“What Does The Incredible Hulk Think About Abortion?” By Kristen Hatten

31 10 2013

 “What Does The Incredible Hulk Think About Abortion?” By Kristen Hatten

Thank goodness an actor whose name you may not recognize finally broke his silence on the great issue of abortion. I don’t know about you, but it’s very difficult for me to form opinions on serious moral issues without knowing the viewpoint of the third guy.
Mark Ruffalo ( Aka the Incredible Hulk) attended a rally held in Mississippi, in support the Jackson Women’s Health Organization, an abortion center, which was in danger of closing if its physicians can’t obtain admitting privileges at a local hospital. So far, they’ve been unsuccessful.

Mark Ruffalo in a ridiculous statement, which practically overflows with idiocy and wrong, tells the story of his mother, who was “forced” to have an illegal abortion.

“It was shameful and sleazy and demeaning,” said Rafealo, “when I heard the story from my mother, I was aghast by the lowliness of a society that would make a woman do that. I could not understand its lack of humanity; today is no different.”

I’m gonna suggest that you pause and reread that again. Let it sink in.

Okay, first of all, does it weird you out when people are happy their mom had an abortion? I’ve heard that before and it makes me deeply sad. My mom’s crisis pregnancy resulted in my twin brothers, and I love them more than I can say. Also, Mark. Dude. That could have been you, bro.

Oh, Mark Ruffalo. Let me explain something to you. I’ll try to use small words: the fact that your mom’s abortion was illegal is not what made it “shameful and sleazy and demeaning.” Abortion is those things, legal or not.

When you go on to say, “What happened to my mother was a relic of an America that was not free nor equal nor very kind,” I have to go pace in a circle around my coffee table. Because… just… WHAT? Do you think a woman who kills her baby out of fear or selfishness is “free?” Do you think giving an unborn human being absolutely zero right to life is equality? Is dismembering a baby because her mother doesn’t want her “kind?”

It was a time when women were seen as second rate citizens who were not smart enough, nor responsible enough, nor capable enough to make decisions about their lives.

Oh, as opposed to these glorious years of legalized abortion, when women are “not smart enough, nor responsible enough, nor capable enough” to care for their children or place them for adoption? Liberation is paying someone to kill our kids? That’s empowerment? We’ve escaped oppression by passing it on to our children?

My own mother fought to make herself more than a possession; she lived her life as a mother who chose when she would have children, and a wife who could earn a living if she so chose.

I would like to remind Mark Ruffalo that Hugh Hefner is a supporter of abortion “rights,” and that disgusting NBA players these days have “abortion contracts” with their girlfriends. Rappers tweet about the cleansing, saving power of abortions, angering feminists, who don’t mind it when abortion “liberates” women from children, but apparently do resent the idea that it liberates men from women and children.

Ask your average college bro if he supports abortion because he respects a woman’s choice, or because it’s an easy out.

You know who else loves abortion? Sex criminals. Think about it: taking the underage girl you’ve been pimping or the daughter you’ve been raping to a clinic is a quick and easy way to get rid of the evidence.

Mark, there are ways of choosing when to have children that don’t involve killing some of them, and believe it or not, I know some women who have managed to have careers without having a single abortion. Shocking, I know.

There was no mistake in us making abortion legal and available on demand. That was what we call progress. Just like it was no mistake that we abolished institutional racism in this country around the same time.

This statement made me LOL and then have to look at photos of puppies on the Internet for fifteen minutes to quell my rage.

Look what you’ve done to me, Mark Ruffalo.

To defend abortion and condemn institutional racism in the same sentence, with a straight face… I can’t even.

Black people make up 12% of the U.S. population and about 35% of abortions. Planned Parenthood has placed most of their clinics in minority neighborhoods. Institutional what now?

There is nothing to be ashamed of here except to allow a radical and recessive group of people to bully and intimidate our mothers and sisters and daughters for exercising their right of choice. Or use terrorism and fanaticism to block their legal rights or take the lives of their caregivers.

(Psst! He’s talking about us.)

