Catholic Ping - please freepmail me if you want on/off this list
"I'd have to give up my life,...I'd never be able to leave my house."
Where on earth do these people come from? One doesn't give up a life, but gets one even larger. As far as never leaving the house I can't imagine. I moved from the city to a rural ranching community. Took four children under six years thirty miles to buy groceries. (And, yes, we shopped at Wal-Mart) We always made a party of it. When that became difficult, I simply bought a cow. Learned to milk, make butter, cheese, and sell the surplus to neighbors. I bought all the appliances for a new house with the money. Our veternarian always laughed, said he'd never seen a play pen installed in cattle corrals--which always seemed a puzzle. How did pioneers keep thetr kids from getting squashed?
I drove a 1965 Mustang (still have it) to the barns to milk. One morning, I left the kids in the car. when I returned I always drove to the house with the milk bucket balanced on the console, holding the bail and lifting it when I hit a bump in the road to keep from drowning the kids. That morning there appeared a flying missile in the car. It kept flying around the inside of the car and hitting everyone in the head threatening to brain us or drown us in five gallons of milk. When I stopped, I discovered the kids had been playing with a large spool of sewing thread and the end had caught on something on the outside of the car. As I drove along it bounced all over as it unwound. I took the spool, cut the thread and placed it on the dash of the car--I thought. Later, when we went to town, I got four kids from the car in the Safeway grocery store parking lot. they began staggering, stumbling,and falling down on the the asphalt. It was then I discoved they'd unwound the remainder of the thread and it was hopelessly knotted and tangled in all their shoelaces. For a time, they seemed hoplessly connected. This is where I learned to bite thread in two with only my teeth, while crawling around in a greasy parking lot on my hands and knees.
Question? How do all these murderous women who abort their babies fill their days? Or better--how do they ever develope a reputation sufficient to enable them to get the entire grocery store to themselves?
Ping.
This is sick.
What I don't get is how people can't see where this is leading to. You have pretty much unrestricted euthanasia in the Netherlands, and how long till that comes here.
How long till some one thinks that the old pamphlet "A Modest Proposal" is a real blueprint? How long till they start up the camps and the ovens?