young—and—full-of-running: Gus, don’t be a silly goose. Gus, don’t be a crazy hooligan. Gus, don’t be a rabid porcupine. Gus, don’t be a giant snapping turtle. Gus, don’t be an incorrigible Eskimo pie with a caramel ribbon. Gus, don’t be a myopic chihuahua. Gus, don’t be William Zabka from “Back To School”. Gus, don’t be this crevice in my arm. Gus, don’t be a traveling...
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when a child is aborted,
that child is not sad. that child is not angry. that child is not wondering what kind of life he could have lived. that child does not think, “Mother, why did you not love me?” that child is not thinking at all. the only people it immediately affects, are the parents. it’s their decision, no one else’s. not the government. not yours. and not your God’s.