Phantom Menace

In a room darkly you are confronted with the absolute horror of Roe vs Wade. A chill ripples through your spine considering the millions of souls who will never get to experience a life of abject poverty, being layed off, experiencing the sorrow of being declined coverage from a HMO. Not even being killed in a glorious confrontation with the forces of freedom-haters, bent on our destruction, will they see. Denying an unborn child the right to die for oil and profits of defense contrators is tragic within itself.

My apologies, a brief interlude is in order as I pause to contain my grief and shock thinking about the horredous effect activist courts have taken on this country. I cry as I pen these words to you, friend.

Oh humanity, these very children are being utterly deprived of the RIGHT to buy foreign goods made by children of third-world countries. They will never know the joys of working for an uncaring corporate retailer in azure vests. Old age will not be known to them as they greet vistors passing through automatic doors searching for low-low prices.

Brother, you should heed this warning. Take up arms in spirit and write your leaders. Those dwindling few who reside in our hallowed halls of justice and freedom. Demand these voices, in silent prose be heard. In the void that is silence, their chorus shan't fall upon waiting ears, ever eager to receive the melody of their circumstance , nor shall they ever speak of their plight and yearning to breathe a gossamer haze in a failed industrial town.

I implore wisdom to look upon us, guide us, as we beg the Gods to allow his awaiting children an orphanage, a foster home an opportunity to partake of Free Trade agreements.

This one thing I ask, in my humility.