Emmett Till !?

I may be the most miniscule, microscopically insignificant little glob of human stem cells you'll ever meet, but I have been around quite a lot longer than the usual 40 week pregnacy... say, maybe 51 years longer.

So, how is it that I have NEVER NEVER, EVER EVER seen this image of Emmet Till??

I NEVER KNEW HIS FACE WAS THE FACE THAT LAUNCHED THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT.  Thanks to a Focus On The Family Broadcast last 24January, 2013,  I know it now.

You learn something new every day.

If I think of it, I'll tell the BertNernie bandaid story next time. It has been a fornight, and I did promise... but Mr. Till's visage is such a matter of moral suasion, that I just have to stop everything and think for a long moment.  If the injustice of his death launched a movement that changed the course of a nation, why is the well documented fact of dead and dismembered victims of abortion not bringing about the same?

I'm going to ponder this. When I am through, I'll talk bandaids on wood floors.

.FORTY.

I think this LifeSizedCapture captures the thought of the moment.

The state of the Pro-Life Movement, circa 2013.

Forty years of RoeWade ticks by on January 22, 2013. Forty.

Do only the Fickers and AnnFran and the Masons work this public perception problem? And Diane D? Such tiny handfuls of frontline stalwarts dotting the map. OH yes. And the Cielnickys. And Dr. Don. People who put their actual lives and families out in front in the wet and rain and storms of bad press ridicule.

Believe a new tack is in order. Or I'm not an expert roachWrangler.

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When I've emerged from a fortnight of Forty-Years-of-RoeWade-Trauma coma, I'll post a nice story about how one tiny zygote wrangled a roach with a bandaid.  I promise it's not photo-shopped. I can't even buy PhotoShop, 'cuz Adobe is a ProAbort company. (Well, OK, I did once, but I installed it on someone else's laptop.  And after trying to crop someone, i gave up. It was too hard.)


For now,
I go. To cry. And mourn.

Massacred Children

I hate it when people don't get how wrong child massacre is.

I'm trying to cope, but it's hard on my tender Zygote sized heart.

Maybe someday, when I'm born, I'll understand?

COULD'A TOLD YA,,,

When her candidate loses, a somber zygote MUST go shopping.
This? Well! Just HAD to have it.

Zygote feels like boasting when she recalls her certainty over Mr. Romney's biggest mistake. Being but a Little BigBaby, she is about to give in to that urge.

Mr. Romney chose Paul Ryan for his running mate instead of Condi Rice, or that Cuban guy from FL... uh, OhYeah.  Marco Rubio.  He could'a, but he didn't. Well, the day he announced Ryan, something churned in my TUM like a bad case of baby reflux.

He's done, I said to my weeish Zygote self.

Not like I have anything against Mr. Ryan (tho it's Jim & Ned Ryun who have made bigger, better principled waves), but...

... two thin slices of white Wonder Bread 

a winning Presidential Race do not make. 

My ELECTION DAY EARS are BURNING

"There is no worse tyranny than anarchy... It's the vacuum of power that creates the greatest tyranny."

- - - Chuck Colson

(AnarchyPersonified and devoted OBAMAphyte:
Erwin Chemerinsky, UC Irvine)

Baby AmZyg here. What's Up?

What I just heard Erwin Chemerinsky say made me fall off my Zygote chair. 

He's the "Founding Law School Dean" at the once sane and conservative UC Irvine. (POOR UCI.  No longer sane. No longer conservative!)

He was radio interviewed a few days ago on KPCC, I think,  

when he said that, faced with an unwanted pregnancy, women don't need to bother with the SCIENCE OF WHEN LIFE BEGINS. He insisted women could make up their own minds for themselves when life begins. . .

. . . that the question is a moral one, not a scientific one AND THAT MORALS VARY from one person to the next; that, when it came to questions of the "viability of an unborn child," what was alive and living for one woman could be unalive and unliving for another woman!

He said this. He really, actually said this.

!!!   ???   !!!   ???   !!!

I'll be sure and remember that, Mr. C, when it's my turn to start driving in sixteen years.  If my driver's ed instructor freaks out because I won't slow down for random stuff like stop signs and red lights, I'll just give him Mr. C's number at UC Irvine; tell him to COMPLAIN to Mr. C's law department if he has any problem with my moral choices.

"I can make up my own mind about moral issues, and I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE, FOR ME, RED LIGHTS ARE FAIR OR CIVIL OR, REALLY, EVEN NECESSARY, SO I WON'T STOP FOR THEM.

That's my truth. I just FEEL it within.

That's what's TRUE FOR ME."

MY truth.

My very own PERSONAL truth.

How FUN.

And how cool?

Think of possibilities for my awesome future on planet Life.  Maybe I can kill people who offend me, because Mr. Chemerinsky said. That is, if my Mom's personal truth doesn't kill me first.

Oh, man.

