I’ve just found out, unfortunately, that homosexual groups were allowed to march in yesterday’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, but that no pro-life groups were welcome. “The whole thing is perverse,” said William Donohue, president of the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights. Timothy Cardinal Dolan, of the Archdiocese of New York, rightly pointed out that the parade exists only to honor St. Patrick, the patron saint of both Ireland and of the Archdiocese, and that no one may legitimately be allowed to use it “… for causes that are extrinsic to its origins.” Besides that, Obama has recently nominated Merrick Garland, a favorite of Planned Parenthood, to replace the recently deceased Justice Antonin Scalia on the Supreme Court. We simply cannot allow this to go on any longer. The left has been walking all over us for entirely too long and it’s about time we finally wised up and demanded our rightful due.
If I could have a vial of truth serum and could give it to someone, with his consent, it would have to be Barack Obama. I should like to ask Obama what he could finds so impressive about reverse discrimination, the moslems, abortion, euthanasia, homosexuality and all the other things that are on the liberal agenda. I don’t have any interest in guns but the more I’ve thought it through, the more I’ve come to recognize that if the government has the right to disarm forcibly the people, that’s yet another step to a totalitarian state. I should like to ask Obama by what right does he presume to think for one second that destruction of the family unit as the basic fundamental building block of society is a good thing. Liberals are notoriously distrustful of the common man. As a well-educated self-proclaimed elite, they have declared themselves more qualified than the average American to do him the big favor of running his life for him. He has even been known to have considered giving the arts and humanities a cabinet post, creating a department of culture. That would be a hideous mistake, to allow the government to dictate their terms to us in that world. When the government controls our story telling and symbolism, we’re in big trouble. It would be nice if we could have the satisfaction of an explanation for all this poisonous agenda.
Dear Barack Obama, Martin Luther King Jr. once looked “…to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” That’s exactly what most certainly did not happen in the 2008 and 2012 elections. People stooped to voting for you only because you’re black. You’re not even entirely black anyway. Voting for someone simply because he’s black is precisely as unethical as voting for him just because he’s white. You’re in favor of abortion, euthanasia, homosexuality, reverse discrimination and all the rest of the liberal agenda. How could anyone with your ideas possibly be even the least bit worthy of the presidency or the Nobel Peace Prize. You once claimed that you wouldn’t want either of your daughters to be punished with a baby just because of her having made a mistake, as if having a baby is a bad thing. You’re a follower of characters like Saul Alinsky, who wholeheartedly advocated the abandonment of morals and ethics as impediments to political success. Alinsky’s book, “Rules For Radicals” is dedicated to Lucifer. Most recently you showed the United States military absolutely no respect whatsoever by expecting them to hold your umbrella, and by saluting them with a coffee cup. This letter is only a very brief synopsis of the reasons I could never condone your being President.
Anyone who’s ever met me can easily tell you that I’ve always been quite an outspoken foe of liberalism and all it stands for. On January 22, 1973, the United States Supreme Court, with its Roe v. Wade and Doe v. Bolton decisions, made abortion legal. That was the single most nauseating part of the sexual revolution of the 1960’s. Liberalism has always been about the might makes right mentality. Its proponents like to pretend that they’re the champions of personal freedom and equality but the leftist mentality is thoroughly totalitarian in its very nature. Every since I was in my twenties I’ve been actively involved in the culture war, doing everything I can to circulate petitions, to engage in debates, and to participate in fund raisers in order to defeat the liberal agenda. When I was really active in the Knights of Colum bus’ Council 794, in Lindenhurst, I frequently attended the Cardinal’s pro-life Mass on the anniversary of the 1973 Supreme Court decisions. When I lived in Pennsylvania, I often went on the bus, with Pennsylvanians for Human Life, to Washington, D.C. in January to the March for Life. It struck me as quite seriously disappointing today when a woman said on her WordPress blog that in 1970, as a college student, she spoke out to her school’s administration in favor of artificial contraception. As far as I’m concerned, that’s exactly the entire problem. The pro-contraceptive mentality plays directly into the pro-abortion mentality. When sexuality is seen merely as a recreational activity, and pregnancy is seen as unfortunate, and as a risk to be avoided, all kinds and degrees of evil become permissible. I’ve never been able to figure out how someone who is pro abortion could possibly be against the Nazi party and slavery. The Nazi party and slavery reject other people’s innate dignity as human beings. So does abortion. Liberals like to provoke people to action by chanting lines like Beatle John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band song, “Power to the People”. What people don’t seem to understand is that the “Power to the People” mentality gives power not to the people but to the almighty State. We can see it happening to this country now. The State is trying to control our lives entirely. Each day someone presumes to tell us what we may or may not have permission to eat, to drink, to wear, to say, to do. Like abortion, homosexuality, euthanasia, reverse discrimination, and embryonic stem cell research are also means by which the omnipotent State tries to control our lives. I fully intend to go on rejecting liberalism and all its works and all its empty promises. So far we in the pro-life movement have yet to win the war but we have been making significant progress against the culture of death.
