Letter to President Obama #100

The White House

1600 Pennsylvania Ave. NW

Washington, D.C.  20500

Attn:    President Barack Obama

 January 13, 2015

 Mr. President:

In June of 2013 the House passed the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act.  Your gatekeeper in the Senate, Harry Reid, blocked a vote on this bill so you wouldn’t be forced to veto it.  He ran out the clock so you wouldn’t be placed in the position of having to explain to the American people why you don’t object to allowing pain-capable babies to be killed.

The House is poised to pass this bill again on or about January 22 and new Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell has promised to bring it to a vote in the Senate.  With any luck, the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act will be on your desk by the end of February.  What will your justification be for not signing this bill?  Do you know anything about the procedure that is employed to kill a late-term baby, or worse yet, do you not care?

Dilation and Evacuation, the procedure used to kill late-term babies, is brutally effective.  The unborn, pain-capable child is systematically ripped apart, limb by limb, until it dies and all its body parts can be removed from the mother’s body.  About 20,000 babies are killed in this manner every year in America.  They experience the agony of every rip and tear until they die.  They don’t have a voice and their screams can’t be heard.  They’re totally at the mercy of a supposedly civilized society.

Over a million unborn children are killed every year in America’s abortion mills, so the 20,000 or so that this bill addresses may not seem to be a big number; some may even consider it insignificant; nothing more than a rounding error.  Mr. President, every single one of these lives matters and every single one is priceless.  Your cronies at Planned Parenthood don’t agree.  They place a value on the head of every child they kill; that being the fee they get for killing it.

Mr. President, signing the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act is a no-brainer.  There is no logical reason to veto a bill designed solely to protect innocent children.  I ask that you place politics aside, and look inside your heart when this bill reaches your desk.  Imagine the pain and suffering that will come to an end with a simple stroke of your pen.  Sir, you are on the record as saying that you have a phone and a pen and that you intend to use them.  I implore you to use your pen in the name of every innocent child that is simply striving to exercise its God-given right to life.

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.

cc:  Planned Parenthood

 

 

Perspective #2

My team, the Ravens, were eliminated from the playoffs last night.  I would have liked to have seen them win, but at this stage of my life I see it for what it is; it’s only a game.  Most of the things in life that set us up for stress or disappointment just aren’t that important. When we view these things from the perspective of life or death; and in the context of eternity, we’re able to see what’s truly important.  Life goes on, whether my team wins or not.  My team can be proud of the fact that they fought a good fight and that the final outcome of the game wasn’t decided until the last play.  Fighting the good fight and walking away with your head held high, knowing that you did your best, is good enough for most situations in life.  Unfortunately, the fight I’ve committed to winning is not a game, and it is a matter of life and death.

Losing my fight to end abortion is not an option.  If my efforts and those of millions of other supporters of the pro-life movement fail, unborn children will continue to be killed by the millions.  This is not a fight that we can walk away from, heads held high, satisfied that we did our best, even if we don’t win.  This is not a fight between principled warriors.  It’s a fight between those of us who revere the sanctity of every human life and those in the business of killing unborn children for nothing more than a few hundred bucks per life.  When viewed from a purely numerical perspective, the number of unborn children killed every year by America’s abortion industry is about equal to the total number of soldiers who have died in all our nation’s military conflicts since our founding.

From any perspective, the number of children killed in America since Roe v Wade is staggering; nearly 60 million.  Abortion is slowly declining, but that provides no comfort to my side or the more than 1 million unborn children who will die this year at the hands of Planned Parenthood and its cohorts in the abortion industry.  Victory for my side is no less than every unborn child being allowed to exercise its God given right to life.

My team won’t be making it to the Super Bowl this year, but they’ll persevere and they’ll be back soon.  They know that focusing on your goal and committing to doing whatever it takes to achieve it, will eventually get you there.  They view every failure as an opportunity to improve, and as taking them one step closer to reaching their goal.  My daily goal is to help end the practice of abortion, and I have faith that every day that I fail to achieve my mission brings me one step closer to completing it.  My Super Bowl is a world that welcomes its unborn children as the gifts from God that they are.  It’s a world where every life is viewed as equally important as any other, regardless of whether it has just been conceived or has long since been born.

