Monday, April 29, 2013

"Safe" Murder?

[Abortion-rights groups] say that Dr. Gosnell was a rogue practitioner, and that if abortion is further restricted, more women will be driven to clinics like his, which prosecutors called a “house of horrors.”
“Restrictions really work to hinder access to safe abortion,”
-Dayle Steinberg, president of Planned Parenthood Southeastern Pennsylvania.
“Safe abortion”.  Ponder those words for a moment.  Since when is murder ever safe?
Let’s come to a logical conclusion here, folks.  If it’s okay to murder babies, if we need to avoid restrictions so as to keep their mothers safe… then, logically, it’s safest to murder a baby after he’s been born.  After all, then the mother cannot possibly be harmed during the “procedure”, right?
Or… maybe not.  That would be murder, after all, and there are restrictions on that.  You’re allowed to kill a person if they’re over here, but not when they’re over there.  Those pesky restrictions…
If abortion is acceptable, then Gosnell’s main fault is merely that he didn’t kill babies quickly enough.  To say that it is okay to slaughter a baby one moment, but that it is not okay the next, is utterly  and completely delusional.
One who says that Gosnell should be on trial for murder cannot turn around a moment later and say that abortion is normally fine.   That’s ridiculousness.
Yes, Gosnell’s clinic was a “house of horrors”.  As is every abortion “clinic”.  Since when is murder anything other than horrifying?  Although the facts surfacing at the Gosnell trial about how abortions were preformed there are easily regarded as more disgusting than “regular” abortion, a baby dies either way.
Murder is murder, whether it takes place in a posh, sanitized clinic at 1:00 PM or in a filthy, run-down hovel at 1:01 PM.

Monday, April 22, 2013

April {Photos}

During the month of April (thus far, that is… the month isn’t quite over yet)…
Caleb realized that he no longer fits in the baby swing…
I took quite a few photos of flowers.  No, I won’t bore you by posting them all.  I’m only putting one in here.  You’re welcome.
Esther did… something in the backyard.  Played with the dog, maybe?  I’m not sure.
Joseph and Caleb talked to each other.  Using walkie-talkies.  Even though they were just a few feet away from each other… O.o
Abigail decided to pretend that Caleb was a baby, and tried to push him around the stroller.  This experiment… did not turn out too well.
Stephen found a turtle.
The logical thing to do, of course, was to bring it inside and put it on the dining room floor.
Joseph decided to get a closer look at it before it was brought back outside…
Liz studied…
Joe was in a chess tournament…
And so were Esther and Stephen.  Actually, these two were in multiple tournaments…
Scout tried to sneak into the house.  And failed, especially when it came to the sneaking part.
Stephen, my headless brother, and Lizzy had a snack… (okay, not really.  They were just cleaning out the freezer and discovered that we have a lot of ice cream.)
We helped take care of goats for some friends who were away on vacation…
(No, that’s not a goat.  We also took care of their dog…)
Esther made us laugh…
Abigail tried her hand at milking the goats…
…and lasted for about thirty seconds before quitting, but at least she tried.

Stephen and Esther played chess together.  Online.  While sitting in the same room.
We went to a barn dance on the 20th, and this is how Joe and Caleb dressed up.  You can’t see them in this photo, but Caleb is wearing his crocs.  Cowboys always wear crocs, right?
I don’t really have any good photos from the dance itself.  Which might be a good thing, because even though I didn’t do the chicken dance, others did.  So.
I know I said I wouldn’t post any more flower photos… this is a bug.  Not a flower, a bug.  Which  happens to be sitting (standing?) upon a flower.
No…. I’m not convincing myself, either. 
Anyways.  That’s all for now, folks…

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Goats, Chess, and Other Ramblings

I was planning on sitting down and banging around on the piano while I baked – er, while the stuff in the oven baked – but the little kids started watching Andy Griffith in the living room.  Since the piano is located in that same room, and since they don’t appreciate having someone drown out the movie with music, (and I don’t like my music drowned out by a movie,) I’m blogging ’bout random stuff instead.  So.

Stephen and Esther have been involved in quite a few chess-related events lately.  I originally taught Stephen how to play chess, back when we were just kids – but we basically just fumbled about while playing it, not really knowing what we were doing.  A couple of years ago he started studying it more seriously, and taught Esther how to play.
They found a nearby chess club just a few months ago, and since then they’ve gone to several tournaments.  Somehow or another they’ve also managed to pick up two or three chess coaches.  I’m not really sure how that happened…?  O.o
They went to yet another chess tournament last Saturday – Esther won first in her division, and Stephen was in a four-way tie for first in his.  I don’t know how they do it, but I’m glad that they’re enjoying themselves and doing well.  As for me, I know I’d go insane if I had to play chess ALL DAY.  One game every six months or so is enough for me.  It doesn’t seem to bother them, though – after getting home they played some more.  Strange people.  ;)

Some friends of ours are currently on vacation, and so we have the adventure of taking care of their goats.  (We’re also taking care of their polar bear- I mean, dog – and chickens – but that doesn’t qualify as an adventure, since we’ve been taking care of dogs and chickens for almost as long as I can remember.  Taking care of goats, however, and especially milking goats, does qualify as an adventure, since we’ve never done either before.)
I was originally informed (by my family) that I was better than the rest of them when it came to milking the goats.  Maybe that had something to do with the fact that I was the only one willing to try for more than thirty seconds?   Esther does fairly well, though, and once Lizzy got over her squeamishness she did just as well as I.   Which is good, because I didn’t want to be the only one milking them all week.  :)

Then there’s this video – if it doesn’t make your skin crawl, I don’t know what will:

Adolf Hitler once said that, “He alone, who owns the youth, gains the Future!”  He did his best to indoctrinate the children of Germany, and all around me I see the same type of indoctrination going on today.  It’s not a new thing, not by any means – but it has become more and more blatant in recent years.
A quick foray into the children and youth sections of any bookstore is enough to make me gag.  Hate, envy, greed, lust, rebellion, pride, witchcraft – all of these are prominent themes.  Oh, and vampires.  Ugh!
Public schools, obviously, are huge culprits – they teach young minds socialism, humanism, collectivism, evolution, and all sorts of other God-less isms.   And then there are all those other ridiculous stories we’ve been hearing about extreme gun paranoia and all that nonsense…
The institution of the family is being attacked in so many ways.  No-fault divorce makes a mockery of marriage vows.  Feminism warps the way people view children and the proper roles of men and women.  Homosexuality is touted as “normal”.  Public schools usurp the parents’ God-given role.  Television depicts all sorts of rebellion against God’s created order.  And what does the church do?  Pathetically little.
Anyway, I’ll stop ranting now.  I need to make supper, anyway…
*takes a deep breath*  Calm down, Hannah.  You might be mad, but you don’t have to take it out on the ham -