The Democrat party has staked its position on abortion, firmly planting its feed in blood-soaked soil. Common ground is not, nor has ever really been, a genuine goal of the party. It proudly celebrates its embrace of an industry that kills over a million innocent unborn children every year and wounds countless women and men in the violent process. Liberal activists will parade around as gigantic vaginas, publicly recite explicit lines to pro-statutory rape “The Vagina Monologues”, wear t-shirts proclaiming “I Had An Abortion”, support partial-birth abortion, and stand with the abortion chain that refuses to report rape. But they’re not the extremists?
What does it feel like to be honored by an organization that has killed over 12 million human beings? What goes through the mind of an individual who’s shiny, yet blood-streaked, trophy celebrates the mutilation of another person? Does one say “Planned Parenthood only killed 329,445 this year, but I hope we can top that next year”?
The Virginia Coalition for Life, in partnership with The Radiance Foundation, has launched a bold ad campaign to challenge the abortion industry and the culture of fatherlessness that it has fostered.
The New York Times continues to assault the very existence of men, with an Op-Ed (“Men, Who Needs Them?”) so steeped in idiocy that one wonders if all critical thinking is extinct at the Gray Lady.
‘Tis the season to be wearing tread marks. Congressman Todd Akins has crawled out from under the bus, brushed himself off and is standing firm.
On Saturday, the President of the United States, who has spent the past four years dividing Americans rather than uniting, celebrates his 51st birthday. He will be lavished with all kinds of praise by the sycophants known as mainstream media.
Sometimes in life our most painful wounds are self-inflicted. Nowhere is that more evident, today, than in the black community.