 

 

Degrees of Outrage #8

The world is outraged today over the Paris terrorist attack where 3 Islamic thugs murdered 12 French citizens. Heavily armed cowards murdered these people for being intolerant of their religion and publishing caricatures of the prophet Mohammed.  Apparently, their version of tolerance calls for killing anyone who doesn’t agree with them.  Over 3,000 unborn American children were killed in their mothers’ wombs on the day these murders took place.  Tens of thousands of unborn children were killed around the world on the same day.

I view these events from my perspective and mine alone.  I see a world full of outrage over the murders of 12 people and see most of the same world saying nothing as thousands of unborn children are killed every day.  If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a duck.  The brazen, premeditated murders of 12 Parisians was a terrorist attack.  The brazen, premeditated murders of thousands of unborn children was no less a terrorist attack.  An insane ideology that promotes the murder of anyone who disagrees with their insanity is truly insane.  An insane ideology that thrives by claiming that a woman has the right to have her unborn child killed, usually as a matter of convenience, is insanity on steroids.

We’re living in a world where the value of a human life is eroding by the day.  We kill one another over trivial matters and kill our own children in our blind pursuit of avoiding the consequences of our actions.  We allow Planned Parenthood and the abortion mills of the world to convince us that a baby isn’t a living human being until it leaves its mother’s body.  They say it’s not alive, but they have to kill it to make it go away.  The abortion industry knows that shining the light of truth on the practices they engage in will bring about their own demise.

Outrage over the taking of any innocent life is justifiable, but it must be consistent.  The victims of today’s attack in Paris were innocent human beings, simply living their lives.  The victims in the world’s abortion mills today were innocent human beings, simply living their lives.  Every human being on earth is at a different stage of its never ending development than any other human being on earth; whether in the womb or near the end of a long life.  Babies in the womb are no less human than any other human being.  Until we hold every human life as equal to every other human life, we will continue to kill each other.

As I’ve stated in previous pieces on outrage, I view anger as a waste of time and energy unless it is channeled to take positive action to remedy the source of your outrage.  Taking a selfie while holding a placard reading #End Abortion or #Stop Terrorism doesn’t count.  If you believe in your cause, you must be willing to risk everything to bring about the change you seek.  Find your calling, dedicate your self to it, and change the world.

Letter to Mitch McConnell #2

Senator Mitch McConnell

317 Russell Senate Office Building

Washington, D.C.  20510

 January 6, 2015

  Senator McConnell:

Last November I asked you to bring the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act up for a vote as soon as you assumed the role of Majority Leader in the Senate.  Your predecessor blocked this bill for over a year and a half so President Obama wouldn’t have to veto a bill designed to save pain-capable babies from indescribably painful deaths.  He chose politics over the lives of innocent children.  What will you do?

Senator, there is no downside to standing up for life.  There will be no political price to pay for banning abortions of unborn children who can feel the pain of being killed.  The new Senate has plenty of work to do, but nothing more important than passing this bill.  Stand up for life and make President Obama explain to the American people why he approves of killing pain-capable babies by the thousands.

America has a lot of problems right now, and most of them can be traced back to how we treat the most vulnerable among us.  Sir, our unborn children don’t have a voice and don’t have a vote.  What they do have is the gift of life; the very same gift of life that you and I were granted by our Creator.  We are honor bound to protect each other and morally bound to protect our unborn children.  The American people soundly rejected the policies of the most abortion-friendly President in history last November.  They sent a message to you and every other elected official that business as usual will no longer be tolerated.

Senator, you have the votes in the Senate to pass the Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act.  Your colleagues in the House passed it in June of 2013.  All it will take from you is the courage to allow an up or down vote in the Senate. There is no logical reason for delaying a vote on this bill.  There is no logical reason for President Obama to veto it.  There is no logical reason to not pass this bill even if the President does veto it.

