But really, do my four and five year old daughters have to be subjected to 4 foot tall posters of botched abortions? Just a question. And the funny thing is, all these people did is turn my negative feelings toward the images they were showing onto them for sticking them in my face and the faces of my already-born children. And, by the way, the girls were totally nonplussed by the images, if perhaps a bit curious. Look, we’ve all been in that stairwell at The Museum of Science and Industry. My four year old daughter tears the wings off of butterflies just to see what they look like inside, for God’s sake. And then my five year old remarks to me that “it was sad that the butterfly died, but I guess it’s good because I got to see what the inside looks like”. So you know what, you just keep bringing it on, Sister Margaretta!
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Those people with those posters of partial-birth abortions are in the Birmingham area for the week, so I get to throw eggs at them. Try it. It doesn’t solve any problems, but it is fun, and when they try to call the cops on you, THEY get taken away for being illegally parked on the shoulder.
Bill Clinton spoke at my college graduation, attracting a variety of protesters. As opposed to many graduates, who remember their exit from campus through FitzRandolph Gate at the conclusion of their graduation ceremony as a special moment in their lives, I remember the horror of seeing a collection of graphic and manipulative oversized anti-abortion posters. So troubling were the images (on both a political and viceral level) that I missed my FitzRandolph moment entirely.
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