The ash heap of history recieved another resident today, and all I can think of are all the butchered babies with federal blessing, and the children who would have had grandchildren by now. They were Sacrificed on the alter of Moloch, but that’s not what these mothers called it. No, it was renamed career or bad timing, inconvenience, or something other than what it actually was. People will say we should not judge,but does that mean that we aren’t allowed to understand the consequences on our country of the last five decades of abortion on demand? In the end, all I see that has changed is that the mass killing of Americans will no longer be with federal approval. It is now back where it should have always been, in each states hands, to legislate as each state sees fit. This is another example of a dividing line, and I challenge anyone on my side of that line to show me a proper path to compromise. I am certain that those on the other side of this line are not interested in anything other than our surrender. I have no desire to give an inch because I see this as a spiritual matter that I will someday give an account for. I don’t believe that any movement from the wrong side of history has ever went joyfully to the grave, and this battle is far from over in their minds. Evil is like that, but today feels like a great victory for the unborn. There is so much to say, but for today I will rejoice.

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