Monday, October 22, 2007
Dino Rossi to Run for Governor
I just learned that Dino Rossi will run for governor against incumbent Christine Gregoire. I look forward to covering the ‘08 Washington state governor’s race and Dino’s stand on Life, Liberty and Property
402 Legion Way
I’ve heard it said that the three signs of the demonic are: nudity, violence and chaos. I think just a cursory review of the news and events of the day proves its validity. The obvious example is the abortion industry but serial killers, tyrannical political regimes, and cultic and heretical religious sects – think Jim Jones and David Koresh — all exhibit these three marks of the demonic.
And if you really take the time to meditate on this fact it’s quite shocking to realize that many social-political movements, legislative initiatives and so-called religions fall into this category. It’s actually a pretty good acid test for analyzing bills coming out of the state legislature. Just wait until the Superintendent of Public Instruction and the lesbians at DSHS get their “comprehensive sex education” program cranked up.
Interestingly enough this insightful fact comes from the Bible and the story of the healing of a demon-possessed man (Mark 5 and Luke 8) .
They went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an evil spirit came from the tombs to meet him. This man lived in the tombs, and no one could bind him any more, not even with a chain. For he had often been chained hand and foot, but he tore the chains apart and broke the irons on his feet. No one was strong enough to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and in the hills he would cry out and cut himself with stones.
When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him. He shouted at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? Swear to God that you won’t torture me!” For Jesus had said to him, “Come out of this man, you evil spirit!”
Then Jesus asked him, “What is your name?”
“My name is Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.” And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area.
That’s why I found it fascinating that the address for the Olympia Planned Parenthood is – 402 Legion Way. When I went there to pray Sunday night with about 20 other people we prayed the prayer to Saint Michael the Archangel and the exorcism prayer. If you’d like to pray it on your next trip to the state capitol in Olympia, Planned Parenthood or other meeting with the demonic here it is.
As a side note — Pope Leo XII, the author of this prayer, had profound respect for private property and spoke out forcefully against socialism and communism. He saw clearly in the late 1800’s how socialists and today’s liberals are “working on the poor man’s envy of the rich, are striving to do away with private property” and “who hold that ‘class is naturally hostile to class, and that the wealthy and the working men are intended by nature to live in mutual conflict.’” Property rights activists would do well to read more about him and begin to understand the demonic forces which also threaten private property and how to combat them.
(Cross posted at the Reagan Wing.)
And if you really take the time to meditate on this fact it’s quite shocking to realize that many social-political movements, legislative initiatives and so-called religions fall into this category. It’s actually a pretty good acid test for analyzing bills coming out of the state legislature. Just wait until the Superintendent of Public Instruction and the lesbians at DSHS get their “comprehensive sex education” program cranked up.
Interestingly enough this insightful fact comes from the Bible and the story of the healing of a demon-possessed man (Mark 5 and Luke 8) .
They went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an evil spirit came from the tombs to meet him. This man lived in the tombs, and no one could bind him any more, not even with a chain. For he had often been chained hand and foot, but he tore the chains apart and broke the irons on his feet. No one was strong enough to subdue him. Night and day among the tombs and in the hills he would cry out and cut himself with stones.
When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him. He shouted at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? Swear to God that you won’t torture me!” For Jesus had said to him, “Come out of this man, you evil spirit!”
Then Jesus asked him, “What is your name?”
“My name is Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.” And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area.
That’s why I found it fascinating that the address for the Olympia Planned Parenthood is – 402 Legion Way. When I went there to pray Sunday night with about 20 other people we prayed the prayer to Saint Michael the Archangel and the exorcism prayer. If you’d like to pray it on your next trip to the state capitol in Olympia, Planned Parenthood or other meeting with the demonic here it is.
As a side note — Pope Leo XII, the author of this prayer, had profound respect for private property and spoke out forcefully against socialism and communism. He saw clearly in the late 1800’s how socialists and today’s liberals are “working on the poor man’s envy of the rich, are striving to do away with private property” and “who hold that ‘class is naturally hostile to class, and that the wealthy and the working men are intended by nature to live in mutual conflict.’” Property rights activists would do well to read more about him and begin to understand the demonic forces which also threaten private property and how to combat them.
(Cross posted at the Reagan Wing.)
Monday, October 15, 2007
Tri-City Herald “Choice” & Censorship Policy Clarified
Submitted Letter to the Editor:
On the morning of September 4th a small group of concerned Tri City citizens met to pray in front of the Kennewick Planned Parenthood (where abortions are performed). Groups have shown their concern here for years. Today would be different. As a young pregnant distraut woman walked over to the praying people, she voiced her distress at going in for an abortion. She said she didn’t want to have the abortion, but didn’t know what else to do. She was looking for guidance and help in this pregancy. As we were speaking, an employee of Planned Parenthood, stepped outside, exchanged negative remarks about our presence there and firmly pulled this young woman by her arm, across the parking lot and into the building. There was noticable resistance by the young woman.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the building shaken and crying and stated she was not allowed to talk to us before her abortion.How do we feel about an agency that coerces young women to not act responsibly about their pregancy? Please show your concern. Be aware of the number of deaths of our very young, who have no voice. Don’t turn and look the other way.
