A propos

Sorry about the grizzly nature of this cartoon -- I didn't make it up. The cartoonist didn't make it up either, for that matter.

Remarkable book

An excerpt from Bernard N. Nathanson's The Hand of God: A Journey from Death to Life by the Abortion Doctor Who Changed His Mind.


These are the paragraphs that follow Dr. Nathanson's nauseating description of the abortion he performed on his own child.

Yes, you may ask me: That was a concise terse report of what you did, but what did you feel? Did you not feel sad---not only because you had extinguished the life of an unborn child, but, more, because you had destroyed your own child? I swear to you that I had no feelings aside from the sense of accomplishment, the pride of expertise. On inspecting the contents of the bag I felt only the satisfaction of knowing that I had done a thorough job. You pursue me: You ask if perhaps for a fleeting moment or so I experienced a flicker of regret, a microgram of remorse? No and no. And that, dear reader, is the mentality of the abortionist: another job well done, another demonstration of the moral neutrality of advanced technology in the hands of the amoral.

Not to drag the European Holocaust yet one more time into the abortion conflict (I have steadfastly refused to draw the tempting parallel between the two in arguing the pro-life case; they are distinct and different phenomena), but what I felt in my starved, impoverished soul must have been closely akin to the swelling satisfaction of Adolf Eichmann, as he saw his tightly scheduled trains bearing Jews to the extermination camps leaving and arriving exactly on time, to keep the extermination machine moving with celebrated teutonic efficiency.