The Slaughter of American Youth

You who slay your unborn are bringing the curse of God into your home, family and lives!

Molach was the name of the national god of the Ammonites, to whom” children were sacrificed by fire. He was the consuming and destroying and also at the same time considered to be the purifying fire. They lifted their young children to his honor and cast them into the flames of his fire.

It was an accursed abomination. God rebuked them and cast them from him.

But ye have borne the tabernacle of your Moloch and Chiun your images, the star of your god, which ye made to yourselves. 27Therefore will I cause you to go into captivity beyond Damascus, saith the LORD, whose name is The God of hosts. [Amos, chapter 5]

Former President Obama, while he was in office marked the 41st anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision with a statement calling on the nation to “recommit” to the principle “that every woman should be able to make her own choices about her body and her health.” Obama said. “We reaffirm our steadfast commitment to protecting a woman’s access to safe, affordable health care and her constitutional right to privacy, including the right to reproductive freedom,”

“Reproductive Freedom” = code words for killing babies.

While the new Affordable care program makes it a mandatory provision in all Insurance programs, morally, it is not anyone’s right to kill their children.

It is called Infanticide, the killing of babies, especially by their mothers. What was once said to liberate women and their health issues has turned women into government supported killers of their own babies.

This has gone so far beyond its originally promoted purpose. Millions of women have become killers of their own flesh and blood. It is genocide on the most massive scale in the history of humankind and our ex-president wanted us to beef up our support of this heinous crime.

Since Roe vs Wade, 59 million babies have been murdered in the USA. The numbers are beyond the size of many nations. Over 15% 0f our nation’s population – dead. Actually, in the over-200 Nations of the world by population, #DEADBABIESUSA would be the 24th largest nation in the world, just a few million less than Italy and The United Kingdom. In the last century, in 100 nations, over a Billion babies have been slaughtered.

In the USA, the number of dead babies is over a 20 million more than the largest State California at 38 million and ten million more than the next two states, Texas and New York combined.

This is not simply abortion. It is genocide. It goes far beyond Holocaust numbers. The Holocaust claimed between five [low] and 20 million [high] lives. This homegrown murder rampage has claimed double to 10 times as many victims than those who died in that brutal era.

World War II was the deadliest military conflict in history. Over 60 million people died, over 2.5% of the world population. The total number of military and civilian casualties in World War I was over 37 million. USA mothers have killed 20 million more than that.

In America, from the revolutionary war and including every conflict in which we had troops, up the present day as we war in the Middle East, records show we lost a staggering 2,717,991 lives.

The Civil war claimed the most lives, 636,000. Abortionists have killed 20 times that dreadful number. Today, in 2014, we sit by the sidelines when they bill us for what they call a woman’s right to her own body. Affordable Care Act? It is more an Affordable Infanticide Act.

I watched recently as reporters clamored over women marching for their right to kill their children, calling it a march for Women’s rights.   Amusing, considering that the USA has more women’s rights than almost all the rest of the world.

I am afraid that unless we see a miracle turn-around in America with the new administration, we will see the end of an America we once knew as the best. Pray for that miracle!



I Always Wanted to be a Cruciverbalist

One of my earliest recollections of my father is looking up at him at the kitchen table working his daily crossword puzzle. It was a daily routine that never varied over the entire time I was growing up and living at home. Even later visits at Mom and Dad’s home always included that somber ritual, around which all other schedules for the day revolved.

I am sure dad learned it from his father, who worked his puzzles while perched on his high-legged stool at a check-in counter at the pool hall he ran for years.

Actually, crossword puzzles were a new thing back in my grandfather’s day. A journalist named Arthur Wynne from Liverpool created the first known published crossword puzzle, and he is usually credited as the inventor of the popular word game. December 21, 1913 was the date and it appeared in a Sunday newspaper, the New York World.

One of the last to enter the world of crossword obsession was the New York Times, which first published a Sunday puzzle in 1942 and a daily puzzle in 1950. My father did them both in ink. The Daily News followed along with the trend, but the Times was always the true standard

Crossword puzzles are a family addiction. I was doing the daily puzzles in the break room at the ACME supermarket where I worked throughout high school. My sister, Nan, and I fought over the rare un-inked crossword that we would come across at home, and we often brought spares home from discarded newspapers we found during the day.

Did you know that the answer to the clue “the final selfhood” is IPSEITY? Or that a ‘bitter vetch’ is an ERS? I still cannot find out what an Ers is.

These last few years I had a crossword puzzle routine that included my daily newspaper, USA Today, the NY Times and any other I would stumble upon. No Airline magazine puzzle went undone on my shift.

I do not do crossword books. Just newspaper puzzles. It would be like not living up to my father’s standards. It is also required by my DNA that all crosswords were done in ink.

My favorite Cruciverbalist is Merle Raegle. He has a humorist’s twist to his puzzles that I have always enjoyed. I actually did buy three of his collections, which Merle autographed for me.

My father lost his sight to Macular Degeneration and in his later years and until his passing away, mom would read the NY Times Crossword clues to him and he would give her the answers to write in, still always in ink.

Until my sister passed away, her own puzzle book and pen at her bedside, we would often go out to dad’s memorial site with mom, have lunch and do a puzzle for dad.

Many years ago, when I quite smart, I worked at Cape Canaveral as a mathematician plotting and coding ICBM trajectories. That was long before satellites and GPS.

I worked with a team of like-minded intellectual misfits. We were literally locked in a secret level clearance unit that even our bosses had to go clearance procedures. During slack times we were on our own.

Of course, Chess was a big slack time filler, but every day, one of the people would make copies of the New York Times Crossword puzzle and at break time we would be off to the races to see who finished the fastest. As brilliant as I was, I was always close but no brass rings.

Then I subscribed to the local paper that posted the Times crossword. Each Morning, I would carefully do the puzzle while I ate breakfast, with a thick Crossword dictionary at my side.

From that first day on, I would speed through the office puzzle at nonstop speed and that is how I became the Team Crossword Champion and the enemy of many of co-workers. For the smartest guys in town, they sure were slow in figuring out my constant success.

Recently, I was sitting in the boarding area at the Airport waiting for a flight and working on the USA Today crossword. After boarding, the cabin attendant handed out copies of the same USA Today.

A bit later and already bored, I opened the paper and redid the same puzzle I had finished in the boarding area. After I had quickly completed the crossword, the lady sitting next to me commented that she had never, ever seen anyone complete a crossword with the speed with which I had just finished this one.

I smiled and then commented quietly. “It is just a special gift I have.”