Wednesday, February 12, 2014

if you are ignoring abortion, you shouldn't be

Left Redefines Abortion as End-of-Life Care


Trey Sanchez
Truth Revolt
11 February 2014

"A story on Slate.com has redefined abortion as "end-of-life care." The author is a medical student and mother who, with her husband, chose to have an abortion saying it was a "parenting decision" -- not one of when life begins, but a decision of "how and when life should end…"

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And pink hearts celebrating…

Hat tip: Infowars

the man in the puppet strings

Where In The Constitution Does It Say Obama Can Rule By Decree And “Do Whatever He Wants”?


Michael Snyder
End of the American Dream
11 February 2014

"Throughout human history, political power has always tended to become concentrated in the hands of one man.  The Founding Fathers knew this, and they tried very hard to keep that from happening in the United States.  A system in which the people rule themselves is a very precious and fragile thing."

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I do not for an instant believe Mr. Obama is skilled enough (if I may) to become a dictator. 

He begins, actually, to remind me of Mr. Biden.

A man painted as a clown, yet not even up to the profession.

Mere buffoon.

However, that this country is headed toward a dictatorship, and Mr. Obama may be at its head, I do not for a moment doubt.

And while Mr. Obama might be that painted 'clown,' I suspect something there is behind Mr. Biden's clowning…

And the rest of it remains to be seen.

crossfire of the enemy (apocalyptic, cont'd)

Mob of teens attack man in downtown Cleveland


Ed Gallek
WOIO 19 Action News
11 February 2014

"…six to eight teenagers surrounded him on the bus, and then started following him.

Then, he said they attacked, took his stuff, and videotaped what they were doing."

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Hat tip: Steve Quayle

Why does this concern? Did you note this began with surrounding the man attacked (a disabled Army vet) on a city bus?

But it doesn't stop there.

What I didn't post, above: "Violent teens and even mobs have been a problem around Public Square recently."

And, just in the last two months from this same site:



And did you see this one on the nightly news?


Our kids are in the crossfire of the enemy.

Prayers, needed. I am not one who believes that we are going to escape the hour: too many things that veer into elements of what Christ warned are on the table now.

But that we must go into that hour with everything we have in us to fight against its coming remains.

Because in the end, it is the individuals who can be saved against that enemy, one by one by one, that will make the angels clap with joy

the apocalyptic now, and tallying

Panicked Shoppers Fight Over Food Amid ‘Snowpocalypse’


Adan Salazar & Kit Daniels
Infowars
11 February 2014

"If Americans already engage in riots and mass panic buys at nearly every opportunity, it’s certainly no stretch to speculate the type of scene witnessed in Atlanta grocery stores could unfold in every U.S. city in the event of a bank run, a food stamp crisis or the dollar’s eventual collapse."

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The big if, however, remains, the balance point. Because I live in the heart of the city, here in Atlanta, and depend on public transportation, I had to make grocery runs both Monday and Tuesday evenings. 

I left work Tuesday just before 4:30 p.m. Earlier than my normal five p.m., but the wind chill was already 28ยบ, and the gusts strong enough that I had to hold my hood in place as I walked to Civic Center station. 

The co-worker who had to wait for everybody to leave before he could lock up had felt ice in the mist as he stepped outside to check conditions.

As I crossed the street at Midtown station, I quizzed a passerby I saw carrying Publix bags (several bags divided between both hands, as is the norm with city dwellers), if the store (a tiny shoebox near Georgia Tech) was crowded.

Nah.

I could hear a woman behind me asking if they still had food.

Yes, plenty.

I expected food, as I had heard before leaving work that all the stores in Atlanta had restocked.

West Peachtree St. is a multi-lane major Atlanta throughfare. Crossed it on a green lightnot a car coming anywhere, down the long stretch visible towards downtown Atlanta.

All the cash registers were scanning purchases, however, when I headed down the stairs at Publix, and each had maybe one or two customers already waiting in line. In the space of just those few minutes from when I asked the passerby and reached the store, then, it was already hotting up. Had I waited until five to leave work, I might have been substantially delayed.

For all that no one was on the road,  I suspected that everyone who had gone to work Tuesday (when we originally expected the storm to hit) were going to divert by the store on their way home.

I went straight across the store to get my milk, first.

Backtracked by the meat section, hoping for soup bone (hard to find on the best of days). Nada. I saw the Tech students walking up and down past the pork, lamb, beef and ready-to-cook, worried frowns on their faces. What to buy, what to prepare for. Back and forth, and edgy.

Headed to produce still working the store backward, where no ears of corn were available in an otherwise fully stocked produce section: I asked, when I did not see them, from an attendant busily emptying huge boxes of fresh produce.

Diverted after getting oranges and watermelon to the canned vegetable aisle. In that short space of time, yes, the store was standing room only. The aisle was navigated with wait, dart past, wait.

And no black beans. 

But that one item was the only one I saw (other than fresh corn) that was not available. Clearly, a lot of us were dreaming spicy Mexican cuisines, to warm during the snow days!

I left Publix at that point, however, having what I needed to get through until the city is up again. The registers were a trifle busier than when I had first come in, but manageable. Nothing like Monday, at Kroger, when the "Less than Ten Item" lines wrapped around the store.

The regular registers, however, had only had lines of maybe four or five customers, so I took my place Monday night in one of them, wondering, with other customers, why the lines that snaked back around the corner at the frozen section.

Maybe they were assuming the worst had already happened…

We have hospitals, I see, this morning, listed as closed. How do you close a hospital?

Last night, Mayor Kasim Reed sent out a robo-call to Atlanta city dwellers with emergency numbers and warnings for today.

I suspect Atlanta might just do fine, the tweets in the above link and notes herein notwithstanding. Yes, the mainstream news before begins to read now like typical conspiracy theory/alternative citizen news: that would be, predictions about what might happen, rather than what did…

Catastrophic storm coming…

The apocalyptic now, and tallying…

Monday night, waiting the bus with a senior citizen who looked, surely, to be preparing to hunker down for the next century, the bus rolled to a stop a car or two from the small shelter with bench that is the designated wait point.

I headed up to meet it, as passengers were getting off. The woman with whom I had been chatting tried to gather her own, but had too much. She asked me to tell the driver to get her there.

But as I got on the bus, and alerted the driver, he stopped the bus, got off, and, with another passenger, rushed to help her with her many packages.

And, when the two of us ended up getting off at the same stop, did so again.

Way to go, Marta. 

And way to go, Atlanta. Yes, we are in our apocalyptical moments now, and too frequently, and that is the generic 'why' of notes from the dying city. In the present moment of that apocalyptical, the wind gusts are picking up (35 mph), the ice-laden trees are rapidly becoming iffy in the gusts, and, as one blogger I read frequently noted yesterday, the Georgia ice storm could take us off the electric grid. 

At the present moment, seventy-five thousand are already without power in Georgia (WSB-TV).

Time there was when the observation would merely have been that an ice storm was predicted, with power outages (after they occurred)…

But moments remain, and abounding, wherein we are still able to remember our origin, and our destination, and as long as we can hold…

Because for all the bad news reported here (and the unbelievable amount I read now, eyes not yet able to glaze over, then turn from, unable to hand on), moments of 'hold' do indeed remain.

Does that mean we can look at the coming day, and shrug?

Nada…

Just the reminder that, for all the wonderful stories the media here kept handing on about how folk were going up and down the highways, handing out food, water, and hope, two weeks ago, I ran across stories on-line from people reporting hands-on witnesses that said the exact opposite…

Lot of people have agendas.

Read everything, trust nothing, keep praying…

Just the generic, here.