Written by Andrea Grimes for RH Reality Check. This diary is cross-posted; commenters wishing to engage directly with the author should do so at the original post.
I can't remember when or why I initially friended the American Life League on Facebook, but here they are
, popping up in my newsfeed periodically to tell me about the many and varied ways the premarital sex-having-sluts of America
are murdering their young en masse
, guided predominantly by the heathen-begloved hand of Planned Parenthood
, which gleefully holds secret abortion parties
behind closed doors.
Perhaps it's rude or callous of me to admit that part of the reason I haven't un-friended
the American Life League is because I find their posts somewhat funny. Or quaint? Even comforting? I can't put my finger on it--all I know is that I used to be a pro-life Republican
, myself, and there's something about the ALL Facebook page that's a little bit like going back and reading your diary from junior high, even the pages with the awful angsty poetry.
But mainly the reason I can't un-friend the American Life League is because I don't want to miss another opportunity to comment on their periodic What Would You Do?-style posts that ask followers what they might do, personally, if horrific things happened to them--horrific things like a doctor who performs abortions living in their neighborhood, or Planned Parenthood having a booth at the county fair. Truly, nightmares abound:
I've taken advantage of a couple of opportunities to add my two cents--I mean after all, they did ask.