Some will see no wrong in what was done at this clinic, and I pray for those people. This is about murder, not abortion.
Kermit Gosnell is on trial for the murder of babies, born alive, and then murdered by severing the spine. It's as despicable a crime as any mass shooting, but don't except huge coverage of the trial, because it shows abortion for what it is, murder.
For a quick idea of what the trial is about, watch this short clip. WARNING, very graphic images and discussion.
For more information, you can go to this site, 3801 Lancaster.
What bothers me most about this is that the people who support abortion always mention the abortion doctors that have been killed by pro-life people, but they refuse to place any blame on someone like this killer. They are scared that women might smarten up and realize what an abortion really is and what it does to them mentally and physically.
May God have mercy on their souls. I would say the same for Gosnell, but I think the man is soulless.
John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of me Life, between the legs of me wife !"
That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night !
He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the Best toast of The night."
She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?"
John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife."
"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street Corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at The pub with a toast about you, Mary."
She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he's only been in there twice in the last four years. "Once I had to pull him by the ears to make him come, and the other time he fell asleep". -------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------- In
a convent in Ireland, the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying. The
nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey
comfortable. They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused
it.
One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then,
remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received as a gift
the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into
the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior's bed, they held the glass
to her lips. The frail nun drank a little, then a little more and
before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down to the last
drop.
As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good
opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual
leader.."Mother," the nuns asked earnestly,"Please give us some of your
wisdom before you leave us."She raised herself up in bed on one elbow,
looked
at them and said: "
"DON'T SELL THAT COW." ----------------------------------------------------------------
Darren wanted desperately to have sex with this really cute, really hot girl in his office. But she was dating someone else.
One dayDarrengot
so frustrated that he went to her and said I'll give you $100 if you
let me have sex with you. The girl looked at him and then said, "NO!"
Darrensaid,
"I'll be real fast. I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down
and I'll finish by the time you've picked it up." She thought for a
moment and said that she would consult with her boyfriend.
So she
called him and explained the situation. Her boyfriend says, "Ask him
for $200 and pick up the money really fast. He won't even be able to
get his pants down. Then give me a call."
She agreed and accepts the proposal.
Over half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is still waiting for his girlfriend's call.
Finally, after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks, "What happened?"
Still breathing hard, she managed to reply, "The bastard had all quarters!"
Management lesson:
Always consider a business proposition in its entirety before agreeing to it and getting screwed. -----------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------- Have a great weekend! Don't drink too much green beer, or you'll end up like these guys:
Wong
Chow calls into work and says, "I no come work today, I really sick.
Got headache, stomach ache and legs hurt, I no come work."
The
boss says, "You know something, Wong Chow, I really need you today.
When I feel sick like you do, I go to my wife and tell her to give me
sex. That makes everything better and I go to work.. You try that."
Two hours later Wong Chow calls again. "I do what you say and I feel great... I be at work soon..... You got nice house." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon.
He thought to himself, "It's certainly not a ship."
As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out even the possibilities of a small boat or a raft.
Suddenly
there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit. Putting
aside the scuba tanks and mask, and zipping down the top of the wet
suit, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said to him,
"Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a good cigar?"
"Ten years!" replied the amazed Irishman.
With
that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left
sleeve of her wet suit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars and a
lighter.
He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag.
"Faith and begorrah!" said the castaway. "Ah, that is so good! I'd forgotten how great a smoke can
be!"
"And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Bushmill's Irish Whiskey?" asked the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replied, "Ten years!"
Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket there and removed a flask and handed it to him.
He opened the flask and took a long drink.
"'Tis nectar of the gods!" shouted the Irishman. "'Tis truly fantastic!!!"
At
this point, the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front
of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling man
and asked, "And how long has it been since you've played around?"
With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed,
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too!" ----------------------------------------------------------------- Politics.....Nothing Changes!!!
There
were two Catholic boys, Timothy Murphy and Antonio Secola, whose lives
parallel each other in amazing ways. In the same year Timothy was born
in Ireland , Antonio was born in Italy .
Faithfully
they attended parochial School from kindergarten through their senior
year in high school. They took their vows to enter the
priesthood early in college, and upon graduation, became priests.
Their
careers had come to amaze the world, but it was generally acknowledged
that Antonio Secola was just a wee cut above Timothy Murphy in all
respects.
Their
rise through the ranks of Bishop, Archbishop and finally Cardinal was
swift
to say the least, and the Catholic world knew that when the present
Pope died, it would be one of the two who would become the next Pope.
In
time, the Pope did die, and the College of Cardinals went to work. In
less time than anyone had expected, white smoke rose from the chimney
and the world waited to see whom they had chosen.
The world, Catholic, Protestant and secular, was surprised to learn that Timothy Murphy had been elected Pope!
Antonio
Secola was beyond surprise. He was devastated, because even with all
of Timothy's gifts, Antonio knew he was just a bit better qualified.
With
gall that shocked the Cardinals, Antonio Secola asked for a private
session with them in which he candidly asked, "Why Timothy?"
After
a long silence, an old Cardinal took pity on the bewildered man and
rose to reply. "We knew you were the better of the two, but we just
could not bear the thought of the leader of the Roman Catholic Church
being called POPE SE-COLA!
