No one opposed their cause. Not office seekers, not social travelers, and certainly not men (if they knew what was good for them). The only defenders of The Way Things Oughta Be were narrow minded conservatives and religious fanatics.
As the bon-fire dancers burned their bras, and whatever else, reasoned arguments and pleas for humanity were drowned-out in increasingly louder chants of… Choice Is Not A Choice!
To be liberated from men, first womyn had to be liberated from their babies.
Womyn’s health issue became a womyn-only issue. The opinions of non-womyn were heresy. Feminism became their religion, narcissism their altar, and the unborn… sacrificed to their god. The plight of the lost seemed hopelessly lost.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the revolution… a handful of rebels rebelled.
…against the sisterhood, against “their own” cause – to defend those unable to defend themselves.
Not with threats, or social intimidation, but heart to heart. With quiet voices they gave voice to the timid. Their principal form of protest: Prayer. And slowly the tide turned.
[Pausing a moment to dust off the Victrola and spin-up an old favorite on 45: Waylon & Willie’s Good Hearted Woman.]
That’s right, payback is a cussword: The pink pussyhats long encouraged their sisters to stand up for themselves! …to think for themselves! …only to be cussed-out by the cusswords.
The days of Roe v. Wade are numbered. The final nail may be driven by some legislation, a Supreme decision, or just moral outrage. But someday someone will carve-out a fitting tombstone, many will make speeches and pat themselves on the back… .
But the beginning of the end came by the folded hands of a handful of lady rebels.
“Open thy mouth for [those who cannot speak] in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction.” Proverbs 31:8
Amen to that.
Life: The Early Days
Day 18: Heart begins to beat with baby’s own blood, often of a different type than the mother’s.
The only lies we get drunk on are the lies we tell ourselves. But the mirror lays bare our nakeness.