I am a Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust. 1/3 of my generation is gone and I will not turn my back on this tragedy. I have taken up my cross and joined the front lines of the Abortion Wars.
I will mourn the lost of 56+ million babies, I will grieve over the death of baby Isaiah, I will fight for the inherent right to life, for women to stop being treated as sex objects and for the post-abortive mothers and fathers who suffer in silence, and lastly pray for the end of abortion.
"I am a Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust.”
Are you a Jew, homosexual, disabled person, Roma, Jehovah’s Witness, born into 1940 Germany? No? Then you are not a survivor of the Holocaust.
"1/3 of my generation is gone and I will not turn my back on this tragedy."
Yeah, and one third of ‘your generation’ lives in poverty, is hungry, needs medical care, is being abused, and needs support yet you weep over the ‘injustice’ of abortion.
"I have taken up my cross and joined the front lines of the Abortion Wars."
You are not Jesus. You are not a hero. You are a person sitting behind a little screen crying over some fertilized eggs.
"I will mourn the lost of 56+ million babies,"
Mourn the loss of the BILLIONS of babies who will die from hunger. Or who will die TONIGHT because of lack of health services. Mourn the loss of the MILLIONS of little girls who will die by suicide, in childbirth, or by the hands of their husbands because they are child-brides. Fetuses do not need you, real, living little kids need you.
"I will grieve over the death of baby Isaiah, I will fight for the inherent right to life,"
Sorry to break it to ya, but there isn’t an ‘inherent right to life.’ If there was, war, poverty, lack of healthcare, and the death penalty wouldn’t be around.
"for women to stop being treated as sex objects"
The first step of this is to stop seeing us as objects to carry a pregnancy. If we don’t want to be pregnant, we don’t want to be fucking pregnant and there is NOTHING you can say that will stop that.
"and for the post-abortive mothers and fathers who suffer in silence,"
Or you can just support them, no need to ‘fight’ anyone. People who regret their abortion need, first and foremost, people like you to shut the fuck up about ‘abortion is evil!’ ‘abortion kills a baby!’ because THAT is what causes the stigma. THAT makes people suffer. Second, they need people who will LISTEN without judgement. They need people who will SUPPORT how they feel, even if they are HAPPY about their abortion.
"and lastly pray for the end of abortion."
Good. Keep praying. Because everyone knows praying gets shit done.
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If your blog is pro-Crystal too, please reblog.
I need more positive SMC blogs on my dash.
You love Sailor Moon Crystal, quirks and all.
You know there are flaws but you love it anyway.
You post positive things about the anime.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
The STORY THOUGH.
I’d like to correct this:
“God, send us someone to cure AIDS, cancer, etc., etc.”
“I did, but you gave them a substandard education because they lived in an area with poor funding due to low property taxes.
I did, but you let them die because they couldn’t afford healthcare.
I did, but due to racism you stomped out their potential and didn’t give them the same opportunities.
I did, but you make a college education too unaffordable while giving the big bankers passes.
I did, but you saw a homeless youth before you saw a kid with potential.
I did, but you kicked the downtrodden while they were already shoulder deep in sinking sand.”
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I did, but you forced her to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term, forcing her to become a single mother with limited income, having to sacrifice her college dreams in order to provide for her unwanted child.
fucking BOOM ^
bless the god damn comments on this post.
Throwback Thursday (I know it’s late but it’s still today for another couple hours)! This one is called Universe Dream. This is based on my understanding of the creation of the universe when I was a child. It still speaks to me even now. :) What do you see? See HD version over here: http://feebyneko.deviantart.com/art/Day-7-Universe-Dream-425322912 Via Facebook
FINISHED! :D Took a little longer than planned but all the best things do. You can see a higher quality version over here: http://feebyneko.deviantart.com/art/Stray-Selfie-484860644
This is another one of my more ‘different’ works. It’s closer to my original style than a lot of what I do for show. I’ll leave you to take whatever meaning you will from this but for me I think to myself when did we all become stray cats? Seeking attention and fearing it all in the same turn. We use distanced means of connecting to each other, thrive on it; social networking, selfies, collecting likes. It’s an adrenalin and serotonin rush when those digital numbers go up. It just makes me wonder how very much we’ve all been hurt to prefer that to real affection, to seek it out and shut out the rest of the world?
I’d love to know what you see when you look at this. What symbolism does it bring to your mind?
Will this be going into my store? Yes.
Tools: Sai, Wacom Via Facebook