Anti-Abortion Fanatics Should Be Pitied, Not Killed

...is what I told myself today when I had the unusual experience of being visually and emotionally assaulted by images of aborted fetuses whilst driving into the little town of Rolling Meadows, on my way to run errands and do volunteer work. When I first pulled onto the main road I saw a man with a placard which read: "Graphic Pictures Of Aborted Fetuses Ahead." I then made the turn and looked ahead...to a bunch of jammed up traffic. As I jogged the 'stang around the car jam, I saw two more placards, with a bunch of bloody stuff and what looked like a fetus. My impulse? To run the first motherfucker with a dead baby placard over with my car. (Factoid: the "full-term" fetuses are not pics from abortions; they are from miscarriages; fetuses do not look like baby dolls if they've been an aborted in the third trimester.) My second thought was to bring the Mustang to a screeching stop inches from the guy and get out, walk up to him, declare myself a murderer (I had an abortion in 1984) and tell him that I'm not adverse to killing again, all the while never severing eye contact with him. One less anti-abortion fanatic in the world. People that go this far to assault the senses/emotions of other human beings are sick twists. Unfortunately had I run over the person, I'd belong in that group, too. Instead, I'm going to my first political meeting on Sunday, which just happens to be hosted by NOW. I think I'll sign up as a card-carrying pro-choice person as until now, I've been searching for the local NOW chapter with no luck. I had been wavering about the meeting, the purpose of which is to screen "Outfoxed," a film that purports to uncover FOX new's (owned by the infamous Rupert Murdock) strong Republican bias. (I say purports, 'cause FOX News being horribly biased is really not any kind of new discovery.) My family and I were supposed to have been camping all weekend with my husband's extended family, but he's not feeling well of late (exhaustion has a good deal to do with it). Tonight we agreed to say f**k it with the camping and despised hiking. Yay! Wonder if the classless freaks of nature waving colour posters of dead babies know that it only reinforced my desire to follow through and join NOW? Heh.