30,000
Australian soldiers were killed during WWII Australians
kill
over three times that number of
naked, defenceless and innocent little children, each and every year.
http://www.nswrtl.org.au/abortion.html
http://www.abortionfacts.com/literature/literature_927hh.asp
Townsville Abortion Mill
26 Mcllwraith
St. South Townsville 4810 ph 4772 5533
(The Planned Parenthood
of Australia Group)
David Grundmann is an abutchernist
operating in your city. His gruesome trade is the barbaric and horrific
execution of little Australian children. He operates a number of
these killing-houses throughout Australia.
SCANDAL
CONCEALING CHILD RAPE AND PROTECTING PEDOPHILES
http://www.childpredators.com/
Partial-Birth �Abortion�
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With
forceps, the doctor turns the baby around in the womb to be
positioned feet first. The baby�s legs are pulled out into the birth
canal. The baby is alive at this point. . |
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The
abortionist delivers the baby�s entire body, except for the head,
which remains inside the birth canal. The baby�s hands and feet move |
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The
abortionist stabs the scissors into the base of the baby�s skull.
The scissors are spread to enlarge the opening. The suction catheter
is then inserted and the brains are sucked out, causing the skull to
collapse. The head slides out easily. |
http://www.abortiontv.com/Methods/themanyways.htm
Partial � Birth
�Abortion� is Grundmann�s speciality
http://www.mttu.com/abort-pics/index.html
Warning:
The truth is disgusting
Isn�t it
Just Tissue ? They Said It�s Not a Baby
- Just a Clot
http://www.mainerighttolife.com/graphicimages_1.php
Hurt by abortion?
http://www.survivorsofabortion.org.au/
Women deserve better than �abortion�
http://www.womensforumaustralia.com/real-choices-for-women.html
http://www.prolifemedia.com.au/vitae_ads.html
http://virtuemedia.org/television.htm
ONE OF ABORTION�S BEST KEPT SECRETS
http://www.abortiontv.com/Pics/ForbiddenPicture.htm
1/3 of my generation was �aborted� *
Take My Hand � Not My Life * Join The
Resistance � FIGHT BACK
abortiontvresistance@yahoo.com
What
What can I do to rid our country of these creatures that prey on little
children
while mechanically and chemically raping girls and women?
�
Become informed, learn the truth
�
Talk to family, friends and acquaintances
�
Join a pro-life organisation
�
Donate money, Consider the pro-life movement in your will
�
Contact politicians via email, letter, phone and in person
�
Place a pro-life bumper sticker on your car
�
Volunteer your time, eg stuffing envelopes, painting placards
�
Wear the �Precious Feet� � see below
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Write to newspapers and radio stations
�
Participate in protests outside the killing-houses in our cities
�
Donate clothes, prams, etc to Problem Pregnancy Centres
�
Donate to Pro-Life Media
http://www.prolifemedia.com.au/
�
Do Something ! Become involved !
The Only Thing Necessary For The Triumph of Evil Is For Good Men To Do
Nothing
To ob Obtain a bumper sticker, the
precious feet, or to ask any questions at all, Contact
abortiontvresistance@yahoo.com
:
Other
resources: www.rtlaust.com
http://www.qrtl.org.au/index.htm
http://www.nswrtl.org.au/index.html
http://www.standupgirl.com/
http://www.abort73.com/ http://www.silentnomoreawareness.org/
http://www.hopeafterabortion.com/ http://www.afterabortion.org/
http://www.circleofprayer.co/abortion-poster2.html
It�s
easy to be �pro-choice� when you�re not the one being killed . . .
. . .
Isn�t it?
I Curse
This "Lucky Country"
My sister
and I are too small yet, to be playing outside.
So
instead we chase and tumble, and play together inside.
We're
growing up together, living happily side by side.
We'll be
friends forever, until the day we both die.
Our lives
are such a blessing, we're Australians young and free.
. . .
That's what they say as they sing, our national anthem to me.
We're
thinking of our future, and just what we'll choose to be.
Maybe
I'll drive a racing car, an Australian, young and free. . .
This
would have been our birth year - but alas, it's 1973.
My sister
and I tremble with fear, surely Mum wouldn't "abort" me?
We hear
them marching in the street, "Right to choose, woman's choice"!
We have
hearts, hands and precious feet, but no one to hear our voice.
Our
hearts are beating faster with fear, as we listen to Mum talking on the
phone.
She turns
to Dad, "It's not far from here"; Condemned by a Mother we've barely
known.
Into the
mill our Mother goes, pushing past members of "Protect Life".
Now we're
living in fear of our foe, who is armed with a menacing knife.
We're
looking at our hands and precious feet, we've nothing else for this fight.
Our
gruesome deaths, we're about to meet; It's not fair, we want to live, this
isn't right.
Wait! Mum
has changed her mind, but the abutchernist pushes
her down.
"No,
you'll be just fine"! As he starts to raise her gown.
We're
thinking of our Grandad, killed fighting in the war.
Injustice
made him mad, it was us he was fighting for.
We're
shaking now in terror, as we await the cold hard knife.
There is
no greater error, then to take a small child's life.
My sister
backs away from the knife, as I reach to grab the blade.
I watch
as she fights for her life, against a man who our Mother paid.
Our
mouths scream open in pain, but the tortured sounds never come out.
Our
silent screams are in vain, drowned out by the "pro-choice" shout.
This
isn't fair, we had no chance nor choice; We were never listened to or
asked.
Each year
100, 000 of us have no voice, take your "pro-choice" and shove it, it's a
farce.
