AGR, this is one of your best essays, especially having Dr. R.B. Catipulo list correspondig excellent MEDICAL rebuttal solutions for each of the hackneyed pro-choice arguments we've had to suffer since 1971.
My observations:
1--The end of Roe v Wade ended the p r e t e n d i n g that abortion is not murder by mother and sanctioned government abortionist. No different than current totalitarian Chinese organ harvesting from persecuted Uighurs minorities. Actually, infantacide is worse since their death is 100% whereas Uighurs could possibly live on as handicapped.
2--All the specious pro-choice arguments never address the mother's psychological trauma a f t e r the abortion. Doesn't matter the reason,. Post-partum depression, not exclusive to aborted delivery btw, is a statistical fact that can scar these women for a lifetime. Another case of the "cure abortion' is worse than the "illness pregnancy."
3--Have you noticed a preponderence of these radical feminists insisting on R v W are down right
U G L Y? Imho they suffer from self-loathing, self-harming issues so they trash the beauty of motherhood and God's creation of the spark of Life because they are hurting for love of self.
Misery loves company. Preaching women's rights is their C O N.
God's delivering on his promise: "Let the children come to me. Do not stop them for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.~~Matthew 19
In the blatant pandering to the self was the subtle and evil coercion of lies, of which I was expected to believe as truth and advocate. The women’s movement, pushing to become fully overseering of our reproductive rights came to encompass my ensuing years in the solitary confinement of a buried grief. This aspect of the new great freedom hid the affliction of which was never spoken of, nor was it allowed, as the forbidden subject — the slow drip of acid as the lifelong sentence for committing murder with the approval of the abortion advocates. This atrocity was sanctified and given full rein by the law, in the name of liberation. It came when we, in collusion and in denial, of the devil’s glee, gained the boundless ascendency in his hoarding and clutching in the death of souls.
This horrific and insidious travesty allowed ourselves to dismiss the validity of our own lives for the killing of our own children, leaving us carry on with little worth to our own existence. By renouncing the moral fabric of society and civilization, we were left, forsaken and abandoned, in the contradiction of the peace and free love protesters denouncing the U.S. bombings during the Vietnam War. And yet, within that ideological construct, the formidable shifting of priorities came to the forefront; the result, personal responsibility for slaughter was abdicated and burgeoning life was now valued as a worthless inconvenience.
Now required within these same newfound codes was the denigrating of the returning soldiers from Vietnam as monsters unfit to live. The consequences of “free love” engineered unwanted pregnancies to the same cesspool. The move in acquiescing to the formal mandate of non-life in the womb as only a clump of cells was a bridge easily crossed. The revolution trumpeted with pride as the only cause worth fighting for. Their proclamation heralded freedoms for women; the rallying cry of feminists and those who were opposed, were shouted down and cast aside under the banner as anti-woman.
Motherhood was now negated and regulated as unworthy work, and the rest of us were given carte blanche and applauded for sex anytime and anywhere. The dark belly in all this did not find comment for the evening news when we were then ridiculed for the “mistaken” pregnancies that occurred. It was now our job to insure against those unfortunate incidents, and once again for what we thought was gained to be as free as men, turned against us a hundredfold. Respect left and we were too foolish to realize what we had given away in the all fire demands of “equality.” Our arguments of “we were due” for the centuries of oppression and the free for all of abuse, fell into a far more insidious blame, the sneering for and of our insistence for the reparations of payback, the murder of innocents began once again.
Blindsided and punch drunk on our perceived victory, for and in our fornications, we gave total permission this time to be victimized in the so called “holy” act of sex on demand. We all allowed humans to be reduced to our only viable component, mere sexual animals. We raped ourselves in thinking we had gained the world, and were oblivious to losing our souls in the evil bargain we made with Satan. We let ourselves be lulled into the detachment of complicity, while burying the known wrong. In this, we lost sight of our gifts that are given and our viability within the Church, and we sacrificed millions who would have saved us from our mortal sins.
I too was guilty of succumbing to the “new freedoms,” their deceptions on an ever shifting immoral ground, the illusions of the “right” as the only reasonable recourse to their ironic definition and recourse to life. Yet the Church and science were in condemned and demanded to stay silent for daring to contradict the woman’s right to claim continually of non-life in the womb. In consequence, we were denied to hear the screams of the horrific pain in the slow murder within our very own pregnant bellies. In the immediate, the lies won, but was unable to defeat and deflect away our self-loathing and the forgiveness of ourselves for such a choice. Our fight for equality denigrated us to the dustbin, the loss to ourselves and our murdered children—incalculable. For to suffer their unforgivable sin of realizing that the ‘fetus’ was and is a living human, in the movement’s eyes, absolutely reprehensible and intolerable.
In the end, for those of us who took our belated courage in our own hands and braved the sanctuary of confession, we were granted the respite and some of us eventually found God’s forgiveness for our deeds and were at last able to keen in mourning for our long lost dead children. My own son would be celebrating his 45th birthday this September.
 thank you brother for writing more articles to expose the truth about the ancient/current practice of sacrificing children to Baal/Moloch! 
