It seems like abortion activists are getting more brazen in pushing their agenda to normalize and celebrate abortion every day.
American singer Amanda Palmer (I hadn’t heard of her either) released the single “Voicemail for Jill” on Tuesday, announcing matter-of-factly on Twitter, “this is my new song… it’s about abortion,” along with a link to the audio.
this is my new song, “voicemail for jill”. it’s about abortion. it’s going to be on THERE WILL BE NO INTERMISSION, the album i’m putting out march 8th.https://t.co/NQ5Bz7n6mR pic.twitter.com/y7puSAmRyP
— Amanda Palmer (@amandapalmer) February 19, 2019
The song is about a voicemail Palmer leaves for her friend, Jill, who is getting an abortion in Boston the next day while Palmer is away in London. She does call it “the hardest decision,” acknowledges there is grief and compares it to being in hell twice: “I know you’re in hell” and “we can never tell who is in an identical hell,” but, overall, the song seems most sad that we don’t celebrate abortions more like births.
Palmer croons:
Life’s such a bitch isn’t it?
When you have a baby, they throw you a party
And then when you die they get together for a cryBut no one’s gonna celebrate you
No one’s gonna bring you cake
And no one’s gonna shower you with flowers
The doctor won’t congratulate you
No one on that pavement’s gonna
Shout at you that your heart also matters
She wants a party for having an abortion just like how pregnant women get a baby shower, but, in the age of “Shout Your Abortion,” where abortion is normalized, tv shows have characters celebrating abortion with ice cream and giving “Happy Abortion” flowers, and comedians salute abortion with marching bands and balloons, these lyrics are even more offkey than Palmer’s singing. Also, let’s dispel with the ridiculous notion that peaceful pro-lifers holding vigil outside abortion facilities don’t care about both mother and child, offer resources for both during and after pregnancy, and offer post-abortion counseling.
Palmer reassures Jill that she owes no explanation for her abortion – there is no wrong reason to have an abortion because abortion is never wrong – and references the comfort in numbers of women who have had abortions, odds are, including some walking by.
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You don’t need to offer the right explanation
You don’t need to beg for redemption or ask for forgiveness
And you don’t need a courtroom inside of your head
Where you’re acting as judge and accused and defendant and witnessIt’s a strange grief but it’s grief
Look at all the women in the street
You know the statistics, Jill
Even though they may not help Isn’t it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
The song ends with Palmer telling her friend she’ll be home next week and offering to throw her “the best abortion shower.”
I can bring some friends if you want us to come
We can bring you cake and we can bring you flowers
We can bring you wine and we can talk for hours
Ukulele by request
We’ll throw you the best
Abortion shower
And there it is, cut up the fetus cake and unwrap pads and condoms, now abortion showers are gonna be a thing! Simply sick.
Last summer Palmer, who has admitted to 3 abortions herself and once wrote a jokey upbeat song about rape and abortion, asked her Patreon supporters for help, asking, If you could give a loved one getting an abortion “one short message…to take into the experience, what would those words be?” She says she received 543 responses. Presumably the vast majority of her paying fans are pro-abortion feminists, but I wonder if she got any messages that urged love and life instead of abortion. Needless to say, even if she did receive pro-life answers, none of those messages appear in the final lyrics.
In her Patreon message Palmer also provided an interesting insight that probably helps to explain why the media is so pro-abortion. They’re bursting to share their own abortion stories, no wonder they’re so quick to promote others’.
I spent 5 solid hours on the phone yesterday talking with journalists from all over the world, and a vast majority of the interview time-bandwidth was taken up by this song. it made me happy, that the journalists weren’t afraid to focus on it.
but here’s something i wasn’t expecting:
journalists were telling me about their own abortion stories.
“Voicemail for Jill” is the second single from Palmer’s third solo album, “There Will Be No Intermission,” which is set to be released on March 8. Ever the outspoken lefty, Palmer spouts all sorts of liberal claptrap in a statement about it to Rolling Stone:
The rise of global fascism alongside the spreading fire of #MeToo has forged a louder megaphone for all women, and we’re all seeing that radical truth is infectious. I feel more urgency than ever to share the naked truth of my experiences. The kind of stories that I’m sharing on this record – abortion, miscarriage, cancer, grief, the darker sides of parenthood – have been therapeutic and frightening to write. But every time I play them for my friends and fans, the nodding heads of empathy have lit a fire under my ass to record and release them.
Palmer’s first single from the album is called “Drowning In the Sound” and Rolling Stone says it “addresses everything from the internet to climate change to the #MeToo movement and how it all contributes to this bizarre sociopolitical moment.” Sounds lovely. It’s always nice when a radical liberal makes it such an easy decision to avoid their product.
Full Lyrics:
ill, it’s Amanda, just waving from London
I know that you’re going tomorrow, the hardest decision
And I’ve been on the side of the phone for a month
And I know you’re in hell and you know that I know what you’re feeling
Life’s such a bitch isn’t it?
When you have a baby, they throw you a party
And then when you die they get together for a cry
But no one’s gonna celebrate you
No one’s gonna bring you cake
And no one’s gonna shower you with flowers
The doctor won’t congratulate you
No one on that pavement’s gonna
Shout at you that your heart also matters
I’m not sure that you’ll get this in time,
I don’t know if you’re checking your voicemail at all, but in case it’s the morning
And you’re off of the green line and walking through Copley
I want you to stop for a second, I want you to listen
You don’t need to offer the right explanation
You don’t need to beg for redemption or ask for forgiveness
And you don’t need a courtroom inside of your head
Where you’re acting as judge and accused and defendant and witness
It’s a strange grief but it’s grief
Look at all the women in the street
You know the statistics, Jill
Even though they may not help Isn’t it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
No one’s gonna celebrate you
No one’s gonna bring you cake
And no one’s gonna shower you with flowers
The doctor won’t congratulate you
No one on that pavement’s gonna
Shout at you that your heart also matters
No one’s gonna compliment you
No one’s gonna nod their heart
And wink in league with what you are pursuing
No one’s gonna tie surprise balloons
Onto your desk at work
And no one’s gonna ask you how you’re doing
But I’ll be back in Boston by next Thursday
Why don’t I come over?
I can bring some friends if you want us to come
We can bring you cake and we can bring you flowers
We can bring you wine and we can talk for hours
Ukulele by request
We’ll throw you the best
Abortion shower
LifeNews Note: Alexa Coombs writes for Newsbusters, where this originally appeared.
