Our Country Is Infested With Monsters

This passage from The Grapes Of Wrath* came to mind last week, the memory awoken by the news about Planned Parenthood: From Chapter 15, somewhere along Route 66. "The big cars on the highway. Languid, heat-raddled ladies, small nucleuses about whom revolve a thousand accouterments: creams, ointments to grease themselves, coloring matter in phials-black, pink, red, white, green, silver-to change the color of hair, eyes, lips, nails, brows, lashes, lids. Oils, seeds, and pills to make the bowels move. A bag of bottles, syringes, pills, powders, fluids, jellies to make their sexual intercourse safe, odorless, and unproductive. And this apart from clothes. What a hell of a nuisance!"

In just a few decades children went from being an undesirable nuisance to a non-viable tissue mass to be torn out of its mother, to a commodity to be parted out and sold as if it was livestock.  Has our nation lost its fear of God and His judgment? "You created every part of me; you put me together in my mother's womb." Psalm 139, verse 13.

*The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck, copyright 1939, renewed 1966 by John Steinbeck.