You and your colleagues serve at the pleasure of your constituents.  Most Americans oppose abortion and an overwhelming majority opposes abortion beyond 20 weeks.   Common sense would seem to dictate that you and every other elected official serve the best interests of the ones that put you in office.  Common sense would seem to dictate that if you see innocent children being killed and have the power to stop it, you do just that.

Senator, bottom line; every day this bill is not acted upon, innocent children die horrible, senseless deaths.  Pass the bill, override the President’s veto, and stand up for America’s unborn children.

All my letters are published on my prolife blog at www.prolifepoppop.com.  Should you choose to reply I’ll publish it, unedited.

 

 

 

 

 

Sundays

Sundays are a mixed bag for me.  It’s the day of the week that I get to spend the most time with my grandsons.  It’s also the last day that over 3,000 unborn babies will be alive in America.  On Monday they will be killed in one of our nation’s abortion mills.  While I watch football and play with my grandsons on Sundays, young mothers are struggling with the decision they’ve made to have their unborn child killed.  Somewhere deep inside, most of them know that a human life will be ended because of their decision.  Their justifications for doing the unjustifiable range from “I can’t care for a child right now”, “it’s better off dead”, and “I can’t afford a child”, to “abortion is legal, so I’m not doing anything wrong”.

Abortion is legal in America, but that doesn’t mean it’s right.  Everything that happened in the Nazi concentration camps during World War 2 was legal at the time in Germany.  The extermination of an entire culture of people was legal, and through the lens of hindsight and history it’s now viewed as one of the most horrific human disasters of all time. I can only imagine how abortion will be viewed by future generations long after it is finally abolished.

The number of fans packing the stadiums at yesterday’s 2 NFL playoff games represent less than 10% of the total number of children who will die this year at the hands of Planned Parenthood and its colleagues in the business of killing children for a fee.  For football fans this is the best time of the year.  For Planned Parenthood and America’s abortion industry it’s just business as usual.  Next weekend the cycle will repeat itself.  Fans will be watching football, hoping that their team will survive another week, and I’ll be hard at work, hoping that I can convince even one mother to allow a child scheduled to die on Monday to live.

The teams still in the running for the Super Bowl are the best of the best.  Through hard work and discipline the players on these teams have reached a level that few of their peers will ever experience.  Regardless of what they’ve achieved in their lives, they all started out just like you and me.  We all began our lives as helpless babies, entirely dependent on others for our very survival.  We all received the same animating spark of life from our Creator, and we all have a moral obligation to protect every child, both born and unborn.

I look forward to a time when Sundays are no longer the last day alive for thousands of unborn children.  I look forward to a time when I can watch football again, with my arms around both my grandsons, and not having to worry about how many children will die the next day at the hands of an industry of death.  I look forward to a time when the country I swore an oath to die for, if necessary, returns to the values that made it the greatest country in the history of the world.

 

The Calling: Part 2

The Holy God of the Universe guides my thoughts as I fight for the lives of the world’s unborn children.  I’m a flawed human and not worthy of His guidance, but apparently, He doesn’t care about my flaws.  He called me to help save the unborn and I accepted His call.  Every day, as I work my worldly job, I ask for His guidance for something much more important; achieving my goal of ending abortion.  I have no idea how this plays out and don’t know how I will find the words to change the hearts and minds of those who allow our children to be killed by the millions.  I have nothing but questions, and nothing but faith that I will be guided to the answers.  I know my limitations as a writer and know at the same time that my determination and dedication to my cause are unlimited.

When I answered the call I stopped seeking the good opinion of others.  Every time I’m told that I can’t achieve my goal I silently thank the messenger.  My strength to fight on becomes more resolute with every prediction of failure.  I make no distinction between pro-choice and pro-abortion.  Others can think what they want.  Semantics and titles make no difference when the end result is a dead child.  I make no distinction between Planned Parenthood and the abortion mills that kill over a million children every year in America and organizations like NARAL and NAF that fight to make it easier to have your unborn child killed.

