I recently viewed the testimony of one abortion doctor who, after performing 1,200 abortions, finally looked with a degree of contemplation at the pieces of flesh lying on the table and drew the …
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I recently viewed the testimony of one abortion doctor who, after performing 1,200 abortions, finally looked with a degree of contemplation at the pieces of flesh lying on the table and drew the conclusion that he was looking at the remains of a person who was just dismembered by his own certified skill. That he drew the conclusion and gave up his trade is praiseworthy. That it took twelve hundred procedures is cause for deep concern.
Fueled on by an unfortunate decision, we are increasingly becoming a barbaric nation, meeting each step in the taking of life and the ultimate destruction of our collective conscience with applause and jubilant celebration. The searing effect of what is now simply called “Roe v. Wade” goes well beyond the all too common taking of another person’s life, as horrible a thought as that is.
The health and well being of a republic, or any form of government for that matter is dependent on a good and moral people. That we can no longer mutually define what is good or what is moral speaks volumes to the degree in which we are truly lost.
We are now at the dawn of reaching a logical conclusion; that a life that has no rights under the constitution also has no need of protection under the rule of law. Abortion on demand up to and including birth is the latest line in the sand, following so many other lines that have been crossed and erased. If this one is to be crossed and erased, then what?
Will this be met yet again with so many complacent lips, as lifeless and as silent as the tattered remains of those who depended on us for life? Or will our nation be as Colonel Nicholson in the movie “Bridge Over The River Kwai,” who finally looked out at the madness he helped create and called out to himself: “What have I done?”
William M. O’Dell
Bristol