AGR, this is one of your best essays, especially having Dr. R.B. Catipulo list correspondig excellent MEDICAL rebuttal solutions for each of the hackneyed pro-choice arguments we've had to suffer since 1971.
My observations:
1--The end of Roe v Wade ended the p r e t e n d i n g that abortion is not murder by mother and sanctioned government abortionist. No different than current totalitarian Chinese organ harvesting from persecuted Uighurs minorities. Actually, infantacide is worse since their death is 100% whereas Uighurs could possibly live on as handicapped.
2--All the specious pro-choice arguments never address the mother's psychological trauma a f t e r the abortion. Doesn't matter the reason,. Post-partum depression, not exclusive to aborted delivery btw, is a statistical fact that can scar these women for a lifetime. Another case of the "cure abortion' is worse than the "illness pregnancy."
3--Have you noticed a preponderence of these radical feminists insisting on R v W are down right
U G L Y? Imho they suffer from self-loathing, self-harming issues so they trash the beauty of motherhood and God's creation of the spark of Life because they are hurting for love of self.
Misery loves company. Preaching women's rights is their C O N.
God's delivering on his promise: "Let the children come to me. Do not stop them for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.~~Matthew 19
Thank You Arn! 👏 God bless You and Your's 🙏🙌
Freedom Is Not Born from Evil
Ann M. Casey
In the blatant pandering to the self was the subtle and evil coercion of lies, of which I was expected to believe as truth and advocate. The women’s movement, pushing to become fully overseering of our reproductive rights came to encompass my ensuing years in the solitary confinement of a buried grief. This aspect of the new great freedom hid the affliction of which was never spoken of, nor was it allowed, as the forbidden subject — the slow drip of acid as the lifelong sentence for committing murder with the approval of the abortion advocates. This atrocity was sanctified and given full rein by the law, in the name of liberation. It came when we, in collusion and in denial, of the devil’s glee, gained the boundless ascendency in his hoarding and clutching in the death of souls.
This horrific and insidious travesty allowed ourselves to dismiss the validity of our own lives for the killing of our own children, leaving us carry on with little worth to our own existence. By renouncing the moral fabric of society and civilization, we were left, forsaken and abandoned, in the contradiction of the peace and free love protesters denouncing the U.S. bombings during the Vietnam War. And yet, within that ideological construct, the formidable shifting of priorities came to the forefront; the result, personal responsibility for slaughter was abdicated and burgeoning life was now valued as a worthless inconvenience.
Now required within these same newfound codes was the denigrating of the returning soldiers from Vietnam as monsters unfit to live. The consequences of “free love” engineered unwanted pregnancies to the same cesspool. The move in acquiescing to the formal mandate of non-life in the womb as only a clump of cells was a bridge easily crossed. The revolution trumpeted with pride as the only cause worth fighting for. Their proclamation heralded freedoms for women; the rallying cry of feminists and those who were opposed, were shouted down and cast aside under the banner as anti-woman.
Motherhood was now negated and regulated as unworthy work, and the rest of us were given carte blanche and applauded for sex anytime and anywhere. The dark belly in all this did not find comment for the evening news when we were then ridiculed for the “mistaken” pregnancies that occurred. It was now our job to insure against those unfortunate incidents, and once again for what we thought was gained to be as free as men, turned against us a hundredfold. Respect left and we were too foolish to realize what we had given away in the all fire demands of “equality.” Our arguments of “we were due” for the centuries of oppression and the free for all of abuse, fell into a far more insidious blame, the sneering for and of our insistence for the reparations of payback, the murder of innocents began once again.
Blindsided and punch drunk on our perceived victory, for and in our fornications, we gave total permission this time to be victimized in the so called “holy” act of sex on demand. We all allowed humans to be reduced to our only viable component, mere sexual animals. We raped ourselves in thinking we had gained the world, and were oblivious to losing our souls in the evil bargain we made with Satan. We let ourselves be lulled into the detachment of complicity, while burying the known wrong. In this, we lost sight of our gifts that are given and our viability within the Church, and we sacrificed millions who would have saved us from our mortal sins.
I too was guilty of succumbing to the “new freedoms,” their deceptions on an ever shifting immoral ground, the illusions of the “right” as the only reasonable recourse to their ironic definition and recourse to life. Yet the Church and science were in condemned and demanded to stay silent for daring to contradict the woman’s right to claim continually of non-life in the womb. In consequence, we were denied to hear the screams of the horrific pain in the slow murder within our very own pregnant bellies. In the immediate, the lies won, but was unable to defeat and deflect away our self-loathing and the forgiveness of ourselves for such a choice. Our fight for equality denigrated us to the dustbin, the loss to ourselves and our murdered children—incalculable. For to suffer their unforgivable sin of realizing that the ‘fetus’ was and is a living human, in the movement’s eyes, absolutely reprehensible and intolerable.
In the end, for those of us who took our belated courage in our own hands and braved the sanctuary of confession, we were granted the respite and some of us eventually found God’s forgiveness for our deeds and were at last able to keen in mourning for our long lost dead children. My own son would be celebrating his 45th birthday this September.