Cr@p how do these people do this? I fail to see it.
These people have no souls.
“see, if you de-fund us, this is what will happen”
You can find remains of a whole lot more babies on any given day in an abortion mill in this country.
I get the same awful feeling like you are in the presence of something evil. Like when I first learned of the holicaust when I was around 10.
Strangely enough, just this morning I read a very moving account of a former Planned Parenthood employee who had her worldview shaken by seeing the remains of a baby in a jar.
She now runs a pro-life ministry!
Here’s the link if you’re interested:
http://www.ncregister.com/site/article/from-planned-parenthood-to-the-church/
And here are the first few paragraphs (too long to post the whole thing here):
The room in the back of the clinic was quiet, but Catherine’s mind was screaming: There was a baby in a jar. Arms. Legs. Fingers! There was a baby in a jar! She knew she had to get out of there. Fast. She couldn’t look at it one moment longer.
It?
Catherine Adair had spent the previous year working at Planned Parenthood convincing women that, despite what they thought, that wasn’t a baby growing in their womb. It was a … an … it. And it required a “procedure,” as she called it back then.
She’d spent the previous year accepting payment for abortions and “counseling” young women in the bright office and working as a medical assistant for first-trimester abortions.
But one day in 1997, everything changed. She was asked to clean up the room from a second-trimester abortion. She had never been in that room before, and even though she had “counseled” other women about the procedure, she had no idea what it really entailed.
She’d walked into a similar room once before when she was 19, when she aborted her 11-week-old baby — something she promised herself a long time before she wouldn’t think about ever again. And she hadn’t wanted to go back in, but she convinced herself that there was nothing wrong with what was going on.
“I walked in and looked on the side table. And there’s a jar. And in this jar are clearly body parts. Two arms; two legs. I stared at it. I wasn’t sure if I was making it up. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I backed up out of the room. I went to the medical assistant and said, ‘I can’t do this.’”
“What’s wrong?” asked the medical assistant.
“I … I … I can’t go back in there,” said Catherine.
“You wanna’ talk about it?” asked the other woman.
“No,” replied Catherine. She didn’t want to talk about it because talking about it would almost make it more real. “I couldn’t process it. It was so brutal. It was shocking. Up to that point, I hadn’t understood we were talking about real human beings. Arms and legs. Even though I counseled women on abortion, I had no idea. In the first trimester maybe you can believe the lie that it’s not a baby, but on that particular day, I couldn’t believe the lie anymore.”
Read more: http://www.ncregister.com/site/article/from-planned-parenthood-to-the-church/#ixzz1lOPW3iML
Ping
A town named Hannible with a doctor named Hopkins ??? Coinkydinky, I think not!