Read this email from a woman that testified before the House State Affairs Committee recently.
I was at the legislative hearing until 4 in the morning. They only allowed 4 pro-choice speakers before midnight. It was like a pro-life dog and pony show. No time limits on speaking. No one needed to speak to a specific bill or issue. Hours and hours of testimony by women who truly believe abortion ruined their lives.
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In fact, abortion was the THE THE ONLY reason they took drugs, had bad marriages, got in trouble with the law, etc... But now that they'd all found Jesus, the answer to the questions, "How did I manage to fuck up my life?" could be answered with the simple in-office procedure: Abortion.
And here's the kicker...the doctor that sent me home with the advice to "abstain and get married" was there to testify for the pro-life side. Yup. Dr. Love. I faced him. I talked to him about the impact his lousy treatment has had on me and my family. He listened. He sort of apologized, but even better...I faced him.
Yes. I rock. That was hard.
The women from Planned Parenthood, ACLU, and TARAL
It was an amazing night! Texas did NOT get better, but
a few of us stood up and were counted in the face of
I watched all 12 hours of the Monday night tent revival billed as a State Affairs hearing, and this lady's description is a model of understatement. If benches had been available, most of the witnesses would have been jumping over them.
Unlike the endless parade of obviously rehearsed "Roe v. Wade gave me permission to commit murder" confessionals from directors of "abortion recovery ministries," this lady's testimony--which she wasn't allowed to give until just before the break of dawn--was as undeniably genuine as the righteous anger with which she delivered her story.
I thank her for sharing her experience as a patient of the slick and smarmy Dr. Love, who, like the Wounded Victim troupe from Operation Outcry, is regularly trotted out on these occasions like a performing poodle.
I thought people usually got knocked up when they spent "a night at the Capitol."