Judge temporarily halts Alaska abortion restrictions during Planned Parenthood lawsuit

“How old are they?”

Too young for that.

“When will be allowed to see what their parents and grandparents have permitted in this country for almost 50 years?”

When their parents say so.

Here ya go...

An old cowpoke went ridin’ out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowin’ through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Yippee-I-aye Yippee-I-o Ghost herd in the sky	A choosey mom went ridin' out - in her hybrid Chevrolet. In gridlock traffic she rested - frustrated by delay. When all at once a countless crowd of human lives she saw All tossed into a bucket by the full force of the Law. Yippee-I-o Yippee-I-aye Dead babies in the snow...
Their brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny, and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders comin’ hard, and he heard their mournful cry Yippee-I-aye Yippee-I-o Ghost riders in the sky	Their hands were still attached but cut up by knives of steel. Their eyes, no longer shiny, wished for things they'd never feel. A bolt of fear went through her as she heard their silent cry coming straight for her - and she felt that she was going to die. Yippee-I-o Yippee-I-aye Dead babies in the snow...
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd, but they ain’t caught ’em yet ‘Cause they got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire – as they ride on hear their cry Yippee-I-aye Yippee-I-o Ghost riders in the sky	Their faces gone, their lips are blue, they'll never poop or sweat, Their souls now cry from Heaven - their pleas have not been met. But they'll be with GOD forever, in the big house in the sky. Have you made plans to be there? You know you're gonna die. Yippee-I-o Yippee-I-aye Dead babies in the snow...
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name If you wanna save your soul from Hell a-ridin’ on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin’ to catch the Devil’s herd across these endless skies Yippee-I-aye Yippee-I-o Ghost riders in the sky	As her child crawled on by her, she heard it call her name It said, "Mommy; PLEASE I love you. And forgive you just the same. So won't you change your ways today or Satan will grab your hide. And you'll be lost forever - never to have me by your side." Yippee-I-o Yippee-I-aye Dead babies in the snow...

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Now if only we had a recording studio and someone with a cavernous, mournful voice. Would Luther Van Dross be interested? He can sing anything from bass to soprano.

On a social media site, somebody screaming at me near incoherently about a “blob of cells” is not alive. Wow. Their hatred is sobering, isn’t it?

Pretty sure, from basic biology, that a cell is the basic building block of life? A biological cell is, by definition, alive? (Or at least was?)