If providing alternatives, counseling, and practical assistance to women in crisis pregnancies is bullying and intimidating, I guess I’m a bully. Calling the people who disagree with you terrorists and fanatics is not very progressive and tolerant, Ruffalo. It’s also 100% wrong. As usual, the standard media narrative is a load of bull corn. In the 50 years since Roe, a lunatic fringe who do not deserve to be called “pro-life” have killed eight abortion providers – and been disowned by the movement and punished.

By contrast, as Susan B. Anthony List tells us:

There have been over 300 murders and 152 attempted murders in the name of the pro-abortion cause since Roe v. Wade. 551 women have died from botched abortions, and over 1,000 have been the victims of various sex crimes.

(See the statistics at Pro-Choice Violence.)

I’m not surprised that yet another West Coast yahoo repeats some stuff he heard, doesn’t bother to do any thinking of his own, doesn’t bother to educate himself, but instead sees to it to “educate” all us fanatical, backwards jerks in flyover country who dare to question his obviously superior values system.

Ruffalo had the gall to end his little speech with this:

I invite you to search your soul and ask yourself if you actually stand for what you say you stand for.

Right back at you, Mark. Right back at you.
Kristen Hatten


At last the world agrees that a baby is a baby says a broken hearted man

23 07 2013

Kate Middleton, gave birth to a baby boy and the entire world is rejoicing. Yet there is a man who is not rejoicing, his name is Martin. Here he tells his story:
“My girlfriend was less than 20 weeks pregnant… by a few days. The Sonogram showed two little babies, with fingers and hands and feet and faces and heartbeats; alive and waiting to be born. Yet, late one night, when we were talking and she said, “I’m not ready to be a mother.”
I told her that nobody is. She said, “I’m scared.”
I told her that every mother is scared. Although she wasn’t enrolled in college at the time, she wanted to go. I was enrolled in a Bachelor’s Program and was working toward my degree. She said, “But I want to finish college and do something with my life.”
I told her that I would help with the baby and somehow we’d both finish college. “It might be harder. We may have to make some sacrifices but we’ll get through it.”
She said that she was going to college and I could stay home and watch the baby. I was working for Lockheed Martin at the time and a condition of my employment was that I had to be enrolled in a Bachelor’s Program. So we disagreed on who was going to finish college first. The fear and the anxiety and the uncertainty led to a small disagreement that ended with us going to bed not talking. She faced one way. I faced the other.

Next morning I got up and was getting ready to go to work. I thought everything was going to be fine. We made it through the storm. She came downstairs and said, “I’m going through with it.”
She said, “I’ve made up my mind. I’m going through with it.”
She asked me to drive her to the clinic. I tried to reason with her. She wasn’t having it. I refused to take her. She called a cab. I thought to myself, “If I let her get in that cab, she’ll surely go through with it.”
So I agreed to take her to Planned Parenthood in hopes of talking her out of it. She wasn’t having any of that. I tried to talk. She was silent. Not a word. I drove. She stared out the window. She was stubborn. She was a “modern woman”, nobody was going to tell her what to do… Not me… Not God… Nobody.

So we got to Planned Parenthood and I pulled into the parking lot and parked as close as I could to the protesters. She was unfazed. I walked with her through the small group of protesters. I took a pamphlet and tried to give it to her. She was determined. I said, “Look those are fingers. That’s a head. They were alive. Our babies are alive.”
She was walking briskly… She pretended she didn’t hear me. We got to the security gate of Planned Parenthood and rang the doorbell. A woman came out and unlocked the gate and then locked it behind us. We went into the lobby of the building. I grabbed my girlfriend’s hand, “Don’t do this.”
She tried to pull her hand back and said, “I’m not ready to be a mother.”
“Please, don’t do this. Reconsider” The lady who escorted us in told her the clinic was on the second floor. “Please, We can get through this. Don’t kill our babies.” She pulled her hand back, turned away from me and went up toward the clinic.

