Posted on 07/31/2015 2:56:59 AM PDT by markomalley
"I don't think any politician is vulnerable who supports Planned Parenthood because Planned Parenthood is beloved and trusted." - Terry O'Neill, President of NOW
On Now with Alex Wagner on Thursday, the President of the National Organization for Women was on briefly to discuss the scandal surrounding Planned Parenthood, and how it might affect Hillary Clinton's presidential aspirations. In the short time she was on screen, O'Neill managed to utter a surprising array of tone-deaf and highly-charged statements.
In addition to the above quote, O'Neill elaborated that the organization is everywhere and all things, claiming that one in every five women has used Planned Parenthood services. There was more, though.
"Moms love Planned Parenthood," she said. Moms.
"Planned Parenthood has nothing to apologize for. Nothing. I have only admiration for them," she adds.
O'Neill then tells a story about how she was walking out of the metro station in D.C. earlier this week and saw an anti-abortion poster. "What was it that I saw when I come up the escalators? It's this huge poster of bloody fetuses. That's disgusting. That's disturbing."
How very accurate. Then she adds "that is not produced by Planned Parenthood." The poster? Perhaps not. The pile of disturbing, chopped up, bloody aborted fetuses?
Yeah. They built that. That's their work. You might recognize it.
Doesn’t ObamaCare cover all these women’s “health” issues?
Women who support Planned Parenthood are less likely to actually be mothers.
Funny thing about NOW...
http://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3200158/posts
Marxist Feminisms Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment. I asked my favorite nun, Why? She answered, That means youll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!
What a giggle we girls had over that. How ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are, we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me. Katie said, Come to New York. Were making revolution! Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it.
I hadnt seen her for years. Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage. I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, Sexual Politics.
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a consciousness-raising-group, a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
Why are we here today? she asked.
To make revolution, they answered.
What kind of revolution? she replied.
The Cultural Revolution, they chanted.
And how do we make Cultural Revolution? she demanded.
By destroying the American family! they answered.
How do we destroy the family? she came back.
By destroying the American Patriarch, they cried exuberantly.
And how do we destroy the American Patriarch? she replied.
By taking away his power!
How do we do that?
By destroying monogamy! they shouted.
How can we destroy monogamy?
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality! they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was to invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with The Revolution: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly. I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses. I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didnt care what anyone thought because they just hadnt seen what I had or been where I had been. I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know? Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit. I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists Id conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt plot such a thing? Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity? And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building. I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of Time Magazine. Time called her the Karl Marx of the Womens Movement. This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women. Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat. The only hope for womens liberation (communisms favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; liberation, and much like collective please run from it, run for your life) was this new Womens Movement. Her books captivated the academic classes and soon Womens Studies courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and theres a class called Womens Studies. Hmmm, this could be interesting, says Mom. Maybe you could get something out of this.
Seems innocuous to her. How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain? Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents. She mustnt follow in her mothers footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love. Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. Theres hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart. Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes.
By the time Womens Studies professors finish with your daughter, she will be a shell of the innocent girl you knew, whos soon convinced that although she should be flopping down with every boy she fancies, she should not, by any means, get pregnant. And so, as a practitioner of promiscuity, she becomes a wizard of prevention techniques, especially abortion.
The goal of Womens Liberation is to wear each female down to losing all empathy for boys, men or babies. The tenderest aspects of her soul are roughened into a rock pile of cynicism, where she will think nothing of murdering her baby in the warm protective nest of her little-girl womb. She will be taught that she, in order to free herself, must become an outlaw. This is only reasonable because all Western law, since Magna Carta and even before, is a concoction of the evil white man whose true purpose is to press her into slavery.
Be an outlaw! Rebel! Be defiant! (Think Madonna, Lady Gaga, Lois Lerner, Elizabeth Warren.) All women are prostitutes, she will be told. Youre either really smart and use sex by being promiscuous for your own pleasures and development as a full free human being just like men or you can be a professional prostitute, a viable business for women, which is empowering or you can be duped like your mother and prostitute yourself to one man exclusively whereby you fall under the heavy thumb of the oppressor. All wives are just one-man whores.
She is to be heartless in this. No sentimental stuff about courting. No empathy for either boy or baby. She has a life to live and no one is to get in her way. And if the boy or man doesnt get it then no sex for him; making love becomes having sex. Im not having sex with any jerk who doesnt believe I can kill his son or daughter at my whim. He has no say in it because its my body! (Strange logic as who has ever heard of a body with two heads, two hearts, four arms, four feet?)
Theres no end to the absurdities your young girl will be convinced to swallow. I plan to leap from guy to guy as much as I please and no one can stop me because Im liberated! In other words, these people will turn your daughter into a slut with my sisters books as instruction manuals. (Slut is a good word. Be proud of it!) Shell be telling you, Im probably never getting married and if I do it will be after Ive established my career, which nowadays often means never. Ill keep my own name and I dont really want kids. Theyre such a bother and only get in the way. Theyll tell her, Dont let any guy degrade you by allowing him to open doors for you. To be called a lady is an insult. Chivalry is a means of ownership.
Thus, the females, who are fundamentally the arbiters of society go on to harden their young men with such pillow-talk in the same way theyve been hardened because, Wow, man, Ive gotta get laid and she wont do it if I dont agree to let her kill the kid if she gets knocked-up! Oppressed? Woman has always had power. Consider the eternal paradigm: only after Eve convinced Adam to eat the fruit did mankind fall. I.e., man does anything to make woman happy, even if its in defiance of God. Theres power for ya! Without a decent womankind, mankind is lost. As Mae West said, When women go wrong men go right after them!
Ive known women who fell for this creed in their youth who now, in their fifties and sixties, cry themselves to sleep decades of countless nights grieving for the children theyll never have and the ones they coldly murdered because they were protecting the empty loveless futures they now live with no way of going back. Where are my children? Where are my grandchildren? they cry to me.
Your sisters books destroyed my sisters life! Ive heard numerous times. She was happily married with four kids and after she read those books, walked out on a bewildered man and didnt look back. The man fell into despairing rack and ruin. The children were stunted, set off their tracks, deeply harmed; the family profoundly dislocated and there was no putting Humpty-Dumpty together again....
If this wasn’t an organization near and dear to the hearts of liberals, the assets would have been seized and they would have had their doors closed already.
But because this is PP, the place of worship for liberals where the sacrament of abortion is taught, promoted and practiced, it is being defended. PP is the victim of extremists and is under attack.
the NAGS gal failed to note that the murderers on the various videos are all women
that would be educated white women that are making a difference as positive role models for America’s daughters
Bookmark to share with daughter
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