It’s a bit chilly outside, and a bit rainy. It’s the day after Christmas and the abortion mill is open and we’re there. We’re there. Pacing, praying, helping, A beautiful rosary said, and continuous prayer throughout the morning. And I notice something.
Among the sloshy snow, the wet ground and the damp sky- there’s a few messes on the line of the fence of the abortion mill. A few messes left by four-footed passerby. Little presents for the mill. Little, very appropriate presents. It struck me as ironically humorous that little dogs know what to think of an abortion mill and people do not. Little dogs know the proper regard to give the mill and people defend and even cherish its existence.
Compared to people, dogs are simple creatures. Simple needs. Simple minds. And they’ve got abortion mills figured out. When are people going to regard the abortion facility the same way?
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