Recent searches that have led people here:
real pictures of a fetus at 15 weeks pregnant and 20 week fetus pictures - I heartily recommend The Visible Embryo. Here is a 14-15 week ZEF, and here is 20-21 weeks.
Lots of searches for March for Life 2007 Photos. So here are Tim's Photos, MommyLife's pictures, and Michelle Malkin's pictures. A video can be viewed here. And mine are here. And there are pictures from Oregon and Washington state. And West Coast Walk for Life in San Francisco.
Geraldine Santoro -- This is the woman whose photo abortion advocates circulate as proof that abortion ought to be legal, so that women terrorized by abusive ex-husbands can get their fetuses killed. Evidently women with abusive ex-husbands aren't entitled to any form of help except abortion.
dr. ester pimentel - She was one of the doctors that stood around stupidly and watched Diane Watson die.
Cemetery of Choice has two URLs -- here and here.
Last but not least:
Dr. Inno Obasi -- He performed the fatal abortion on Synthia Dennard, who, as it turned out, hadn't actually been pregnant in the first place.
Showing posts with label March for Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label March for Life. Show all posts
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Why the absence of counter-protesters?
When I used to attend March for Life in the early 1990s, there were always counter-protesters lining the route. After a long absence, I returned last year and saw not a single counter-protester. And this year, I heard that there was counter-protesters but search as I could I never saw one.
Whatup with that? Does anybody know?
Whatup with that? Does anybody know?
Marching for Marla, 2007
I went down with the Catholics again. Guess who was on my bus? Sarah! The girl who had been banned from passing out literature at her school on the Pro-Life Day of Silent Solidarity!
She's adorable, isn't she? What a sweet kid!
We stayed at the Bassilica again. We set out stuff in the crypt, then one of the staff chased us out and told us to set up at the open area in the center of the crypts, then he found out there were 37 of us, one in a wheelchair, and let us back into the crypt. We slept with a dead bishop.
I settled behind a pilar that had a metal reproduction of the head of the Virgin Mary from Michalangel's Pieta. They forgot I was there and woke me up very late in the morning! I had to rush to get my teeth brushed before we left. (We had to be out of the crypt before a 5:30 a.m. mass to be held there.)
We set off for the Verizon Center, where everybody else was attending the Youth Rally, while I hustled down the street to the Family Research Council building for the bloggers' conference.
Alas, the snow that had blown into the bus luggage area while we'd been unloading melted in the night and ruined the picture of Marla on my sign. I had to rush off to Kinko's to print a new one. Expensive! Fortunately I'd brought extra strips of Con-tac paper so I could affix it propery to the sign.
After the conference, off to the March. Everything was running late, I guess because of the weather. I found my group, but quickly got separated from them in the crunch. It was absolutely packed! I also got slowed because a lot of people wanted to read my sign.
I had kept the back simple, easy to read at a distance:
A lot of people were saddened, many grossed out. Though this bewildered me. How can they see all the mangled fetus pictures all the time, and hear all the gruesome descriptions of abortions, and be grossed out by anything?
I met Ann Marie, and Teresa, two of the Silent No More bloggers, along with many other Silent No More ladies. They had led the March and when they arrived at the Supreme Court they spread out along the curb. I talked to them for quite a while. We were crying. They were thanking me for remebering Marla and the other dead women and I was telling my story and how but for the grace of God, I'd have been standing beside them with my own sign. I'd been spared their anguish just because of my husband's choice of friends.
Our group was supposed to meet at the downhill end of the Rayburn building at 4:15, but by 4:10 there wasn't a sign of any of them. I borrowed a cell phone and found out that they'd just been delayed looking for each other, as we'd all been scattered in the press of the crowd. An uneventful ride home. And here I am, waiting to read of other people's experiences.
Next time I think I'll prepare a small two-sided card explaining why I'm marching for Marla, and about my calling to see to it that the dead aren't dismissed as irrelevant, so much grist for the abortion mill.
I have to go inspect the Cemetery of Choice site now for broken links. I get the feeling I'll be getting a lot of page views today.
For a great batch of photos, see MommyLife.
She's adorable, isn't she? What a sweet kid!
We stayed at the Bassilica again. We set out stuff in the crypt, then one of the staff chased us out and told us to set up at the open area in the center of the crypts, then he found out there were 37 of us, one in a wheelchair, and let us back into the crypt. We slept with a dead bishop.
I settled behind a pilar that had a metal reproduction of the head of the Virgin Mary from Michalangel's Pieta. They forgot I was there and woke me up very late in the morning! I had to rush to get my teeth brushed before we left. (We had to be out of the crypt before a 5:30 a.m. mass to be held there.)
We set off for the Verizon Center, where everybody else was attending the Youth Rally, while I hustled down the street to the Family Research Council building for the bloggers' conference.
Alas, the snow that had blown into the bus luggage area while we'd been unloading melted in the night and ruined the picture of Marla on my sign. I had to rush off to Kinko's to print a new one. Expensive! Fortunately I'd brought extra strips of Con-tac paper so I could affix it propery to the sign.
After the conference, off to the March. Everything was running late, I guess because of the weather. I found my group, but quickly got separated from them in the crunch. It was absolutely packed! I also got slowed because a lot of people wanted to read my sign.
I had kept the back simple, easy to read at a distance:
A lot of people were saddened, many grossed out. Though this bewildered me. How can they see all the mangled fetus pictures all the time, and hear all the gruesome descriptions of abortions, and be grossed out by anything?
I met Ann Marie, and Teresa, two of the Silent No More bloggers, along with many other Silent No More ladies. They had led the March and when they arrived at the Supreme Court they spread out along the curb. I talked to them for quite a while. We were crying. They were thanking me for remebering Marla and the other dead women and I was telling my story and how but for the grace of God, I'd have been standing beside them with my own sign. I'd been spared their anguish just because of my husband's choice of friends.
Our group was supposed to meet at the downhill end of the Rayburn building at 4:15, but by 4:10 there wasn't a sign of any of them. I borrowed a cell phone and found out that they'd just been delayed looking for each other, as we'd all been scattered in the press of the crowd. An uneventful ride home. And here I am, waiting to read of other people's experiences.
Next time I think I'll prepare a small two-sided card explaining why I'm marching for Marla, and about my calling to see to it that the dead aren't dismissed as irrelevant, so much grist for the abortion mill.
I have to go inspect the Cemetery of Choice site now for broken links. I get the feeling I'll be getting a lot of page views today.
For a great batch of photos, see MommyLife.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Getting ready for Blogs4Life, March for Life
I'll not be doing any blogging tomorrow -- or most of today -- because I'm heading to DC for Blog4Life and March for Life.
This is a bit of an adventure, because though I have a ride down, I don't have a ride home that allows me to attend the entire bloggers' conference. I'm hoping that during the morning session I find somebody who's passing through my area on their way home. If not, I miss the blogger session that comes after the March. Which would be a bummer.
I made my sign yesterday -- a much better sign than the one I had last year. This year's sign is on foam board, with full color photos on one side and black with poster paint on the other: "Laws don't kill women/ABORTIONISTS DO"
I leave at noon today. Prayers appreciated
This is a bit of an adventure, because though I have a ride down, I don't have a ride home that allows me to attend the entire bloggers' conference. I'm hoping that during the morning session I find somebody who's passing through my area on their way home. If not, I miss the blogger session that comes after the March. Which would be a bummer.
I made my sign yesterday -- a much better sign than the one I had last year. This year's sign is on foam board, with full color photos on one side and black with poster paint on the other: "Laws don't kill women/ABORTIONISTS DO"
I leave at noon today. Prayers appreciated
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