Anyone who feels a calling to do something has an inspiration that steels their resolve.  My inspiration is my grandsons.  I see them as little miracles, and they are, in fact, miracles.  The joy that they bring to my life is something that I want everyone to feel.  I will not dishonor my grandsons by standing by and doing nothing as millions of their peers are killed by an industry of death.  I will not conform to a society that considers it legal to have your unborn child killed.

Every time I drive by my local Planned Parenthood office I’m reminded that I live in a world where having your child killed is seen as nothing more than a business transaction.  I’m haunted constantly by visions of the grisly business of killing innocent children.  That tells me that my job is to stop the killing.  My letters to my local Planned Parenthood office are now returned unopened.  Maybe they’re uncomfortable when confronted with the reality of what they do for a living.  From my perspective, my job will be finished when I no longer have to wonder every hour of every day what I have to do to help end the killing.  Up to this point, I’ve written hundreds of letters and commentaries, and I’ll stop when we stop allowing our unborn children to be killed.  I see every unanswered letter as a badge of honor from a fight I’m committed to winning.

Accepting a calling is not something to be taken lightly.  You accept responsibility for influencing an outcome that is beyond the capability of one man.  My hope is that when I write The Calling: Part 3 next year it will be the last piece I have to write in my quest to end abortion.

 

Ignorance

Ig-no-rance: the condition or quality of being ignorant; lack of knowledge.

Many of my fellow Americans and even my family members are ignorant of the facts surrounding abortion.  Many believe that an unborn child isn’t a living human being until it is born.  They think that if a baby has some sort of fetal abnormality or the prognosis of a short life if allowed to be born, it should be aborted.  I’ll say again, God doesn’t make mistakes when He grants an unborn child its animating spark of life.  I don’t have the answers.  I don’t know why a child conceived by rape or incest is granted life, but it is, and it’s our moral obligation to respect our Creator’s decision.  I don’t know why He grants a child destined to die before birth or shortly thereafter the gift of life, but I accept on faith that He had a reason, and accept my calling to protect all His creations.

In America we allow over 90% of Down Syndrome babies to be aborted.  These children are killed simply because they lack one chromosome.  They aren’t what society has deemed to be perfect, so they are expendable.  If we continue on this course, at what point do we decide if a child should live or die simply because of the the color of its hair or eyes, or whether its genetic markers indicate it won’t quite be tall enough to meet its parents expectations?   If we continue to kill our own, at what point do we become what our ignorance has driven us to try and avoid?

Most Americans are probably ignorant of the fact that ISIS is now considering impalement as its preferred method of executing its captives.  I won’t go into the details of this barbaric practice; the disturbing reality of it will be saturating social media soon enough.  One method of killing human beings that won’t be getting media coverage is dilation and evacuation.  This is the abortion industry’s method of choice for killing pain-capable unborn children.  The unborn child is ripped apart, limb by limb until it dies and becomes a bloody jigsaw puzzle of tiny body parts on a surgical tray.  Just because most of us are ignorant of the fact that this goes on every day in America, does nothing to lessen the agony these children endure to satisfy our society’s quest to avoid the consequences of our actions.

Ignorance is not an excuse for allowing innocent lives to be taken unchallenged.  Ignorance is not bliss.  Ignorance demands a price that we all must pay; a price that rises commensurate to the level of our ignorance.  Telling ourselves that ignoring evil will make it go away, does nothing to serve humanity.  Choosing ignorance over action, while hoping someone else will do what we lack the will or courage to do, is nothing less than an endorsement of evil.  We all begin our lives in ignorance.  If we choose to remain in a state of ignorance, we waste the gift of life we have been given and dishonor the One who granted us the gift.

December 26, 2014

 

This time last year I was feeling confident.  Something was telling me that the end of the abortion industry was near, so I took a leap of faith and predicted that Planned Parenthood would be closing its doors in 2014.  While 2014 isn’t over yet, I may have gotten a little ahead of myself.   I still have the feeling that the end is near for the abortion industry, but I won’t put a timeline on it.

