So, I was reading through one of my good friend's blogger deallies, and... well, stumbled across this, which I found very interesting, breath-taking in its telling. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say, what Naomi is describing. I luv ya hun, keep up the good work.

So, today, at the intersection that is roughly more, or less than, a block from the gas station I work at, a group of people demonstrated about abortion. Now, I know things like this happen daily in other areas, other states and other countries, but rarely do they happen in Mauriceville, TX. Thats not the issue though. It was -how- they demonstrated. Jessica and I were completely unaware, until a customer came into the store, flustered and upset. She proceeded to inform us, they had a huge sign down at the intersection, twice as large as a door(We could see it clearly from our parking lot) of an aborted fetus, to get their message more fully across. Now, before I continue, for those of you who haven't been subjected to knowledge of abortion, an aborted fetus does not look like a normal baby. It's a dead baby, and mangled, and torn, and broken by the method they use for abortion. It's a horrible sight to go along with a horrible ordeal and a very tramatic and awful choice. They were displaying a picture of the results of having to make said choice for all the public to see. So, moving on...

They have this awful, detailed sign out there and people were going to, and coming from, fourth of July events, children in tow. People came in our store upset, angry, because some children saw the sign and asked, their parents put in the position of explaining such a horrible thing. Some kids recognized it was a baby, and got so upset they cried. Woman of all ages came in, some very obviously teary eyed, others with a sort of wide eyed, glazed, and horrified look. Did it OCCUR to these people what they were doing? Children should not have to know, or see something like that. It should be something they're sheltered from for a very, very long time. It isn't a fact of life, it's a personal choice, made in the privacy of ones life. Not something to be displayed on public corners. Did they think of the women, the girls, the teenagers who had to make that choice? Yes, there are women who exist who use abortion like they use facial cream. But if you got right down to the percentages, I bet they're a very, very, very small portion. If I have to, I'll dig up the fucking figureds. The rest have to make the choice based upon their health, they can have a baby and die, or they can give the baby up and live, staying behind to take care of the family they have -now-. Think of the little girls, ages seven and older. Girls can get their period much, much younger now, and as soon as they can get their period, medically, they are able to get pregnant. But bodily, mentally, emotionally, they're so far from being ready for a child it would kill them. Think of these little girls, raped, molested, forced by people older then them. Should they have an abortion? Or the teenager girls, who had to make the choice. I can put myself in that position, applying the idea of rape, or a mistake, and honestly, I can't tell you what I would, or wouldn't do. All I know is, I'd be terrified. Take all these women, having experienced abortion for different reasons. Now shove a huge billboard sign in their face and scream at them that they're a murderer, a whore, a sinner, etch the picture of what their c hild may, might've, or did look like, remind them of those agonizing moments in which they had to make a choice between life and death for something inside them. Then I'd like to see you tell me, after you see the horror, the dull eyed shock, the pain, unexplainable to anybody who hasn't experienced it, and still tell me they deserved such, that you aren't more of a monster then you claim they are. To do such is to announce to the whole you are a cold-hearted, insinsitive jackass who can't comprehend something like human emotion, can't comprehend the concept of being non-judgemental. Of butting your fucking nose out of other peoples business. Yeah, you go on and tell me that.

Yeah, it makes me angry.

Anyways, but there is another aspect to that, that directly affects me. More then likely, those people were zealous christian's, belonging to some church that leaves no room for circumstance and only sees black and white, not the thousands of shades of gray there can be. And they display what they are, and lend the rest of us, who aren't zealous idiots, blind and cruel, the same reputation. Jessica is catholic, and the catholic church is unarguably against abortion. But she would never judge someone, she would never push their choice in their face, considering them lower then herself for something that had, and has, and never will have, anything to do with her. Just...the point is, it's only for God to judge people. Not us. The bible SAYS so. You ignore the bible, people? Things happen, circumstances change the perspective of every choice their is. God knows the kind of world we live in, and since God is so much more intelligent then us, I'm betting he makes all sorts of allowances for the human race. This is why I don't attach myself to religion. Religion is man's creation. It's rules and regluations, and trappings and profit and....to put it more simply, religion is just another set of politics. I don't care what church you're in, the deacon's, elders, Pastor's, it's all politics. I've seen first hand for pretty much the first half of my life what church is like. I don't want any part of it. I'm a christian, I believe, and love God. I've got a great relationship with him, but to have that does not mean I have to attend someones church and bend myself to their rules, which half the time are idiotic, unrealistic and arrogantly pious and shrewish. I hate religion. I love God. God and religion are two distinctive things.


Anyways, end result to the entire thing, we called the cops on them, they were politely, if firmly removed. And the whole ordeal has inspired me. I don't really know why, but I always keep my mouth shut, not really purposefully, or consciously, but just because it n ever occurs to me, it never does until someone throws it in my face, inadvertently, or on purpose. But it's been thrown in my face, and for now, it'll only be displayed in rants and me joining little organizations and slapping their graphics on here for all to see, but if it persists in Mauriceville, there will be more said and done. I'm not gonna sit by idly. I guess it's finally hit close enough to hope, I'm waking up. Once woken up, I can't be quiet.