So what's so special about life anyway?

I'm sitting in my bedroom mindlessly surfing the Internet while just outside of my left ear is the vacuous show entailed "quintuplet." The show is something about a family with five kids and their travails. Whatever. It's a dumb show but it made me think of something I heard earlier.

Back in July the New York Times ran an article by Amy Barrett which told the story of Amy Richards. Richards was a single mother who became pregnant. A terrifying ordeal for anyone but then Amy finds out that she's pregnant with triplets. Oh horrifying. (Keep in mind we're in the age where so-called feminists pay thousands of dollars to mess with nature by opting for invetrofertilization therapy). But I digress.

Anyway, Ms. Richards decided that the fear of having triplets was worse than the fear of killing another human being and went ahead and asked her doctor to kill two of the living, heart-beating babies inside of her so that she wouldn't have to and I quote, "Shop at Costco and by big jars of mayonnaise." Oh, she also didn't want to leave her fifth-floor walk up apartment in Manhattan and diminish her lifestyle which including traveling in the spring months to speak to other young girls on college campuses, at time when her doctor prescribed bed rest.

incredulously, I saw a website that declared that Amy Richards was a role model to young girls everywhere, because she chose to kill instead of be inconvenienced. Whatever happened to the notion of a mother protecting their children? Now we're at an age that the death of the child protects the mom?

This all sounds too Orwellian ( a favorite phrase of the left for the rights actions). I mean really, there isn't a woman out there who is actually proud of killing two human beings to maintain her lifestyle???? It turns out Richards is an abortion-rights activist and works for Planned Parenthood. She's also a so-called feminist activist. (A fact the NY Times never disclosed until later, a fact I don't think matters all that much. I mean, here's a woman who's proud of killing two other people, there are more important issues to talk to her about than who she works for...)
Since when did advocating for women's rights become acquainted with killing for convenience.

It is true stories like this that have led to my decision to kick the donkey to the curb and embrace an elephant.

Often my friends find it unbelievable that I'm a conservative.
"You're a black woman, you've got to be a Democrat," someone once said to me. And they were right. I remember walking to the precinct office in Chicago when I was too little to look over the voting booth and my parents working for the local Democrat running for precinct captain. I was in my 20s before I met a Republican or anyone other than a Democrat. (Incidentally, that occurred when I traveled around Missouri chasing then governor-candidate John Aschroft and interviewed one Sam Brownback in his Kansas home. Nice oak living room table he had).

I was a black, working class, reporter and I was a Democrat. Period. But my life has always been one of contradictions. I was a Democrat, but I read the federalist papers of James Madison, flipped through John Locke, really dug Thomas Jefferson and began to create a philosophy based upon my knowledge of the birth of this nation. (Phrasing used on purpose). Anyway, all that aside it was really my conviction that life begins at conception that wouldn't allow me to side step the pro-abortion stance of the Democrats. I cannot reason with people who believe that it's okay to kill an innocent child. I mean the absurdity of that. It's an absolute.

Then I began studying the pro-abortion movement. I research her heiress Margaret Sanger. A supposed nurse to the poor she visited poor women in the tenements of New York and decided that women were 0ppressed because they didn't have the right to kill the children their husbands forced them to have.

Sanger was also a eugenists, a friend of Hitler in the race to eradicate unfit human beings from the planet. She included African-Americans in that pool, a fact played out in her earnest attempts to court black preachers to sign on to the pro-abortion platform. Sanger believed that there were classes of people who should have more than one child, and if they did they should kill them. Her legacy was Planned Parenthood, the so-called family planning resource for many but really a focused attempt on eradicating poor minorities. Don't think so? Sound like a conspiracy? Well, an article put out by Planned Parenthood supporters and feminists actually asserted that abortions helped to curb juvenile violence in 2000. They claimed the fact that so many poor and minority women (read African-American) aborted their babies in the 1980s, that it meant less black teen-agers in the year 2000 and therefore, less criminal activity. (That's a true story!)

When I read that 1 out of 2 babies born to African-Americans were being aborted, a fact that goes entirely against our cultural heritage to kill our unborn, I suspected something was up.

In fact, I don't know how any self-respecting black person could be a Democrat when the heart of their platform is encouraging the poor to kill their babies.

So unable to reconcile my revulsion for the sanctioning of baby deaths I had to find a party where I belonged. But could I turn to the Republican party? The party of the Reagan Democrats and the hatemongers who argued for a whitening of America? Could how? And if I could, how and why?

More on that manna. Peace and Hair Grease.