Don’t buy the packaged product the media is selling you, of loving, doting, oh-so-caring and, of course!, incredibly stable homosexuals who, garsh darn it, just might possess the ideal qualities to be parents.
Three children were rescued from a Monterey County home last week after deputies discovered that two women — one a former correctional officer — had starved, chained and abused the children, officials said Friday.
Sheriff’s deputies rescued the children from the couples’ residence on Russell Road near Salinas on March 14, citing horrific conditions and an 8-year-old girl who looked “like a concentration camp victim,” said Monterey County Sheriff Scott Miller.
Also in the home were two boys, ages 3 and 5.
Miller said Eraca Dawn Craig, 31, and Christian Jessica Deanda, 44, are accused of felony child cruelty, false imprisonment and other charges.
Deputies conducted a welfare check at the house after the…
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I’m fifty four years old. The older I get the more I’m required to associate with very old people. When I was still actively involved with Our Lady of Perpetual Help’s Knights of Columbus council 794, in Lindenhurst, I was constantly surrounded by a significant number of couples who were well into their seventies and eighties. My oldest living relative, Uncle Frankie, will be ninety years old in August. He was married to my mother’s older sister, Aunt Mary Theresa. My parents both died last autumn when they were eighty. I’ve learned from having to associate with them all that old age brings with it a combination of extreme good and extreme bad. Old people can be quite a source of story telling, humor, wit and insight into bygone eras. Because of all the physical, financial, emotional and other problems that come with the passage of time, though, they can also be very hard to handle. Their habits, because of the passage of time, are so irrevocably entrenched into their lives that they can’t get rid of them. I’ve never liked the Willard Scott mentality, that refers to the very old as a hundred (or whatever) years young, as if to refer to someone as old is somehow an insult. This does a major disservice to both the young and the old as it renders the concepts meaningless. Language must never be exploited as an ideological tool. It must be used only at the service of the truth. To the degree that a culture has been infected by liberalism it inevitably respects neither the old nor the very young, the ill nor the handicapped. I agree with what I recently read in Communio, the International Catholic Review, that the left’s ideas, influenced by John Locke, want a world populated only by young, healthy, autonomous, self-sufficient adults. They want a world where the only people who really count are the kind who are the equivalent of Adam before Eve showed up. In order to be worthwhile, each individual must be entirely self-sufficient. Our culture now puts children into school as soon as possible in order that the state can have as early and as thorough a control over them as possible. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s claim that “It takes a village to raise a child” is lethal to healthy family life. The old and otherwise incapacitated, thanks to the mentality espoused in Obamacare, are subjected to treatment based on what’s cost-effective rather than on the absolute dignity that inheres in each specific individual simply because he’s a human being. We desperately need more people like the little sisters of the poor, at Queen of Peace Residence in Queens Village, New York, and the Carmelite Sisters for the Aged and Infirm, at the Little Flower Manor in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania. I’ve never liked the idea of being young at heart, as young as you feel or any other such cliche’. That type of language reinforces the ideas, espoused by the left, that only the young are worthwhile. I like the idea that each age range has a share of beauty, truth and goodness that are intrinsically proper to it. I can also understand, though, that it seems so odd, and gets odder with passing time, that I’m as old as I am now. Whenever I see my sixteen year old niece, a high school junior , or my two nephews in their twenties, I have all sorts of flashbacks to when I was that young. It seems as if it were only yesterday. Minutes go by too slowly and decades go by too fast. I should really like to think that by the time I am old enough to qualify as undeniably old I shall have more of the quick-witted story-telling throwback in me than the self-pitying creep who lets his aches, pains and regrets mess up what’s left of his life. Maybe I shall be like Arte Johnson’s Tyrone F. Horneigh character from “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-in”, who’d always hit so hysterically on Ruth Buzzi’s Gladys Ormphby. I’ve always been quite a walking anachronism anyway. By now I know quite well that hep Larry always seems to have ideas that are much better than what real Larry puts into practice though. I should imagine that people will find me quite seriously ornery and cantankerous. They will be expected to put up with even more references to how my current surroundings stack up against Jackson Heights and Lindenhurst, and what the current administration is like compared to those of Gerald R. Ford and Jimmy Carter. Pain and death are as scary for me as for anyone. Eventually I shall have to succumb to them. That will be the hardest thing for me.