Open Letter to the Pro-Choice Woman Brooke McGowan
Dear American Free Woman,
Any chance you Still call yourself Pro-Choice? Of course you, American free woman, have the right to choose.
You can choose to align yourself with those who, in addition to demanding the ripping of a baby into pieces, eerily chant “Hail Satan,” send their children into rallies brandishing coat hangers, and the crème de la crème, carry on their persons what is considered vile and untouchable refuse.
IN THEIR PURSES!!! Today the Texas capitol police confiscated jars and bags of urine, feces, and used tampons from the pro-abortion crowd at the gallery. Ew. Presumably to be thrown onto the assembly after the vote. Double Ew.
Let me ask you this, American free woman, Do you stand shoulder to shoulder with Patty from Planned Parenthood with a Pocket full of Poop?
Or how about Nancy from NARAL and her nasty used bloodbomb in her hands? Are these people FOR REAL?
Yet, sadly, they are for real and they mean business. Their absurd attempts to be heard are WORKING!!! We HEAR YOU!!
Wanna know what we hear? We hear how distasteful, disgusting and self-degrading it is to now be what you call a pro-choice warrior. Not only that, the once normal American woman, who finds herself in a predicament and faced with the dilemma of what now to do, has to associate herself with this category in order to go through with the abortion.
(Do they teach this stuff at Planned Parenthood? Better yet, does every successful abortion come with a free bag of poop? Or a piss-jar? Piss, the choice of a generation that slaughters and discards the Next Generation).
What would you have without this freedom? Maybe the ability to hold your chin high. You have the right to leave whatever legacy you want to your children. Then again, your children never had a chance to live. Left with snipped spinal cords on the butchery table of ghastly Gosnell gyno-toxologists, your children never had a chance to see just what a mess you’ve made of your freedom.
You seriously can’t make this stuff up. The antics of the left these last few weeks have only helped the position of LIFE, Love and the Pursuit of true happiness – for what real happiness comes with feces in the purse? Or a blood stick in the pocket? Mental health has come to the forefront in the national debate – maybe it ought to start with you.
Sincerely, Brooke McGowan, Pro-CHILD Project Manager, The Black Sphere
