Smiley-Faced Killers

This week it will have been six years since my mother, Sarah, passed on. She got breast cancer and fought it for years. My family members and I put out on a little boat from Santa Barbara harbor and scattered her ashes at sea.

She belonged to an Episcopal church led by and attended by open homosexuals, back when this was still problematic. The question that went begging was who was ministering to whom? This is an example not of her tolerance of all people, but her love and acceptance of them. The pastor of the Episcopal church where she was eulogized, described her passing as a "little sheep going back to its flock."

We are still trying to understand why cancer attacks people, and how to fight it. I am hopeful that someday soon, there will be treatments for cancer that will render radiation and chemotherapy as relics, barbaric and of a piece with bloodletting and applying leeches.

This is why research is so important. Research that costs big money.

My older sister also got breast cancer about twenty years ago, and she has been in remission ever since. To support her, I would drive each Spring to Fashion Valley Mall and walk with her in the "Race For The Cure," sponsored by the Komen Foundation. I have a half-a-dozen t-shirts that I wear with honor, that I earned at the walks.

So when Planned Parenthood decided to destroy the Komen Foundation, I took it personally. Why would an organization dedicated to "women's rights" set out to destroy a charity that wants to keep women alive? Because Komen Foundation decided they would no longer fund Planned Parenthood. Planned Parenthood doesn't provide mammograms. They don’t offer breast biopsies or breast ultrasounds either. All they do is referrals for women seeking cancer prevention and treatment.

Planned Parenthood's mode of production is the liquidation of human life in its most vulnerable state of development. I often wonder how Cecile Richards sleeps at night, if she is visited by phantasms.

Maybe she drinks. Sonderkommandos were given rations of alcohol to deaden them to their task of shoving bodies into the ovens.

Today Komen is a shadow of its former self. Contributions are down, because they pissed off the abortion fanatics, then gave in to their pressure and renewed the funding to Planned Parenthood. Pro-life advocates still call for supporters to boycott Komen.

My mother went back to her flock in her time, but it was still too soon for me. What moments we may have shared together, we will never know.