From: ali@utrc.utc.com (ALI BABA)
Subject: DIARY OF AN UNBORN CHILD
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Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 05:44:00 GMT

Today is the 20th anniversary of Roe V. Wade. On this day 20 years ago our 
supreme court made a shameful discision based on our sociological and 
situational law system which brought shame to our nation and made it clear for 
all mankind to see that law which is not based on god's law is absolutely 
worthless and it will only bring forth results which are not only barbaric, 
relativistic and wrong but produce chaos and disaster in society and will never 
protect the right of the helpless and voiceless people of society. Today is a 
day of mourning for our nation.

  Today is a day to stand up and speak for these innocent oppressed ones.  It 
is a time for the voice of the voiceless to be heard, a time for the one whose 
cry isn't heard to be heard, a time for the defense of our most defenseless of 
all to be recognized, a time to respect the dignity and birth of every human 
and Yes the most innocent and helpless of all: a precious baby.  Isn't it a 
disgrace that each and every one of you can speak for yourself and aren't 
each of you able to defend your rights and not let anything you don't 
particularly care for to happen to you?  Yes you can voice your opinion of 
anything and everything but how can a baby object to being mutilated and 
ripped to pieces and murdered when placed in the care of murderers.  You know 
people get so appalled, when they have been robbed or raped or done some 
injustice but by golly they at least have a chance to defend themselves or get 
the person arrested, but who is fighting for the freedom that these babies 
deserve.  What horrible crime have they committed that they deserve the death 
penalty?  If you think about our worst criminals sit on death row wasting our 
tax money and they don't even get put to death!  Isn't the life of a baby so 
much more valuable?  What has this country come to when a mother doesn't 
even have love for her own child.  In my opinion these people cannot be called 
human anymore.  The one who is really human is the one whose freedom and 
rights have been taken away and is looked upon as only a fetus. If people 
really want choice than why don't they start choosing not to start a life to 
begin with.  People have choice of birth control in the good old USA. This is 
all the result of democracy in the hands of the atheists and unbelievers. 
What a mockery, We are the people who condemn other nations about human right 
violations and treatment of women when rights in our own backyard stinks. We 
are the people who try to feed the Hungary children in other nations and at the 
same time running a butcher shop for the unborn one at home.
I don't know which one is more barbaric a 12 years old being killed for 
defending his country or a mother buttering her own flash and blood.

In loving memory of all the unborn who didn't receive a chance in our 
democratic society to be born and enjoy the life I will share with our ahaaly 
the bellow diary of an unborn child. Lets hope and pray that god brings justice 
to our nation one day.


                   DIARY OF AN UNBORN CHILD
OCTOBER 5- Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, I am as 
small as a seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I  
shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, 
even the fact that I shall love flowers.

OCTOBER 19- Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother 
exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly 
bread. My mother is. And I am.

OCTOBER 23- My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or 
so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be:
MAMA.

OCTOBER 25- My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on is shall 
gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after 
many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.

NOVEMBER 2- I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning 
to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will 
raise me to my mother's arms, before these little arms will be able to gather 
flowers and embrace my father.

NOVEMBER 12- Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how 
small they are! I'll be able to stroke my mother's hair with them.

NOVEMBER 20- It wasn't until today that the doctor told mom that I am living 
here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom?

NOVEMBER 25- My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. 
But they don't even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I 
am getting so big already.

DECEMBER 10- My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder 
what kind of hair mom has.

DECEMBER 13- I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom 
brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I 
want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?

DECEMBER 24- I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some 
children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. 
it beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll have a healthy little daughter,
mom!

DECEMBER 28- Today my  mother killed me.



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