When I wrote this letter I asked Cecile Richards if Planned Parenthood gave its employees bonuses for exceeding their planned body count.  Little did I know at the time that they do.  In what kind of twisted world does an organization provide incentive bonuses to its employees for killing more innocent children?

As I wrote this letter the day after Christmas last year, I knew in my heart that I would spend the rest of my life, if necessary, to end the practice of abortion.  My determination has not wavered and I’m committed to changing minds and saving lives, however long it takes.

 

 

 

Planned Parenthood Federation of America

1110 Vermont Ave.  NW

Suite 300

Washington, D.C.  20005

Attn:    Cecile Richards

 December 26, 2013

Ms. Richards:

I hope you and your employees at Planned Parenthood had a wonderful Christmas.  I also hope you and all your employees took the time this Holiday season to reflect on what you do for a living and the suffering and death that occurs every day in your clinics.  America’s abortion industry will kill over 1.2 million unborn children before we celebrate another Christmas.  Planned Parenthood will kill over 300,000 of them.  How you and your staff can look your children in the eyes before you go to work every day is beyond my level of understanding.

Ms. Richards, as a businessman I have to forecast how much work I intend to do and how much money I plan to make every year.  Have you prepared your forecast of how many children your organization plans to kill next year?  Does Planned Parenthood give its employees bonuses for exceeding your projected body count?  What metrics, other than body count and the amount of money you manage to fleece the American taxpayers out of, do you use to determine whether you have had a productive year?

Ms. Richards, I believe in going big or not going at all.  I also believe in the power of intention.  I intend to close the doors of Planned Parenthood forever in 2014.  Just in case you’re wondering how I will close you down; I haven’t a clue. I know it will be done without violence, within the law, and with the help of a higher power.  Who knows; maybe the right person will read one of my letters and set a chain of events into motion that none of us can even imagine.  Maybe next year the pro-life movement will reach the critical mass needed to invoke unprecedented changes in our society and a quantum level of understanding of the true value of every human life.  Maybe the 56 million children aborted in America since 1973 will collectively petition our Creator to soften the hearts of the pro-abortion crowd and return our country to a place where every new life is a welcomed addition.  Whatever it takes to end the killing, we need it now.

As I enter my 60th year in a few weeks, I’m paying more attention to what’s really important.  Money, success, and material possessions are all temporal, and of no intrinsic value in the big scheme of things.  How you conduct your life and the impact and impressions you make on the lives of others are what’s really important.  Human life is the most miraculous creation in a timeless and endless Universe and dedicating one’s life to preserving and protecting it is a worthy calling.

Ms. Richards, closing your doors is my life’s mission and I welcome the fight as a happy warrior.

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.

 

 

 

 

Irony

I find it ironic that just days before Christmas, Planned Parenthood’s Cecile Richards tweets “Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy New Year.”  Wishes of health and happiness from the head of the world’s largest child killing organization strikes me as a bit patronizing and disingenuous, but maybe it’s just me.  Maybe she really does wish everyone well; everyone lucky enough to have been born that is.  If you’re yet to be born, she’s thinking about you too. She’s thinking about how to convince your mother that having you killed, and paying her to do it, will make her life better.   For Cecile Richards, life goes on.  For any unborn child passing through Planned Parenthood’s doors, it all ends there.

I find it ironic that 2 New York City police officers are assassinated just days before Christmas, and all race-baiting, parasitic leach Al Sharpton can talk about is that he feels threatened.  The murders of these 2 men were a direct result of his racial incitement and Mayor Bill de Blasio’s ongoing animus towards his own Police Department.  They’re both doing the cover your ass shuffle for the time being, waiting for this to blow over so they can move forward with their radical, self serving agendas.  Every time Sharpton injects himself into any situation, innocent people end up getting killed.  One has to wonder why Al Sharpton has visited the Obama White House over 80 times to advise the President on racial issues.

