Public Opinion: A Pro-Choice (or Pro-Abortion) Running Mate for John McCain?

running mate

My husband and myself feel Romney would make agood running mate.

ABORTION

I am telling you now that a large number of conservatives who are appauled by abortion will not show up to vote either way, if McCain chooses a pro-abortion running mate.This is such a crucial issue for so many that this would be a certain loss for John Mccain, no question,why?because the conservative voting block of pro-life voters will jump ship from the party that claims to be pro-life and will not choose any ship to come aboard.

DISCOURSE ON ABORTION:

Discourse on Abortion: Extract from: “Song of the Storm Winds”, by Ivan Erickson: Please visit my website at www.ivan-erickson.com to read and comment on my religious discourses, and to order my novel via direct links to amazon.com: Father Madigan, fictional president of the Univ. of Notre Dame is speaking to a group of friends in South Bend regarding the beloved spirit of an aborted baby that had appeared to him one night:

“Once, in a dreamlike state of my meditation, the spirit of one of these precious souls appeared to me and spoke thus to my spirit:

‘In horror, anguish and in the silent screams of my soul, I was removed from my mommy’s womb… prior to the time that I had been designated to be born! Since that tormenting moment, my wailing cries, unheard by mankind, have joined the chorus of countless others like myself, who rail in anguish all of our days and nights without end. I wail in anguish for the same reason that the others do – because I am in darkness, whether you on earth are experiencing day or night and because I am unloved.

I cry out to my mother and my father over and over again, asking them to tell me why they did not want me! How could they not want me, when they did not even know me? But my question goes unanswered and the darkness of confusion continues to enshroud my poor soul, days and nights without end. Myriads of others like me continue to ask – "why?" I myself am overflowing with a love, which I was destined to give to my parents, all the days of their lives – till they were laid to rest, till they were in this world never more.

I wail in the darkness, because I was never allowed to see the light of day. I will never nurse at my mother’s breast, or sit in her lap, or be in her arms, or feel her kisses on my face – as I so long to experience. I will never learn to walk, to talk and to tell my parents how much I love them – with hugs, kisses and words all the days of my sojourn on earth.

Before I was removed from my mother’s womb… I thought that I was going to be a very special person – someone unique – to bring joy and happiness into my parents' lives, to light up their whole day with my smile. I have special talents, which would have made them both so very proud of me, you see.

I cry out in anguish for the brothers and the sisters that I never had the chance to get to know – the brothers and sisters with whom I would have grown up and shared in their play, their joys and their sorrows – the brothers and the sisters that I never had the chance to show my love and to experience their love – all the days of our lives without end. I cry out in anguish for all the little friends whom I will never have – whom I was to play with, to share with, to grow up with and to love and be loved by – all the days without end.

I cry out in anguish, loneliness and despair because I will never experience falling in love and marrying that special person whom God had created to be my mate, for the children that I never will have, for the grandchildren that I will never have, for my children’s-children’s-children that I will never have, even to the thousandth generation – 'til the end of time. Even in heaven, I will be heartbroken still, because I will not have the children or the descendants that I might have had, to take into my arms, to love and cherish for all eternity without end and forevermore.

And so, good Reverend Madigan, whose tears, love and kindness I have felt, though I cannot see you… that is why I and other poor babies like me cry out in anguish, loneliness and despair all our days and nights without end. We are in anguish and we rail in our loneliness, despair and sadness because we have all this love within us to give, but no one to bestow our love upon. We are in anguish, because we ourselves are unloved all of our days and nights under the darkness of the sun. I repeat, our days and nights are the same, because all is darkness to us! We do not understand. We do not know why we are unloved. We were never given the chance to show our mommies and our daddies how very special and precious God has created us to be.

So, now, in our loneliness, we will continue to cry out in the darkness, in despair – now and forever – until Jesus Christ returns at the end of time. For it is in Jesus whom all of us poor babies will be Resurrected and carried by Him into heaven, where we will live in the love and the light of the Blessed Trinity – for all eternity without end.

What am I to say to my mother and father, when I meet them face-to-face in the hereafter, Reverend Madigan? I think that I will take each of them in my arms, kiss them and hug them and tell them that I still love them – and that I will love them… throughout all eternity… and forevermore.’

The precious little spirit then disappeared, as I meditated in a dreamlike state and I have not seen it since,” Father Madigan related. “But sometimes in my meditations late at night, in the innermost recesses of my private chambers – where not even the light of the moon or the stars can penetrate, where the only light is that which comes from within me – I can still feel its precious presence and hear its lonely wails, which join in a chorus with myriads of other aborted babies, like the faraway music of the spheres, as they cry out in the darkness for the love and the life that they have been denied for all their… lonely nights… without end.”