.)
I had friends who had abortions during those years. One girl had several. I heard that after she married she was never able to get pregnant, and I often wonder if she thought of those babies she might have held.
These were never planned pregnancies. Frightened girls were assured it was a simple procedure. Just a few hours. You go on with your life. The story back then was the cells could not feel pain; it was just tissue, like a cyst.
Then, in 1984, the movie “The Silent Scream” came out and was shoved out of the public view as fast as it possibly could be. No internet then. Those who saw it, never forgot. You watched the ultrasound as the fetus backed away from the suction tube, tried to hide, tried to scream. Horrifying.
No one ever wanted to see the pictures of aborted infants. The media would not show them. There’s a reason for that. It is sickening to see tiny, bloody arms and legs, torso, head. Then of course there’s a reason for the uproar against ultrasounds prior to abortion – again, it is hard to deny your own eyes and ears. Hear the heart beating, see a tiny baby, very much alive. A tiny person in every sense of the word.
Choosing to abort after viewing an ultrasound is every bit premeditated murder. There is the saying “Every abortion stops a beating heart.” So we can understand why the proponents of abortion want women to remain ignorant. There is money to be made. So even with the knowledge that the unborn can feel pain, and their organs can be harvested for financial gain, our wicked representatives declare it is a “woman’s right”! What about the female infant? What of her rights?
We are speeding down the slippery slope. Now we are at the point where a (pediatrician) politician (Dr. Northam) has no problem with abortion at any month, and is actually recorded in a radio interview declaring he is OK with killing a newborn, likely squirming, crying, cold and shocked by the strange bright new world it has just entered from the warmth and darkness of his mother’s womb.
A full-term birth, something Dr. Northam had undoubtedly witnessed many times, makes it all the worse. And now, those with voices, such as his, decide whether the child lives or dies. What if the newborn could speak, rather than cry? What if the infant could say, “Let me live!”
What then would these masters of the universe (the girl/woman and the doctor) decide? What is the verdict? Life or death? At this point, I am sure New York is considering the release of Kermit Gosnell, abortionist, convicted of murdering aborted live infants. Acquit him? Give him a license and let him get back to work?
I cannot keep quiet. How can this be? What person in his or her right mind cannot be tortured by the very thought of such an act? Have we grown so cold and callous that this is meaningless? If that be true, all life is meaningless, worthless for many.
We are like the beasts, perishing. And for the most part, that seems to be what we are witnessing in the world today. Yet, let’s not forget the pleas for the beasts! Even dogs and cats are given more consideration, as we are bombarded with constant reminders and request for donations to help the plight of animals at the hands of cruel, heartless humans.
There are those who would fight to keep a cat alive and yet encourage the abortion of a human infant. Supposedly, that which separates mankind from animals is the conscience and sense of morality. Very few animals kill their own young. Think about that.
There was a movie in 1973, “Soylent Green,” which portrayed a future wherein those over a certain age were mandated by the authorities to check in at a planned death clinic to be euthanized. There were very few jobs, and the people were dependent on food doled out by the authorities called “soylent green.” It’s campy, but worth a watch, starring Charlton Heston with Edward G. Robinson (in his last role).
But looking at society today, what happens, what is the consequence, when an entire generation of people, a taxpaying workforce, is missing from a nation? For 60,000,000-plus babies have been killed by abortion since 1973.
It makes it easier to see what’s coming: the fully accepted legal practice of (assisted) suicide and eventually, forced euthanasia of those deemed elderly and/or disabled by the ruling class.
Things are going to get much worse. I don’t see this ship turning around. If you agree, now would be the perfect time to seek the LORD.
For whoever finds me, finds life,
And obtains favor from the LORD;
But he who sins against me wrongs his own soul;
All those who hate me love death. (Psalm 8:35-36)
The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” (Psalm 53:1)
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness;
Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! (Isaiah 5:20)
Karyn Rochford lives in southern Virginia and has had numerous editorials and opinion articles published by local newspapers and internet news outlets. She self-published “Lessons In The Garden” in 2014.
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