I will forever contend that this decision is the worst decision ever made by SCOTUS. The court stuck a knife in American Heritage and probably ended our nation.
This is very personal for me to share.
My biological mother was a stripper working at a club in downtown Seattle. My biological father was one of her clients. She became pregnant with me while struggling with addiction and used drugs throughout her pregnancy. When I was born, I was immediately taken to the ICU to detox and was eventually placed for adoption.
By God’s grace, I was adopted by two wonderful parents who loved me deeply. I was four months old when they picked me up from the orphanage, and they are the only parents I’ve ever known. I never grew up feeling like something was missing. I never felt some deep longing to find my biological parents. I had a mom and dad who loved me, cared for me, sacrificed for me, and gave me a wonderful home.
Years later, after I got married and we had our first child, my wife encouraged me to learn more about my biological history. If for no other reason, she thought it might be good for the sake of our daughter to know whether there was anything medically or genetically significant in my family history.
So I eventually submitted my DNA to Ancestry. Through that, I discovered a half brother, aunts, cousins, and eventually was put in contact with my biological mother.
We were able to meet.
And when I met her, I got to tell her something I’d wanted to tell her for as long as I could remember: thank you.
Thank you for giving me life.
I got to tell her about the wonderful parents who adopted me. I got to tell her that I’d had a good life. I got to tell her about my wife and my children. I wanted her to know that the baby she carried in the middle of all that chaos became a man with a family, a calling, people he loves, people who love him, and a life for which he is profoundly grateful.
I’ve never been angry with her. Never. Not once.
For years I told my wife and children that if my biological mother ever found me, I knew exactly what I would say. I wouldn’t condemn her. I wouldn’t demand explanations. I’d simply thank her for allowing me to live.
Because without that decision, I wouldn’t have the extraordinary wife I have today. I wouldn’t know the indescribable joy of my children. I wouldn’t have experienced the friendships, ministry, laughter, sorrow, beauty, failures, victories, and ordinary moments that have made up my life. There are people I love who wouldn’t know me, children who wouldn’t exist, and a story that never would’ve been written.
She gave me the chance to live it.
We still stay in contact. We speak every few months, and I genuinely enjoy hearing her stories and learning about her life. Since the day I met her, I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her to Himself. I still pray that.
I share all of this because lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about the choices parents make. About life and death. About how much hangs in the balance of decisions made in moments of fear, desperation, darkness, or confusion.
And yes, I’ve been thinking about those three little children whose lives were taken by the very person entrusted with protecting them. It’s difficult for me not to think about my own story alongside theirs. Their lives mattered. Their futures mattered. Everything they might’ve become, everyone they might’ve loved, every ordinary Tuesday morning and Christmas morning and wedding and child and friendship that might’ve filled the decades ahead of them mattered.
And it makes me profoundly grateful that my mother chose differently.
So if there’s a mother or father reading this who’s in a dark place and wondering whether your presence matters, whether your decisions matter, or whether the people who depend on you would somehow be better off without you, please hear me: your choices matter more than you can see from where you’re standing.
Choose life.
Don’t make an irreversible decision in the middle of a season that will pass. Don’t allow a moment of darkness to make a permanent decision about a future you can’t yet see.
Trust the Lord. Ask for help.
Got called antisemitic by Loomer and Levin for merely warning about this a year ago.
Israel support is down to 34% in the US, and they still haven't learned their lesson.
No, but I do come from John Endecott (or Endicott) of Massachusetts Bay Colony and John Finch, one of the founders of Wethersfield and Stamford Connecticut.
In 1632, John Finch was arrested for not having his firearm and missing militia drills (in later parlance, he was not "well regulated")
I wonder if Endecott was magistrate over Finch's sentencing. There were only eight magistrates.
It would be funny.
A recent Princeton study analyzed over 20 years of voting and polling data and found that American voters have a "near-zero, statistically insignificant impact on public policy."
So, if the US government doesn't represent the People, the obvious question becomes, "Does a political solution remain? Can we vote our way out of this, or is it too late already?"
Join me as I seek to answer that question: https://t.co/N2Gykx0d61
Make insulting incompetent, arrogant, alien customer service east Asians a common practice.
If you can't understand them perfectly, always demand speaking with someone who is intelligible.
I always sign off with a "we will end all H-1Bs and close every single Indian call center."
Intolerance is the only way, folks. We must make them afraid to come here.
People are missing the point entirely about the masked men in Dover. The purpose of the protest was not to inflict violence. It was to test the waters around new OPSEC.
English nationalists, as I predicted long ago, are slowly adopting the operational methods associated with Northern Irish Catholics and Protestants during the Troubles. At the moment, they are doing it in a piecemeal, amateurish and often cringe-worthy fashion. But that is what is happening.
They are doing this because they have given up on democracy and concluded that vigilantism and direct action are more effective routes to political change. They have also witnessed what happens to anti-migrant protesters with poor OPSEC: job losses, imprisonment and ostracism.
The Dover incident is therefore highly significant. It demonstrates that sections of the population have given up on democratic protest and are experimenting with clandestine methods of political mobilisation. That is laying the groundwork for more controversial and potentially dangerous forms of action in the future.
This is an observation about political behaviour, not an endorsement of it.
I know it was a rewrite, but this comes to mind.
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy—willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
@codeosaurus It's so easy for a city or state to create the appropriate buffer zones and maybe limit things to closed loop. But banning? That's unproductive.
Can't avoid the questions: Which human? And how do you measure cognitive ability? I don't need to ask why, when a politician does a thing, the reason is always money.