Letter to Planned Parenthood #37

Planned Parenthood Federation of America

1110 Vermont Ave.  NW

Suite 300

Washington, D.C.  20005

Attn:    Cecile Richards

January 19, 2014

Ms. Richards:

Happy Sanctity of Life Sunday!  Isn’t it ironic that while you and your family enjoy today, most likely completely oblivious to the fact that it is Sanctity of Life Sunday, the organization that you run is preparing to kill thousands of innocent children tomorrow?  Hundreds of thousands of pro-life Americans will descend on Washington this week for the annual March for Life.  As the March takes place, Planned Parenthood and America’s abortion mills will be churning out dead babies at a rate of 1 every 26 seconds.

I begin my 60th year today and I’m committed to seeing your industry run out of business in my lifetime.  As I look into the eyes of my 2 grandsons today I will see the pure innocence and unlimited potential that you and your colleagues will brutally deny to over 1.2 million American children this year.  Over 56 million American children have been killed by your industry since 1973.  Don’t you think 56 million is enough to satisfy an ‘instant gratification, no consequences society’?  In my humble opinion it’s about 56 million too many.

America is a basket case right now with a clueless President, 1 out of 3 unborn children being aborted, and millions of people with nothing better to do than to clamor to be offended by statements made by reality TV stars.  Individuals like you prey on scared, confused mothers; killing their unborn children for a fee, all while receiving hundreds of millions of dollars every year from unwilling taxpayers like me to support your evil empire.

Ms. Richards, will you encourage your children to have your unborn grandchildren killed?  Will you subject them to the same unsanitary conditions, brutal procedures, and incompetent doctors that every other mother and unborn child must endure in your facilities?

As I begin my 60th year of life, I pray that my fellow Americans will come to their senses and see abortion as the crime against humanity that it is.  I pray that every innocent child will be allowed to be born and to get its chance to make the world a better place.  At my age, I’ve learned that life doesn’t come with any guarantees, but it does come with the promise that you will get whatever you ask of it.  Let our children live and be amazed by the miracles they will bring to the world.

Correction; I’m 60 years and 9 months old today.  Just like every child Planned Parenthood will kill tomorrow, I was alive for many months before I was allowed to be born.

As always, my letters to you are published on my pro-life blog at www.prolifepoppop.com.  Write back and I’ll publish it, unedited.

It’s the Simple Things

Back on Sept. 25, 2011 I wrote about a visit to a local wildlife museum we had made with our then 7 month old grandson the previous weekend.  I was moved by his innocent honesty as he expressed his delight in seeing the lifelike exhibits and wood carvings.  A recent health scare for my grandson has reminded me to treasure every moment with him.  As the New Year begins, my resolve is even more strengthened to be there for him and his little brother as they make their unique impressions on the world.  Watching an innocent child experience all the ‘firsts’ in their life can teach us all how to view the world.  They view every new sight, sound, and experience without bias or prejudgment.  They find reasons to be happy and their joy is infectious.  Our trip to the museum that day lasted less than an hour.  The memories I left with will last a lifetime.

It’s the Simple Things

Over the course of the past month I’ve experienced an earthquake, a hurricane, and a dead satellite crashing back to earth.  My 401K is tanking, my President is becoming an even more far-left lunatic every day, and the American public was just subjected to the U.N.’s annual traveling circus of dictators, thugs, and homicidal maniacs.

Our economy continues to implode, courtesy of the Obama administrations’ stifling policies and regulations, all implemented by a radical gang of academics who’ve never held a real job. And, for the first time in my adult life I’m in fear of losing my job and everything I’ve worked for; but it doesn’t matter.  I’ve seen the future and we’ll all be ok.

I’ve seen the future in the eyes of my 7 month old grandson.  At yesterday’s family visit to a local museum I watched as his little eyes lit up in awe of the intricate wood carvings and wildlife exhibits that represented another in a long line of ‘firsts’ in his young life.  In his eyes I saw unlimited potential and was reminded of the very same potential that exists in each and every one of us.

Our founders understood this concept and seized upon it as they designed our fledgling Republic.

Potential has no expiration date. It’s non-exclusive and has no agenda.  All it requires is that we understand that it lives in all of us and the only limits imposed on any of us are the ones we impose upon ourselves.

I was beginning to worry about my future and the future of my country but I’m not worried any more.  Our future is bright.  Everything’s going to be ok.  I can see it in my grandson’s eyes.