Well, my Lent is off to a terrific start

Remember how I mentioned the other day that Lent usually finds you?  Well, it did.

Tallest Son has a friend - a warm, funny, talented young lady, with a flair for style and a passion for art - who is also quite vocally pro-abortion.  She often posts things on Facebook that support her stance.  It appears that she has a number of friends who share her position on this topic.

Last night - Ash Wednesday - she posted a "hurray, the Senate voted to continue funding for Planned Parenthood, time to party".  Ahem. 

At least one of her friends supported her "party" attitude.  And that made me sad.  And mad.  So, in true can't-shut-my-big-Irish-mouth fashion, and in defense of women everyhwere, I posted:  "It isn't much of a party for the victims of sexual molestation, human trafficking and abuse.  Clearly, Planned Parenthood isn't interested in helping them."

Her reaction was to remove my post, and then send me a message:  "Please stop posting hateful, anti-choice messages." 

With tremendous self-control, (and yeah, I'm probably breaking my arm patting myself on the back) I didn't respond.  But I am now.

Here we go:
Abortion is murder, and is evil.  Social justice begins in the womb.
Capital punishment is evil.  We can protect ourselves from criminals without killing them, and that type of "justice" belongs to God alone.
Marriage is for one man and one woman, primarily because that is the best environment for both the adults involved, but because it is the best environment for children.
I like Sarah Palin (I'm not sure I want her as President, but I would love to live next door to her - she's adorable!)
Public servants who refuse to do their jobs, or do their jobs in a painstakingly slow, who the hell are you to tell me what to do manner make me want to scream.  And punch things.  My inner bitch (which is not buried too deeply to begin with) comes out.
There is right and wrong, and it doesn't matter who you are, what circumstances you find yourself in, how old you are, or what your daddy did to you as a kid.  Right  and truth are absolute.
Hot dogs and oatmeal are evil.  I shudder and gag.  (Yes, I realize these are not social justice issues, but they are a big deal to me.)

I truly don't believe I am hateful.  I know many of you who read this blog on a regular basis don't agree with me.  I hope that I've never been hateful to you in expressing my views, but I'm gonna keep on saying it.  I believe civil discourse is possible, but I'm also willing to take my lumps.

It is Lent, after all.

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