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Media Response:
From: Tri-City Herald letters <letters@tricityherald.com>
Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2007 01:50:34 -0400
To: <letters@tricityherald.com>
Conversation: Letter to the editor
Dot Redmann
Thanks for your letter but I’m sorry it is our policy not to publishletters that we feel expose only one side of personal, legal, or businessmatters. We cannot undertake the kind of investigation such letters woulddemand before being published.
The letters to the editor portion of our editorial page is for discussion of public issues, not private grievances.
Sincerely,
Katie Shorb
Tri-City Herald
Letters to Editor
582-1519
(Cross posted at the Reagan Wing.)
On the morning of September 4th a small group of concerned Tri City citizens met to pray in front of the Kennewick Planned Parenthood (where abortions are performed). Groups have shown their concern here for years. Today would be different. As a young pregnant distraut woman walked over to the praying people, she voiced her distress at going in for an abortion. She said she didn’t want to have the abortion, but didn’t know what else to do. She was looking for guidance and help in this pregancy. As we were speaking, an employee of Planned Parenthood, stepped outside, exchanged negative remarks about our presence there and firmly pulled this young woman by her arm, across the parking lot and into the building. There was noticable resistance by the young woman.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the building shaken and crying and stated she was not allowed to talk to us before her abortion.How do we feel about an agency that coerces young women to not act responsibly about their pregancy? Please show your concern. Be aware of the number of deaths of our very young, who have no voice. Don’t turn and look the other way.
***************************************************************
Media Response:
From: Tri-City Herald letters <letters@tricityherald.com>
Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2007 01:50:34 -0400
To: <letters@tricityherald.com>
Conversation: Letter to the editor
Dot Redmann
Thanks for your letter but I’m sorry it is our policy not to publishletters that we feel expose only one side of personal, legal, or businessmatters. We cannot undertake the kind of investigation such letters woulddemand before being published.
The letters to the editor portion of our editorial page is for discussion of public issues, not private grievances.
Sincerely,
Katie Shorb
Tri-City Herald
Letters to Editor
582-1519
(Cross posted at the Reagan Wing.)
Monday, October 08, 2007
Be it Resolved That...
RESOLVED, the Washington State Medical Association is completely corrupt and without merit.
RESOLVED, that the WSMA has been and remains in the thrall of the culture of death, population controllers, eugenicists, and abortion industry for some time now.
RESOLVED, that the public is urged to call a spade a spade and let the state's witch doctors know what they think about their insane and stupid "resolutions," namely:
RESOLVED, that the WSMA has been and remains in the thrall of the culture of death, population controllers, eugenicists, and abortion industry for some time now.
RESOLVED, that the public is urged to call a spade a spade and let the state's witch doctors know what they think about their insane and stupid "resolutions," namely:
- Stop trying to make a buck at the expense of our children's health. Eleven and twelve year old girls should not be receiving the Merck HPV vaccine, especially in light of the 11 deaths and approximately 4,000 adverse reports.
- We will not let you get your jollies by "talking sex" with our kids. Keep the state's perverted doctors away from "counseling" our young girls on sex, contraceptives and abortion.
- Quit trying to find new ways to kill us, specifically by, empowering First Responders to withhold resuscitation under appropriate circumstances.
- You aren't fooling us with your falsely named "End of Life Concensus Coalition," which is just a front group for the WSMA's demons of death.
Friday, October 05, 2007
The Liberty Line
What a day. I spent 3 hours outside one of our state’s illustrious Planned Parenthood abortion centers the other morning. This was my second Wednesday, a killing day, outside this particular center. The personal devastation, fear, turmoil and confusion were written all over the faces of the “clients.” It’s hard to describe what takes place. It’s all very quiet. Normal, in fact. The mail trucks and delivery trucks continue making their deliveries. No one runs the stop sign. The men working on a nearby building never look over and continue their work to meet their deadline.
There are a few of us there in a Liberty Line offering help to the women who are going in for abortion, contraception and pregnancy tests. A brochure is given to one young woman. We think she’s blown us off but she comes back down the sidewalk with a purpose asking what kind of help we have. We tell her about Pregnancy Aid around the corner. She’s had one abortion and won’t have another. She regrets it but explains that she was young and didn’t know what to do. She takes the card with the phone number for Project Rachel. I mention that she can name her baby and her eyes soften and water just barely. She’s young, beautiful and scared with her whole life ahead of her. As she walks quickly down the sidewalk away from the epicenter of evil I see her step into the light. The sidewalk becomes an underground, unseen railroad. I want to yell, “Run, run. Keep going!”
