The great effort to outlaw late-term abortions in Albuquerque, NM fell short last night. The efforts on the part of pro-life groups were nothing short of Herculean, and great credit goes to all who played a part. While this means that older babies with more capacity for pain will continue to die horrendous deaths in the late-term abortion capital, all is not loss.
We’ll be back.
Again, and again, and again…
We’ll be back with the positive message of hope and beauty, and with the truth of science and medicine, with the great hope of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. One day, we shall overwhelm the good people of Albuquerque with that message of truth, and beauty, and hope; more than all of the money, and lies, and deceit of Planned Parenthood and Barak Obama. And when that day comes, when that great epiphany dawns on the city of Albuquerque, the city as a whole will begin to be transformed.
That day is coming.
So very many young people played a part. They are possessed of a passion, and vision, and moral courage that my generation never had, and never will.
They’re warriors, and they’re beautiful.
Yesterday might have been a victory for the abortionists, but it was a costly one. It has roused even more young people, increased their determination, and steeled the resolve of the scientists and physicians such as myself who will no longer stay silent, play the game, and watch our disciplines cooped by activist thugs, corrupt politicians, and third-rate quacks in lab coats.
All of the clinical data are on our side, not theirs, and there are more and more of us stepping forward every day. The momentum is with us. That happens when truth begins to avalanche. It builds momentum and becomes irresistible. The days of hacking humans to death are numbered, and it will all happen nonviolently at the polls.
For now, words of comfort to those who fought this battle with fierce determination. They are from Theodore Roosevelt in an address he gave at the Sorbonne:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
God Bless you all.