"Australians all let us rejoice, for we are young and free".
That's
what we sing united in voice, . . . But that's not true since '73.
We've
been broken, ripped and torn, were we ever young and free?
And I
curse this "Lucky Country" that's been killing children since '73.
Poor Choice
We
pretend to care about women, we call ourselves "pro-choice",
If you're
not pro-"abortion", we're going to silence your voice.
We're
militant and radical, we endeavour to hide the truth,
We aim to
appear as angels, when we're really just uncouth.
Don't
take responsibility for your actions, or consider adoption;
Anything
other than killing your child, just isn't a feasible option.
We have
many choices available for you, from which to take your pick.
Mechanical or chemical rape, chopped and hacked, or beaten with a stick.
How about
a personal favourite of mine, RU486, the human pesticide?
Lethal
injection, stabbed or dismembered? So many choices for you to decide.
Truth be
known, we don't really offer you a choice,
All we
want is to kill children, the ones without a voice.
We know
the whole "pro-choice" propaganda is a lie,
Think
about it; Would unborn children choose to die?
They'd
never get to pick pretty flowers or count the many stars at night,
Since
we'd have them all killed, 'cause we support the "Abortion" Reich.
We'll
tell of the little children, who will call for you in the night,
Of having
to make birthday cakes, with candles for you to light.
Hopefully
you'll have an "abortion", and discover the truth too late,
. . .
That you'll hear those voices still, causing your heart to break.
Breast
cancer, insomnia, loss of fertility, yes, even suicide.
Septicaemia, toxic shock, mental illness, you may even die.
These are
some of the repercussions, of exercising your "choice",
A hideous
and demonic execution, of a child who has no voice.
We'll
fight to save a platypus, or protect a mangrove tree,
But
you're just a little baby, we want to butcher thee.
We live
inside our house of cards, built in 1973,
But the
voices of the "Walking Wounded", are spelling death for me.
We call
unborn children tissue, or even just a bloody clot,
If you
visit AbortionTV.com, you'll know that's just poppycock.
Women
who've had �abortions�, are massing at our front door,
"Tell the
truth - 'abortion' hurts, we're going to be Silent No More"!
http://www.silentnomoreawareness.org/
"After an
�abortion�, something inside of us dies,
You've
lied to us and hurt us, �pro-choice� is a web of lies.
Just to
make it through each day, is a constant struggle,
For we've
killed our little child, even denied her of a cuddle".
We call
ourselves �Pro-choice�, and say �Right to choose�,
But as
you all know by now, that's just a bloody big ruse,
Just look
at the mutilated children, placed in bins that are over-filled.
-It's
easy to be "pro-choice", when you're not the one being killed. . .
. . .
isn't it?
http://www.abortiontv.com/Pics/AbortionPictures2.htm
THE
ABHORRENT FOUR
This is a
tale of the Abhorrent Four,
Allison,
Troeth, Nash and Moore.
Canberra
has never seen anything as vile or sinister,
Than this
Abhorrent Four and the drug they administer.
RU486
kills young children in the womb,
Slowly
they die, their Mother is their tomb.
The
Loopy-Left gleefully toast bubbly champagne,
And cheer
and chatter 'cause killing kids is their aim.
"We're
wheeling and dealing in kid-killing contrabands,
No amount
of washing will remove the blood from our hands.
We'll
sell you our souls if you'll just pay us cash,
'Cause
we're all evil; It's not just Senator Nash."
"Morals,
ethics, family and small children we abhor,
If you
want pollies with character, leave and shut the door.
We want
to kill more children, we're about to pass this law,
As for
unborn children, their silent screams we'll ignore."
"Sodomites and drug-dealers, this filth and scum we adore.
We're the
Loopy-Left, we're fascist, and rotten to the core.
We'll
have to give an accounting, when we stand before the King,
-But yes,
you've guessed it, we're too stupid to believe in Him."
"We're
nothing compared to Joyce, Boswell, Katter or Harradine.
These men
are strong and moral, their minds sharp and clean.
We love
same-sex unions, all kinds of moral decay,
Unless
you haven't seen it by now, it's to satan that we pray."
"Militant, fascist and leftist - also, part-green are all we,
Loved,
adored and worshipped, by the Green's Ku Klux Kerry."
She wears
stupid shirts and thinks she's pretty funny,
I haven't
read that sort of humour since I left the kindergarten dunny.
"The
debate should leave out religion, is what we say to thee,
However,
the sacrifice of innocent children is what my god asks of me.
Remember?
It's satan that we worship, to him we bend the knee,
We're
just too bloody stupid, 'cause the truth we cannot see."
Democrats, Greens and half of Labor, were together entwined,
On the
16th of February, when the RU486 death-bell chimed.
At
satan's Synagogue in Canberra, they got to pass the vote,
That
spelled death for untold thousands, and pleased their lord, the goat.
You love
all kinds of evil, it's satan who receives your praise,
He'll be
there to greet you, at the end of your sorry days.
Your
children have lawfully killed you, it's called euthanised,
You've
reaped what you've sown, these were laws you authorised.
You're
pushing for laws to kill unborn children, right up 'till birth,
Mechanically and chemically raping women, causes you mirth.
Unfortunately for you, I was born in 1973.
Yeah,
you're too late! My Mother didn't kill me!
People of
Melbourne are warned of Brack's sinister and evil intentions to increase
the numbers of little children murdered in his state and with his
blessing. This is one of the banners used to make people aware of the
massacre. It's on the Eastern Freeway in Melbourne, near Burwood.