Outrage and Weeping

From the Justice Department …

The murder of Doctor George Tiller is an abhorrent act of violence, and his family is in our thoughts and prayers at this tragic moment. Federal law enforcement is coordinating with local law enforcement officials in Kansas on the investigation of this crime, and I have directed the United States Marshals Service to offer protection to other appropriate people and facilities around the nation. The Department of Justice will work to bring the perpetrator of this crime to justice. As a precautionary measure, we will also take appropriate steps to help prevent any related acts of violence from occurring.

While supposedly decried by Operation Rescue (and their ilk), this needs to be recognized as a direct result of their hateful activities.  Apparently they maintained a “Tiller Watch” on their website – links to which have mysteriously disappeared since yesterday’s murder.  Here’s something that the alleged murderer (Scott Roeder) posted on Operation Rescue’s site back in 2007 … and one of their sick, sick, sick videos … which they touted as their “hot new video about Dr. Tiller” back in 2007.  Sick.

Reading this vituperation illustrates how prayer, in the hands of right wing control freaks is pretty much like a handgun.

Sick at heart, here … sick at heart.

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2 Responses to Outrage and Weeping

  1. JordanCornblog says:

    Alice – a perfect poem for this grotesquely sinful, sad and (at the same time) searingly beautiful June day. The shallow self righteousness of Randall Terry, who has the gall to talk about anyone’s soul, is something that I am working to let go of. Why harbor poison in my heart, when the blessed wind can blow such things away like the insubstantial, insipid bits of hate-filled drivel that they are. Deep breath. Onward!


  2. Alice says:

    A Rainy Country

    “Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux”

    The headlines and feature stories alike
    leak blood all over the breakfast table,
    the wounding of the world mingling
    with smells of bacon and bread.

    Small pains are merely anterooms for larger,
    and every shadow has a brother, just waiting.
    Even grace is sullied by ancient angers.
    I must remember it has always been like this:

    those Trojan women, learning their fates;
    the simple sharpness of the guillotine.
    A filigree of cruelty adorns every culture.
    I’ve thumbed through the pages of my life,

    longing for childhood whose failures
    were merely personal, for all
    the stations of love I passed through.
    Shadows and the shadow of shadows.

    I am like the queen of a rainy country,
    powerless and grown old. Another morning
    with its quaint obligations: newspaper,
    bacon grease, rattle of dishes and bones.

    Linda Pastan
    Queen of a Rainy Country


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