Yesterday marked yet another dark day in this country’s history. By treachery and treason, a pro-abort clique decided to honour this country’s most notorious mass murderer, Henry Morgentaler.
Most people didn’t know. And most of them simply don’t care.
I went to Parliament Hill yesterday to meet up with the 4MyCanada group who were there to convince the Governor General not to award the Order of Canada to Canada’s arch-abortionist. They never made it. Security stopped them from exercising their democratic rights. This is what the kids had to say about it:
Our team gathered on Parliament Hill with some signs that we felt would impart our message to the Governor General. For no obvious reason the Hill security was quite assertive (if not aggressive) with us, refusing to let our team raise signs anywhere near the Governor General’s proximity. The intimidation of the on-hill security was quite surprising considering we were very peaceful, everyone around us agreed with us and we live in a nation that is supposed to pride itself in free speech.
But I was there and so was my wife and four daughters. We waited for the Prime Minister and the Governor General. We prayed for our country, for the unborn, and even for our enemies. Then we left. I don’t know if many other people showed up for that purpose yesterday, but we were there on Parliament Hill among the generally clueless, even though we didn’t want to be.
I’m tired of fighting.
I’m tired of trying to convince people that they are killing their own future and their own freedoms.
I’m tired of trying to argue with people who can see the truth of what abortion is with their own eyes, but refuse to change their hearts on the most vicious and heinous act imaginable.
I’m tired of the ambivalent fools who believe that abortion is not their business.
I’m tired of the spineless politicians who punt the issue of abortion like it’s a political football not to be caught.
I’m tired of the pro-abort cliques that really run this country.
I’m tired of fighting the lethargy and gross negligence in my own church and the bishops who treat abortion like an academic question. I am tired of trying to convince the bishops to repent and to acknowledge their own significant role in this holocaust when they told us that we could contracept in good conscience.
I’m tired of the majority of my own parish church voting against me (and previous pro-life politicians), the only pro-life candidate on the ballot, even when I put up a sign to remind them of why they are going to church in the first place.
I’m tired of arguing with my own family about the importance of sacrificing for what’s right.
I’m so tired of the people who know what’s going on but are powerless to do anything about it.
I’m tired of spending too much time away from my own children with nothing to show for it.
I’m tired of people not giving a damn.
I’m tired of telling people in my own camp what needs to be done, and have it go through one ear and out the other.
I’m tired of evil always winning.
I’m tired of the unborn child being ripped apart in the womb over 275 times a day in this country, and not being able to do anything about it.