On a report recently in the
Irish Independent regarding the abortion debate titled: ‘Masked abortion
protesters picket Taoiseach’s ( Irelands Prime Minister) house,' it seems pointless if you are going to
protest about anything that you do it anonymously. Archbishop Diarmuid martin
should speak to his flock in more stern language rather than rebuking them to refrain from just using “intemperate gestures and language.”
Plenty of vigour but no clarity or indeed caring when you start to send plastic foetuses and letters written in blood through anyones letter box, let alone the Prime Minister’s one. He gets it and got it before these sheep did their action. I feel inclined to be pro-life one way or the other.
It is fuelled by a wider more global view on the matter, not least by the dawning that in 2050 there will be 11 plus billion people on this planet facing ever diminishing resources and rising poverty; it is also strongly tempered by this cunundrum wrapped around a question: There was a girl named Ann Marie. She was a poverty stricken and sick bed ridden woman. The first 3 children that she bore from her equally ill and impoverished husband died in infancy. Her fourth child lived after which the cycle of death began again when another two children died. Then she became pregnant with her 7th child and it was all trouble again. This time she nearly died after yet another infection and the choice to abort seemed an obvious one or was it? She decided not to abort but had she done so then the world would have lost Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Barry Clifford
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