Planned Parenthood Federation of America
1110 Vermont Ave. NW
Washington, D.C. 20005
Attn: Cecile Richards
October 23, 2013
I work with numbers all day but I still find it hard to believe the numbers you work with. The numbers I work with represent the cost of doing business. Your numbers represent the number of children Planned Parenthood kills on any given day. I track the unit costs of the work my company does and I’m reasonably certain that you could rattle off the cost per unit for killing an unborn child. While I work in a competitive industry, you are guaranteed a profit by the American taxpayers. So, whatever it costs to kill a baby, you know you’ll make money. I’ll take my chances in the competitive marketplace and hopefully save my soul in the process.
Ms. Richards, every number you browse through on a spreadsheet at the end of the day represents a son or daughter, grandson or granddaughter that will never feel the love of a parent or grandparent. Each of these children died a horrible death so you can get paid and the far-left wackjobs can feel good about promoting their pro-abortion ideology. The sad thing is that none of you will realize that you wasted your lives for an unworthy cause until it is too late to make amends.
Ms. Richards, while you and your colleagues in the abortion industry are hoping for a record-setting week of killing babies, I’m counting the days until Saturday when my grandson comes over for the weekend. At a little over 2 ½ years old, he is my best friend, and I can have intellectual conversations with him that I could never have with an adult. His talking points and answers are unfiltered by ego, the need to be right, or any kind of agenda. He gives me insights on life that I would never have without him in my life. He speaks through the prism of innocence and he doesn’t know the meaning of dishonesty.
Ms. Richards, ask a child if his little brother or sister should be killed before it is born. They know what you are doing is wrong. Their honest response to violence is horror and fear. Everything a child does or thinks is life-affirming. Everything that every child Planned Parenthood killed today had done up to the moment you killed it was in preparation for its life outside the womb. They were following life’s call to grow and flourish.
Planned Parenthood and America’s abortion mills will finish the week, clean their bloody floors, add up the final body count, and relax after a week of unimaginable violence. Your abortionists will, no doubt, toss and turn when they close their eyes, trying to erase the images of dead children that just won’t go away. I’ll lock my office door on Friday knowing that I’ll be spending my weekend with my best buddy. Every grandparent should be so lucky.