Friday, June 30, 2017

Dear Mommy, I'm Sorry

The Preamble of The United Nations Declaration on the Rights of the Child it recognizes, among other things,
"Bearing in mind that, as indicated in the Declaration of the Rights of the Child, “the child, by reason of his physical and mental immaturity, needs special safeguards and care, including appropriate legal protection, before as well as after birth"

Article 6 of the Declaration adds the following,
Article 6
1. States Parties recognize that every child has the inherent right to life."
Yet, many delegations and governments refuse to recognize the unborn child's right to legal representation or life. The preamble itself, states that the child in the womb is LIFE! Yes, life does indeed begin at the moment of conception. Delegations and governments refuse to affirm that every child has a right to protection and special care by the fact of the dignity with which he or she has been endowed by God, and that such protection is owed to the child before birth as well as after the child is born.

It is bewildering to think that many of those same delegations that refuse to recognize the human dignity of the unborn child claim to speak for the dignity of the oppressed, or those who suffer from discrimination. Such a selective, superficial or distorted recognition and understanding of human dignity is truly a denial of one of those social truths that should never be questioned or challenged.

Leftists around the world will fall all over each-other trying to get in front of a camera when children are being abused and neglected, after they are born. While those same leftists will protest loudly in the street for a woman's right to murder her unborn child.

What would an unborn child say to their mother after it was aborted? Here is an example of what a child might tell her mother. I suggest you break out a box of tissue, because if this doesn't hurt your heart, then you don't have one.

Dear Mommy, I'm Sorry

I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my chance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.

Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.

That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.

Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so badly that I could never explain the pain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.

Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter did. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.

I felt myself rising; I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion”. I am sorry my child for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster.

I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't survive, the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.


  1. All abortions are first degree murders!

    Abortion is the offering of a little human baby boy of girl, trapped in the womb, with no where to run, no where to hide, and no one to protect little him and her, to satan as a little human blood offering.

    In Leviticus 20:1-5 God tells us what we must do.

    1. The preamble of the US Constitution guarantees the life of the baby in the womb.

      Good Morning Christians and Patriots of Maine and elsewhere.

      Why are the school teachers of the Public Schools of the United States so united in their efforts to quench the teaching of the Untied States Constitution?

      Is it because, in the preamble it clearly protects the life of the baby in the womb?

      The Websters Dictionary of 1828 defined posterity as:

      POSTER'ITY, noun [Latin posteritas, from posterus, from post, after.]

      1. Descendants; children, children's children, etc. indefinitely; the race that proceeds from a progenitor. The whole human race are the posterity of Adam.
      2. In a general sense, succeeding generations; opposed to ancestors.

      Would that not be the baby in the womb?

      Preamble of the Constitution of The United States Of America:

      We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

      The Constitution of the State of Maine echoes the protection of "our posterity" our future generations, the baby in the womb,


      Objects of government. We the people of Maine, in order to establish justice, insure tranquility, provide for our mutual defense, promote our common welfare, and secure to ourselves and our posterity the blessings of liberty, acknowledging with grateful hearts the goodness of the Sovereign Ruler of the Universe in affording us an opportunity, so favorable to the design; and, imploring God's aid and direction in its accomplishment, do agree to form ourselves into a free and independent State, by the style and title of the State of Maine and do ordain and establish the following Constitution for the government of the same.

      Every time any court, any politician, any member of the Senate, like Susan Collins and Angus King, any member of the House of Representatives, like Chellie Pingree, the courts or any member of the Maine Legislature, like Scott Hamann vote to authorize in any way shape or form, abortion they are in direct violation of their oath of office.

      But worse folks is the refusal, on the part of Public Education, the School Boards and educators to teach this simple truth to the Students of Maine and the Country as a whole.

      Both the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the state of Maine are without a doubt guaranteeing the safety and future of the baby in the womb.

  2. Amen Bob. We live in a rime where governments protect a human's right to sacrifice their child at the alter of self. We look back and think of how cruel people were to set their children on the red hot arms of Baal, today we so many defend the right to sacrifice a child to the altar of self, even after they learned that the child is being ripped apart and sold piece by piece. god forgive us, for we are an evil sinful society.

    Nothing hurts my heart more than to think of the millions of children murdered every year. I pray we as a society will change, but sadly I know we will not.

    My statistics show that this is one of my most read posts, but I don't get many comments. Thanks you for your opinion brother, we are in 100% agreement.

    God bless you and yours.

    Chuck Ness