Saturday, October 21, 2017


Of Haters
(by R.P.Edwards)

The haters
That they
Because these haters
That they hate
Don't hate
The things
They hate 

I didn't know I was a hater. But I guess I am. After all, the Southern Poverty Law Center has deemed the Value Voters Summit a hate group. And, as we all know, President Trump spoke at said summit a short while back. Well, I took a gander at the values of these value folk and, to my utter amazement (not really) it seems I align quite readily. For instance, they believe in traditional marriage, the sanctity of life, religious liberty, and limited government. And, as you might expect, Bible believing Christians and Jews (of which I am a part) naturally gravitate towards such positions. And this makes us haters? I do find this curious for, until fairly recently, these goals were shared by the many and most of all previous generations. And these are haters as well?

I will tell you what I do hate, however. I hate the formerly isolated bilge of the Universities now being force fed down our collective throats; not through the democratic process but by a judiciary that has abandoned its sacred place. I hate the putrid PC nonsense that ever spews from our betters in Hollywood and the media overlords which infects our everyday life, from the workplace to the kindergarten classroom. I hate the blatant disrespect and lack of recognition that our current foundation of collective ease is constructed and mortared and protected with the blood of patriots past and present; all of which are haters by the twisted definition. And, I hate, perhaps most of all, that the bearer of the truth--the church--is so slow to rise in order to chastise and correct, and frankly be the salt and light that their (our) divine mandate demands.

Perhaps I am a hater after all. Who will join me?


Saturday, October 7, 2017

H.R. 36 Pain-Capable Unborn Child Protection Act

Hope Clinic for Women, Granite City IL

(by R.P.Edwards)

It's Murdered Children
And nothing more

"It was an act of pure evil," so said President Trump concerning a murderer's machine-gun onslaught of innocent country music concert-goers in Las Vegas a week ago. Rightly so.

But then I pause to think: "Evil," these days (as always, I suppose) is subjective. Isis, the Islamic terrorist organization (who threw in their 2 cents) thought the gunman's actions were divine. To them killing "infidels" is a good thing. Also, a prominent liberal media type mentioned that most of the victims were most likely republican Trump supports (implying that it wasn't all that bad.) And, naturally, the anti-gun folk saw (see) the incident as a god-send to their "get rid of all firearms" cause.

But, for the vast WAS an act of pure evil.

And now ANOTHER story that also happened this past week, but never really made the headlines due the carnage of a more visible sort. I speak of H.R. 36, the Pain-Capable Unborn child Protection Act passed by the U.S. House of representatives; hopefully to end up eventually on the President's desk. What is in said act? Simply, since unborn children at twenty weeks and later can unquestionably "feel" pain, it's wrong to subject them to it: as in having their bodies ripped to pieces during an abortion. Exceptions include the life of the mother and pregnancies due to rape and incest. Indeed, knowing what we know now (ignorance no longer an option), doing ghastly things to innocent, feeling, pre-borns should also fall into the category of "pure evil." with Las Vegas, it does not.

Alas, the vote was almost exclusively along party lines. AND, if the party of Jefferson wants to be remembered for something other than being the supporters of infanticide, NOW is the time for contrary members to rise and be heard.



Sunday, October 1, 2017

Meany Heads!

(by R.P.Edwards)

Little scooters
Little feet
Child minds
And child speak
Yet wise enough
These winsome youth
Abortion kills
And that's the truth 

I thought they were attached to some of the regular sidewalk folk. Three young men--children of elementary age--riding their scooters about as the abortion clinic filled with beating hearts, soon to lose half.

However, these curious tots were NOT an add-on to a parent's zeal; no, they were just local residents up and about having fun in a non-electronic way (a novelty to be sure.) 

"Where are you from?" someone asked. 

"The other side of the viaduct. We're going to the park."

Well, before long this trio had the low-down as to the happenings at the slaughterhouse. They even saw one of those, "Oh, don't let children see that" signs that adults are so afraid of (you know, a graphic image that accurately depicts the doings in an abortion clinic). As a result they were duly disgusted and, with curious innocence they then tried to ride their wheels up to the entrance. They were summarily kicked off the property. 

"Meany heads!" was their pre-adolescent retort. And off they went, promising to revisit the place where children die at a later date. One was heard to say, "Better watch out, before they kill you."

Out of the mouth of babes.