You will forever abandon any belief in evolution after watching the people going in and out of an abortion mill. The idea that humans are just clever talking beasts that got a lucky head start on chimpanzees and gorillas will be forever swept from your mind. Chimpanzees don’t rip their hearts out over how and when they will kill their offspring. The elephant doesn’t lie to herself about the loss of an offspring. Animals do what works in order to eat, breed and survive. Only the free will given to man could create such a horrific scene. This is not progress or evolution where the “best” survive. You are witness to a story that is as old as man and repeats itself again and again. If you want to see the past, go to an abortion mill.
The official looking Asian woman in the pant suit holding a clip board sits with a thin, bearded man wearing earrings in both ears. She’s in charge and must be very important. They park in the parking lot and enter the mill from a side door. A while later they are parked out on the street. Maybe they are going to build a wall. They seem to have plans for something.
The second wave of abortions scheduled for the day starts between noon and 1:00. You pass out a lot of brochures and try to talk to others.
Another young girl comes out. She approaches you and wants to know where she can get something to eat. You ask her if she wants to talk. She looks down at the path to freedom beneath her feet. She says she hasn’t “done it yet.” You ask her if she’s scared. You want to ask her where her mom is. She tells you she’s read the whole brochure. She’s had an ultrasound and she’s 12 weeks along. Come Holy Spirit…you tell her about your son. You tell her God has a plan for her and her baby. You tell her help is available. Lack of money is the last reason to have an abortion. She goes on her way, off the safety of the railroad back into the stockyard. You pray. Five minutes go by. She should be back out her by now! Ten minutes go by. You pray and the family with you prays harder. The cold and empty flag pole shakes and rattles violently. “Ah, the demons are back. I’ll need to tell Debora.” Twenty minutes go by. Where is she!!? She should have been back here by now. You’ll never forget her face.
A couple of teenage girls pull into the parking lot. The passenger gets out and walks to the back of the parking lot. She gets back in the car a few minutes later. As they are leaving the parking lot you walk up to the car and extend the brochure. (The driver is yelling at you but she rolls down the window and takes the brochure anyway.) “I’m a Christian and I go to church but I believe in letting people exercise their rights!” You look at the passenger — scared, tears just below the surface, crouched down in the seat. You don’t care. Spit on me, hit me, kick me, hate me. Just take your friend and run!
If you go to the Planned Parenthood web site you’ll see lots of happy, smiling, middleclass or up-and-coming type folks. It’s white and light. They look like Republicans. They are your neighbors, your kids and their friends. You will not meet these people at a real life Planned Parenthood clinic. At a real life Planned Parenthood clinic you will meet people who spent the whole night crying. You meet people who are about to change their lives forever. There are lots of minorities — Asian, Latin/Hispanic, Somali and today perhaps one American Indian. One Martina Natrilova-looking woman explained that she couldn’t take a brochure for her post-op daugher because “we are Buddhist.”
The men who were milling around, smoking cigarettes, going in an out were absolutely tormented. Tormented. It’s the only word to describe it. They did their best to hide it. To look and act tough. The toughest ones seemed to be having the hardest time. They constantly looked down as if searching for something, not seeing that freedom lay at their feet.
You look in the parking lot at the cars! You simply can’t believe the cars. The new SUVs, vans, Mercedes, Jettas, Volvos, PT Cruisers. Not a one older than 5 years. Some of them arrive on foot and the surreal nature of what you are witnessing just can’t be put into words. By the end of the day you are craving art; for some symbol or sign to make sense of it: An image. A woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.
You think you can see blazing ovens with billowing black smoke and a rain of ashes; men in black boots, barbed-wire and batons. If only then they’d see! Yes, all those who cried “never again” would be out here with us filling the streets and the sidewalks. You hear a story that last week someone saw them loading small refrigerators onto a truck for transport to the University of Washington. And you wonder…
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
There are a few of us there in a Liberty Line offering help to the women who are going in for abortion, contraception and pregnancy tests. A brochure is given to one young woman. We think she’s blown us off but she comes back down the sidewalk with a purpose asking what kind of help we have. We tell her about Pregnancy Aid around the corner. She’s had one abortion and won’t have another. She regrets it but explains that she was young and didn’t know what to do. She takes the card with the phone number for Project Rachel. I mention that she can name her baby and her eyes soften and water just barely. She’s young, beautiful and scared with her whole life ahead of her. As she walks quickly down the sidewalk away from the epicenter of evil I see her step into the light. The sidewalk becomes an underground, unseen railroad. I want to yell, “Run, run. Keep going!”