I was defeated. I left the clinic and got in my car and drove way too fast down the street. I ran a couple of red lights. I was so scared and angry and hurt and lost and all the emotions like a broken damn came flooding through me. I wanted to scream. I was helpless to protect my babies. I was completely unable to do a single thing to protect them. Where were my rights? Where were the rights of those two beautiful babies? What in the hell did rights have to do with murder? Nobody has the right to murder!!! All of these thoughts flooded my emotions like a freight train… with each box car a thought… And it was going 500 miles per hour through my head. And then…. like an explosion… A tragic horrific wreck… A screeching scraping explosion of thought…

Everything went high pitch… And then went silent….

The moment my children were murdered, a ripple, a shockwave went through my body. Though I wasn’t there… I felt it. I knew something terrible had just happened in that moment. She felt it too.

I turned around and drove as fast as I could back to that clinic. I parked my car in the middle of the road in front of the clinic, nearly on top of the protesters. I rang the doorbell by the gate. I rang it again… and again… Finally the same lady came out. She let me in… She said, “You can’t leave your car there, the police will have it towed.”
“They can have it, please open the door, let me in.” She opened the door. I ran to the top of the stairs. Up to the clinic. I ran through the doors. I went up to the little window. I asked where my girlfriend was… “She’s in recovery.”
My heart sank, “Can I see her?”
“Let me check,” the nurse said. A few agonizingly long minutes later she returned and escorted me to the recovery room.
My girlfriend was crying. She said, “I was wrong. I felt them when they died. They pulled my heart out with our babies.”
I cried. She cried. She said, “Oh God, what have I done? I feel horrible, empty… I feel barren… Like a dead flower”
I cried. She cried. I stayed with her for a few minutes but needed some air. I went down and moved my illegally parked car. I parked away from the protesters in the parking lot. Then went back up. When they finally let her leave… We cried. We walked past the protesters. She could barely stand. She cried the whole way home. “Why didn’t I listen?”
“What was I thinking?” And on and on and on… The emotional pain was unbearable.

She was expressing her “legal rights”. She was expressing her “Womanly Rights”. She was a “modern woman”. Her life was about her. Not about the inconvenience of the “fertilized eggs” that were inside her. They weren’t babies yet. But it’s hard to keep my heart from breaking up each time I hear in the news that Kate Middleton, the Duchess of Cambridge, was carrying a baby. That’s right, a child, not a “a fertilized egg” as my children were. At last, a child is a child.
Those who support the legal killing of unborn human beings in the womb have used political language for decades, cloaking their morally indefensible position in innocuous-sounding terms.
Some say it is the men who want their partners to have abortions; they neglect many man who desperately want their children. These men may beg and plead, may fight for their children’s lives – but in the end. We have no say

Thanks to LiveAction for this story

Mr. President, if you bless killing 333000 people, no thank you..Matt Birk

8 06 2013

Mr. President, if you bless killing 333000 people, no thank you..Matt Birk

Retired Ravens center Matt Birk spoke out Thursday morning on Minnesota’s KFAN about his reason for declining an invitation from President Barack Obama to be at the White House during the team’s visit a day earlier.

Birk, a six-time Pro Bowler who was on the Ravens’ 2013 Super Bowl team, said he has “great respect for the office of the Presidency” but decided against going with the team on Wednesday as part of an annual NFL tradition for Super Bowl winners. Birk said he based his decision on a comment the president recently made in which he applauded Planned Parenthood, a leading health care provider of reproductive and sexual health:

“I wasn’t there. I would say this, I would say that I have great respect for the office of the Presidency but about five or six weeks ago, our president made a comment in a speech and he said, ‘God bless Planned Parenthood…’
Planned Parenthood performs about 330,000 abortions a year. I am Catholic, I am active in the Pro-Life movement and I just felt like I couldn’t deal with that. I couldn’t endorse that in any way…I’m very confused by [the President’s] statement. For God to bless a place where they’re ending 330,000 lives a year? I just chose not to attend.”
Obama spoke to Planned Parenthood at the end of April, saying the organization has “a president who’s going to be right there with you,” and then ended his speech with the comments that Birk took issue with.


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