~ A Letter from a Blob of Cells

I have been called a lot of names
A zygote, an embryo, a fetus
A blob of cells but never a human being.
I forbid you to give in to the absurdity of the ‘pro-choice’
Hearing their point you might lose your poise.
Let the laissez-faire minds make some noise, and
Allow not the man-made imposed body of rules trick you into thinking it’s all about women’s rights
What they don’t know is you’re in it for the long run in protecting the lump of cells fight
Dare not listen to the main-stream media
For you might end up getting more of a trivia.

Allow me to tell you a little bit about myself
I have a human DNA from Day 1
A heartbeat at 18 days
Brainwaves at 6 weeks
I suck my thumb at 9 weeks
My own unique set of fingerprints at 14 weeks
I don’t get it. I’m not a person? Pardon my asking.

Although the feeling of pain is still uncertain
Let me tell you this so you can decide if the pain is real or imagined
In most cases, an instrument is used to reach into my mom’s uterus
To grasp and pull my feet into the cervix, limbs ripped off my body
Scissors are then forced into the base of my tiny skull
And my brains are sucked out
You tell me if I feel pain or not.

(I say to you then)
I’ll rise up for you, my little fella
I’ll be your voice, my tiny Ella,
When you scream and no one seems to hear yah.
You’ll get the chance to grow up shooting hoops or play hula hoops
Cinderella, Woody the Sheriff and Joe the Builder
How Dory and Nemo reunited underwater
And maybe fall in love with Edward in the Zone,
The list of what you can do goes on and on and on.

(The little he/she continues)
I imagine my mom tucking me in the bed
And I beg her for more playtime instead.
I fall asleep with the usual story
Of the Once Upon A Time starters
And the “They Live Happily Ever After.”

Yes this blob of cells after all is quite special
Full of potential,
A gift from up above
Capable of living, loving and yearning to be loved,
That happens to have a heartbeat,
Neat and sweet
To feel mommy’s warmth
And keep me safe from harm
To hear her sing a lullaby
And promise to keep me ‘till it’s time
All I’m asking is to have the same chance to live like she did
And never have to say an early goodbye, heaven forbid.

Be bold, be loud, be unintimidated
Be brave, be fearless and take courage
Bury the filth of the culture of death
Rise up and set aflame all the ways to defend the culture of life.

~ Cool Your Jets ~

A fool’s hope for an ambitious 9-zip but came up really short with a 5-4 ruling by the Supreme Court to uphold the individual mandate. Yes that fool was me, Citizen Jane, with a dream and a great hope for the future; like a warrior fully geared-up for a cause ready to join the battle. I do realize how melodramatic that sounds! Are you still ticked off from yesterday’s ruling and getting pretty tired of all this media’s unparalled hoopla? I know I am! Cool your jets, folks. There might be a hint of a silver lining at the end of the tunnel so let loose of the cry of despair & despondency, and hope for the best. Short-term boost for “the one” and his minions but will be short-lived. You’ll see. So dear God, please help us all.

Can I Just Say “Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining?”
OR
Shall I Ask “Is The Devil Really Evil or Just Misunderstood?”

A five-minute sanity break sounds feasible, and maybe, I’ll even take a chill pill but I’m not backing down for sure. I’m with the sleeping giant that has been awakened by the bold arrogance of some, moral incompetence of many and the unprecedented influence of the political correctness wagon that surrounds and dictates their tone in an attempt to redress real or apparent injustices of the world. Former Kool-Aid drinkers near-epiphany stage welcome and will not be ridiculed. So hop in.

This Is What Scares Me Among Other Things

Let’s Make Our Country Right. Let’s Keep Our Republic. “We Cannot, Must Not and Will Not Turn Back. We Will Finish Our Job. How Can We Do Less? We Are Americans.”…”Let Us Be Sure That Those Who Come After Us Will Say Of Us That In Our Time, We Did Everything That Could Be Done. We Finish The Race, We Kept Them Free and We Kept The Faith.”

~ Can You Dig It? Build a PC Wagon Free Zone! ~

Got a parcel, fancy stuff of wishful disposition
A “Back to the Future” kinda science fiction ride, a supernatural wand
A sphere made out of the finest stone
No how-to-do-it manual, decrees or injunctions
No ordinances or convictions to maintain.
Script on the carton that reads: Build A Life to Be… However You Want It To Be.
A teachable moment or a case of playing the field for a carefree life wannabe.
Run a risk, jaunt through it and take revel in it.

What kind of life do you want
Perpetual possibilities
Build a classic work of art
A brilliant piece of creative work that sets you apart.
Be on the lookout, ‘coz real wishes do come true
A rare chance of a lifetime exists knocking its way through.

Should there be party, two parties
Or embark on a third-party fantasy?
Greed, social status, massive power grabs
Create dependent, make-believe tribes
By folks who never care, willing to take bribes.
Proliferate the so-called “blob of cells” to the max
Irritate the 41% of pro-choice club who will argue this fact
But don’t worry, the 50% of pro-life crowd will have your back.

Let every man have a chance,
Not every choice to end life to advance.
Be bold, choose your battle that would rattle
Live, fight and carry on without reserve
You are after all the master of this imagined life
You either take the straight path or swerve.
Allow not a heartbeat to be smothered
Can you dig it so far, my brother?

