As I get ready to go out into another Saturday morning of protesters with all their venom, I have to try to put aside the latest news.
The city councilwoman asking for volunteer escorts at the abortion clinics in New York. The Indiana candidate for state Senator who thinks that pregnancies resulting from rape are just part of God’s plan.
It makes me so angry, and I remind myself, I don’t need to carry that anger to the sidewalk.
But really ~ they need escorts in New York City now? How depressing is that?
Of course, the series of Republican politicians expressing their misogynistic ideas about rape shouldn’t surprise me. They have always believed those things. It worries me that they feel comfortable expressing them with such confidence now.
On the sidewalk today, they will be saying the things they always say. The pleaders and beggars will plead and beg. “Please don’t kill your little baby,” they’ll say, in pathetic tones.
The commanders will command, “Young mother! Young mother, don’t kill that baby! Don’t do it!”
They’ll threaten, “You’ll regret it the rest of your life! You’ll never forget this day, you’ll regret it the rest of your life.”
They’ll warn, “You could die in there. You could die in there on the abortionist’s table.” “Did you know your chances of breast cancer go up if you have an abortion?”
They’ll bargain, “What do you need? We can give you everything you need. Do you need a place to stay? We have a beautiful maternity home where you can stay until your baby’s born. If you don’t want to keep your baby, I’ll adopt your baby. Really, I’ll adopt your baby.”
They’ll creep me out with their smarmy, “We love you. We just love you.” Sorry, you don’t know the person you’re talking to. Keep your love to yourself, please.
And they’ll make me laugh, “All that abortionist wants is your money. He doesn’t care about you.” “They’ll treat you like cattle and lead you to the slaughter.” “If there’s a fire in there, you’ll die on the table.”
Ok. I’ll try not to snicker right there in front of them.
Thanks for letting me vent. I know all those things are going to happen, and probably some more I haven’t even thought of, and won’t expect. There’s no point in responding emotionally. No point at all…
I’ll try to remember that today.