Today, Planned Parenthood celebrates itself. With nearly 100 years of public deception and pseudoscientific propaganda under its bloody belt, what’s another nationwide ad campaign to distort its billion-dollar abortion empire.
It’s easy to be corrupt when you kill for a living. Does anyone really expect the nation’s largest abortion and baby-parts-trafficking chain to be honest about its numbers? They abort and distort every single day.
Hitler called and wants his “scientists” back.
Society has a funny way of deciding when to express outrage. Millions of innocent humans (aka pregnancy tissue) are slaughtered and their fully intact body parts are sold. Crickets.
I never realized how much mainstream media had an affinity with martial arts. Over the past week, we’ve seen some of the most ferocious journalistic jujutsu in my lifetime. Shocking undercover videos are released revealing the true essence of Planned Parenthood—a cold, callous, commercial abortion and human-parts trafficking chain—and America’s news media can’t move quickly enough to spar with the messengers.
Imagine a world without dads.
Fresh off a stinging courtroom defeat, the national NAACP leadership reveals how little it considers its legacy. They sued an actual black (biracial) man for “harming” its reputation for accurately calling them out on their radical support for abortion.
Unlimited access to the internet and 24-hour news cycles would give one the impression that extensive information is being conveyed to the public regarding the crucial issues of our day. But in large part, the same old uninformative stuff gets regurgitated over and over again. The gatekeepers, intent on presenting a one-sided portrayal of one of the most coordinated and funded social movements of our day, are fine with misrepresenting the news.
There's nothing quite like learning about the fate of your hard-fought advocacy work through a tweet. I was spending time with my wife and children, doing our devotions, enjoying a nice big breakfast, and not worrying about the world around us for those precious morning hours last week. As the kids scurried out the door for their homeschoolers' dance class, I started flipping through all of the notifications on my phone.