What kind of life do you want
An advantage you’ll only get once
A shot of a lifetime
Boundless choices in abundance.
Build an army of truth with warriors of might
Pull off a fearless Breitbart Is Here kinda act and ignite
Back off the PC wagon and simply speak up for what is right
Applaud those who are bold enough to fight
the dictatorship of relativism
and courage to flee from it with activism.
Start now without an ounce of cynicism.

A fight this crucial is consequential
Anticipate long dark tunnels along your tail
Or maybe even an albatross around your neck,
And on the verge of collapse.
But let loose of the cry of despair & despondency,
For a new day is dawning,
A new start will come forth.
Foresee a silver lining at the end of the tunnel
A light that shines through in the end
By the Mighty Hand who, all along, had it all penned.

What kind of life do you want
Anything goes
Start pointing the crystal magic wand
Muttering something under your breath
Build a masterpiece of a life to be
However you want it to be.

Dig it?

~ I’m All Wired Up & Charged Up! ~

Feeding The Homeless BANNED In Major Cities All Over America – RIGHTLYCONCERNED.COM.

O my beloved America, what have we become as a society? It is now ILLEGAL to feed the homeless and the hungry? I would like to think that we still take ownership of our desire for charitable acts towards others, live with a little more self-giving than usual and play an active role in personal charity but I guess that is no longer the case here.

Imposing stringent policies at a level that allows micromanaging and nitpicking to the smallest details not only makes it impossible to keep up with the criteria of rules; it also diminishes our ability to make a difference in someone else’s life, and our power to carry out good intentions is put to a halt.

Our compassionate instinct, which I believe is an innate human response inherent in the folds of our genetic make-up, is being assaulted by an entity that does not regard personal charity as something exclusive—exclusive to the point that the individual has to make the determination to pursue such act or opt to go the other way without fear of being penalized by the government. Let me get trivially colloquial here: the last time I checked, I thought we make the calls on these matters!

Setting up regulations in place is good but anything in excess and almost complete control on how we maneuver as individuals not only on this regard somehow dictates and violates our inclination to engage and help others. Putting up boundless streams of rules and ordinances written by people we don’t know, and certainly by people we didn’t even vote for is not gonna cut it. Its intrusion creates a mockery of our God-given attributes, and undermines our potential towards fulfilling our collaborative or self-professed commitment to a higher calling of selfless acts of kindness towards others. Where is the intrinsic worth of our actions when we have to “ask permission” from the government to help our fellowmen? Do we have to “ask permission” to show God’s mercy and love to our neighbors? This is insane! Permit no one to keep us from being wired up and charged up to respond to others in need.

~ Go Rogue, Iowa &… Grrr! ~

Do the UNTHINKABLE, Iowa! This is your chance to change the course of history. Let’s just say, it’s your historic duty. Why settle for spam when you could have Filet Mignon? Go ROGUE and…Grrr!

What other people say…

Person #1
‎24,000 emails and this is what they said

“Not only were there no scandals, the e-mails actually show Palin is funny, honest, consistent, compassionate, likable — it all amounts to another humiliating defeat in the relentless quest to destroy Sarah Palin”.

Vote Rogue ! Sarah Louise Palin POTUS 2012

Person #2
The world is fixing to find out if Iowans are really Independent or going with the same Republican establishment. “We decide for you” and y’all fall in line.
Ask yourselves this. If you were lost in the wild, who would you trust to do the right thing not part of the time but all of the time? We have all seen what just 3 years of Obama has gotten us. Or to put it simply, who would you trust if y’all were stranded in a snowstorm with just 4 other people? Sarah and Todd Palin with a snow machine or Barack and Michelle Obama with a tele- prompter? Give me the Palin’s. And the Romney’s would just offer money for someone to lead them out. Vote Rogue! Caucus Sarah Palin.

Person #3
Dear Iowa Voters,

Before you cast your vote on Caucus day, please consider, as an Iowan and an American:

If you are a farmer, who do you want working in the fields with you?
If you are a fisherman, who do you want casting the nets with you?
If you are a gun owner, who do you want protecting your rights?
If you are a small business owner, who do you want managing the finances for you?
If you have to take care of someone with special needs, at home or at work, who do you want advocating for them?
If you have a military family member whose life was touched by war, who do you want praying with you?

Romney? Paul? Gingrich? Perry? Bachmann? Santorum?

I believe you’d pick Sarah Palin because SARAH PALIN IS YOU.

Please write-in Sarah Palin.

December 14th, 2010 ~ “Let Me Live, Please!” ~

Could this be a TRANSITORY IGNORANCE or do we simply allow ourselves to be DELIBERATELY MISINFORMED?

WARNING: GRAPHIC. The truth about abortion. Photos don’t lie. “If you haven’t seen what abortion does, then you will never understand what abortion actually is.”—Rev. Clenard H. Childress, Jr., Founder of blackgenocide.org
http://www.blackgenocide.org/photos.html

~ Primum Est Vivere ~

‎”Primum est vivere! The first thing is life! Life is the right that trumps all other rights. Without the right to life no other rights are possible.”

~ Step-up for Down Syndrome Walk ~

A walk for a great cause! Nice weather, too.