I find it ironic that just days before Christmas, the parking lot at my local Planned Parenthood clinic is full.  During what should be a joyous time of year for all children, America’s abortion mills are killing thousands of them every day.  The administrators at Planned Parenthood’s clinics are padding their Christmas bonuses with the blood of dead children.  At the end of the day they celebrate the Holiday season and celebrate their success over the past year.  Success to them is killing more children this year than they did last year.

As I write this, I find it ironic that the protesters marching through the streets of New York City are obviously clueless as to what they are protesting.  A simple examination of their body language by anyone who practices reading people, shows that they have been coached.  Watch them as they chant and then look to the person beside them for approval, hoping that they are showing the proper amount of conviction and outrage over the cause they know very little, if anything, about.  I find it ironic that the Police Department these clowns are protesting against are the very ones who are protecting them as they protest.

I find it ironic that I would be willing to die for either of my children or grandchildren while my fellow Americans allow over 3,000 of our own to be killed every day.  I find it ironic that the President golfs in Hawaii while the largest city in America is in turmoil over this week’s events.  I’m curious as to why he appears on camera to make a statement every time a black man is killed by the police, but is nowhere to be seen when a black man kills 2 policemen.

America is in need of strong leadership and a moral compass.  We currently have neither and desperately need both.   As the New Year approaches, it’s time for all of us to make our resolutions for our lives moving forward.  Other than eliminating the phrase “I find it ironic” from my vocabulary, I resolve to do more to serve my fellow man and to end the killing of our unborn children.  Merry Christmas!

 

Values

We’re defined by our values and by how we treat the weakest among us.  Millions of unborn children are killed worldwide every year, and we wonder why we see violence around every corner.  We entertain ourselves by watching people kill each other on TV and in movies and become desensitized to violent death.  Our nonchalance over killing our fellow man has allowed organizations like Planned Parenthood to flourish.  We buy into the argument that a woman has the right to choose to have her child killed.  We even help pay for it by sending hundreds of millions of taxpayer dollars to the abortion mills that kill them.

We’ve been convinced that our actions don’t come with consequences and that instant gratification is the easy way out.  In today’s world, many new lives are seen as simple inconveniences;  problems that can be “taken care of” at your local Planned Parenthood clinic.  As human beings we are hard-wired to protect one another.  We see someone in danger and we rush to help them.  In times of disaster we don’t stop and ask ourselves what religion, race, or gender the victims are; we just know we have to help them.  Call it social engineering, a dumbed-down education system, or just plain brainwashing; whatever you call it, all the above are tugging at the fabric of our humanity.  We blindly join in protests against perceived acts of injustice that most of us know little or nothing about, and choose to do nothing as thousands of our children are killed daily.

For far too many of us values are something you find at the local market, not a standard of conduct and ethical behavior we choose to live by.  As our values deteriorate so does the quality of our lives.  We make conscious choices to ignore universally respected principles of human behavior and act surprised when we see the results of our choices.  We riot and burn down a town when an aggressive felon is killed while committing a crime, and bask in the afterglow of our injustice as athletes and celebrities cluelessly acknowledge our actions.  We feel good, thinking we have taken action for a just cause, totally unaware of our abject ignorance.

Our President unilaterally decides to normalize relations with a communist dictatorship and everyone in his camp thinks he’s done a good thing.  They ignore the fact that this dictatorship murdered every property owner in the country when they assumed power and confiscated all property.  They ignore the fact that the ruling regime still resorts to torture and imprisonment for anyone defying their authority.  Our country’s leader is willing to ignore our founding values for nothing more than a photo op and a pat on the back.  His attitude is indicative of a large number of his constituents.  Values have been set aside in exchange for votes, money, and virtually everything else of no real value.

As this year comes to an end, we all have an opportunity to reassess our values.  We have a chance to look within and to see what’s really important.  Our gift of free will is a heavy responsibility and must be seen for what it is; a choice to do good works or bad, and to realize the fruits of our choices.  When we take this responsibility lightly we end up with inept leaders and a country that kills its unborn children by the millions. Our values are inviolable and can’t be tweaked to accommodate societal whims.  We compromise our values at our own peril and we display our values with every action we take.