You will forever abandon any belief in evolution after watching the people going in and out of an abortion mill. The idea that humans are just clever talking beasts that got a lucky head start on chimpanzees and gorillas will be forever swept from your mind. Chimpanzees don’t rip their hearts out over how and when they will kill their offspring. The elephant doesn’t lie to herself about the loss of an offspring. Animals do what works in order to eat, breed and survive. Only the free will given to man could create such a horrific scene. This is not progress or evolution where the “best” survive. You are witness to a story that is as old as man and repeats itself again and again. If you want to see the past, go to an abortion mill.
The official looking Asian woman in the pant suit holding a clip board sits with a thin, bearded man wearing earrings in both ears. She’s in charge and must be very important. They park in the parking lot and enter the mill from a side door. A while later they are parked out on the street. Maybe they are going to build a wall. They seem to have plans for something.
The second wave of abortions scheduled for the day starts between noon and 1:00. You pass out a lot of brochures and try to talk to others.
Another young girl comes out. She approaches you and wants to know where she can get something to eat. You ask her if she wants to talk. She looks down at the path to freedom beneath her feet. She says she hasn’t “done it yet.” You ask her if she’s scared. You want to ask her where her mom is. She tells you she’s read the whole brochure. She’s had an ultrasound and she’s 12 weeks along. Come Holy Spirit…you tell her about your son. You tell her God has a plan for her and her baby. You tell her help is available. Lack of money is the last reason to have an abortion. She goes on her way, off the safety of the railroad back into the stockyard. You pray. Five minutes go by. She should be back out her by now! Ten minutes go by. You pray and the family with you prays harder. The cold and empty flag pole shakes and rattles violently. “Ah, the demons are back. I’ll need to tell Debora.” Twenty minutes go by. Where is she!!? She should have been back here by now. You’ll never forget her face.
A couple of teenage girls pull into the parking lot. The passenger gets out and walks to the back of the parking lot. She gets back in the car a few minutes later. As they are leaving the parking lot you walk up to the car and extend the brochure. (The driver is yelling at you but she rolls down the window and takes the brochure anyway.) “I’m a Christian and I go to church but I believe in letting people exercise their rights!” You look at the passenger — scared, tears just below the surface, crouched down in the seat. You don’t care. Spit on me, hit me, kick me, hate me. Just take your friend and run!
If you go to the Planned Parenthood web site you’ll see lots of happy, smiling, middleclass or up-and-coming type folks. It’s white and light. They look like Republicans. They are your neighbors, your kids and their friends. You will not meet these people at a real life Planned Parenthood clinic. At a real life Planned Parenthood clinic you will meet people who spent the whole night crying. You meet people who are about to change their lives forever. There are lots of minorities — Asian, Latin/Hispanic, Somali and today perhaps one American Indian. One Martina Natrilova-looking woman explained that she couldn’t take a brochure for her post-op daugher because “we are Buddhist.”
The men who were milling around, smoking cigarettes, going in an out were absolutely tormented. Tormented. It’s the only word to describe it. They did their best to hide it. To look and act tough. The toughest ones seemed to be having the hardest time. They constantly looked down as if searching for something, not seeing that freedom lay at their feet.
You look in the parking lot at the cars! You simply can’t believe the cars. The new SUVs, vans, Mercedes, Jettas, Volvos, PT Cruisers. Not a one older than 5 years. Some of them arrive on foot and the surreal nature of what you are witnessing just can’t be put into words. By the end of the day you are craving art; for some symbol or sign to make sense of it: An image. A woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.
You think you can see blazing ovens with billowing black smoke and a rain of ashes; men in black boots, barbed-wire and batons. If only then they’d see! Yes, all those who cried “never again” would be out here with us filling the streets and the sidewalks. You hear a story that last week someone saw them loading small refrigerators onto a truck for transport to the University of Washington. And you wonder…
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Pro-Choice is Pro-Abortion
Mike "Reproductive choice is a fundamental human right" Bloomberg is being sued.
I'm not surprised and the claims being make are probably true. Pregnant women, moms and kids get in the way of the bottom line. Despite the rhetoric about "choice", abortion is usually for the benefit of someone else other than the woman. Wake up ladies!
Tanys Lancaster, 38, Jill Patricot, 35, and Janet Loures, 41, filed a motion to join the case brought last week on their behalf by the federal government against the company, alleging discrimination against women who were pregnant or on maternity leave.
I'm not surprised and the claims being make are probably true. Pregnant women, moms and kids get in the way of the bottom line. Despite the rhetoric about "choice", abortion is usually for the benefit of someone else other than the woman. Wake up ladies!
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