Let the UC Irvine Wild Lawsuit Rumpus begin.

GOOD GUY: John Eastman, Chapman University.  

I liked the OTHER guy interviewed that day.  John Eastman at Chapman U School of Law.  A sane alternative.

[HeavyDeepLungful of en-utero SIGHingness.] 

If every Obama/Feinstein/Lowenthal voter knew how approaching collapse her world is, her opinions might veer slightly closer to reality than to Mr. Chemerinsky's You-Can-Have-It-All narcissism.

!I keep having to hold my breath for everything... 

@#$%^~!

 (Sorry. Whose ears are burning now?)

"I'm Diane Feinstein, and I Approved This..."

The incumbent Senator is a dinosaur. Somehow, she imagines she scores points with the electorate by proclaiming the tired old adage...

"... and I'll always support the right to choose."

Give me a break, Diane.

Do you think I don't know?

Do you think we zygote voters (too small to waddle into a voting booth, but not too small to use our very alive, very intelligent little brain waves), do you think we don't jump in with our own voice-over when we hear your radio or TV ads that tottle your election wares?  *


"...you'll always support our right..."


                "...you'll always support our right to..."

"...you'll always support our right to choose...

...to kill our own children."

We can finish that sentence for you, Ms. F. We're not stupid.

I wouldn't want to be born if I thought the electorate, 

who hear Diane Feinstein evoke 

the false "right" to kill 

an innocent human baby,

can't figure out

that what she's really selling is

wholesale cultural suicide. 

And the death of me and all my accidental brethren.

I think people are smarter than that.  

At least I HOPE so, 

anyway.

( * I know, you think the word should be "touting," but that's a grown up word, and the candidate conjures up more of a toddler image, like a wee one who follows after whomever's in charge, you see.)

Drill, Romney, Drill, 2012

IF I HEAR SOMEONE SAY "LET ME BE PERFECTLY CLEAR" one more time, why, I'm gonna grab the nearest shoe and hurl it...

Random X-O image, Orange County, CA 

Why anyone would sign up for a presidential campaign is a mystery of Zygotish proportions. People who survive a contest that is 10 parts WWF, 10 parts GEEK, and 80 parts beauty contest have earned my undying fascination and unmitigated disrespect.  So, today, in spite of my torpid spiral into depression over a property dispute with L.A. County, I keep pouring out prayer for some kind of conservative traction to find favor with the God of the universe in whom everything lives and moves and has its being ( - ness. beingness. Beingness?), and while He's at it, to find favor with the middle-of-the road California voter.

As I spun thru town today [ well of course this Zygote has a tricycle license, how else do you think she achieved the heights of her third grade educational prowess? ], slowly turning corners in an 18 year old clunker with KUSC softly blaring out rolled down tricycle windows, I pondered my own obscene contradiction in beingness: one minute, a profane, foul mouthed sinner, and the next, sputtering out prayers for public figures.

( well,

my ZYGOTE life dOEs depend on them... So, I was humbled that, lacking character myself, I cannot throw stones at the shallow dearth of candidates fronted by the Party of Pro-Life, the Republicans.)

Once a pro abortion governor, now a pro-life wannabe, candidate Romney's inconsistencies are far too complex for my tiny Zygote brain to wrap around.  But as I balleted my three wheeled smog boat past a weedy patch of meridian succulents, I had A Most Brilliant Idea for the Romney campaign to extricate itself from rumors that he has never filthied his fingernails. 

In the spirit of teaching those Dems just who it is that cares more than they, you get twelve Chevy truckloads of high school and college students wearing Cal-Trans Orange tee shirts with giant Republican Elephants on their backs so there's no mistaking just who these hard working, public welfare minded darlings are, and you flashmob all the littered weed patches and roadsides where frequent voters are known to congregate (and ballet their own Pious Priuses past), and let the world know that conservative SUPPORTERS ARE NOT AFRAID OF HARD WORK, NOT AFRAID OF WEEDS AND LITTER, NOT AFRAID TO SERVE HUMANITY IN SELFLESS, VOTE-GETTING FASHION, AND SURELY NOT AFRAID to reveal how obsessive-compulsive-thinking can translate into stooping over roadside weed patches and litter strewn vacant lots. 

When the errand running public sees these roving bands of neon shirted Republican servants rolling up sleeves for humanity, OH, what a dent could be made in vote totals for the overly suave, golf crazed, "perfectly clear" incumbent: Obama would finally be outed as the privileged country club primadonna that he is, and Romney, or whomever takes his place, would be seen as the slack jawed, muscular man of the people. Photo ops of Romney himself, drilling off the CA coast in hard hat and oil spattered gear would go far, but only if he can stanch the holes he's drilled in voter perceptions of the Republican Party with their smooth talking, snake-like double-dealing charm.

If only I had a megaphone and a tiny zygote stool to stand on. "are we CLear, are we CLEAR, ARE WE CL E A RR?"