the sound of crickets is not th sound of keyboards in white heat

And yet, not a tear does the Gray Lady shed for China…

October 10, 2011 by JOB at 10:55 am

”About one hour later, the van stopped in the hospital. As soon as I was drug out of the van, I saw hundreds of pregnant moms there — all of them just like pigs in the slaughterhouse. Immediately I was drug into a special room, and without any preliminary medical examination, one nurse did an oxytocin injection intravenously. Then I was put into a room with several other moms.

“The room was full of moms who had just gone through a forced abortion. Some moms were crying, some moms were mourning, some moms were screaming, and one mom was rolling on the floor with unbearable pain. …”

p.s. Joe Biden, call your conscience.

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