adventures at the abortion clinic

B__, one of the regular protesters who's been there for years and years with his wife R___, informed me on Friday that he prays for me every day (I thanked him, sincerely, because I think that's very kind of him), and then told me that I'm "too intelligent to be pro-choice. To be honest, I'm very concerned for your soul---I want you to end up in the Kingdom of Heaven." . . . I don't really understand why MY salvation is at risk just because of this, in their eyes. Maybe I should tell him about all the gay sex I have so he can switch his focus. Honestly, I would, except then they'd have motivation for the anti-choice cause by saying that all the pro-choice women are never going to be pregnant because they're gay as fuck.

40 Days for Life starts soon, and the Tulsa chapter of it has been paying top dollar for a bunch of billboards around Tulsa that make so much no sense at all -- it's a picture of a cute little baby, and next to it are the words Where Have All the Babies Gone? I overheard a friend saying, "I mean, I see them screaming at the supermarket all the time, so they can't be that far away..." Seriously, they could have SUCH BETTER advertising than that. I have to wonder where they're getting so much goddamn money for this shit. And they're constantly blaming Repro for our abuse of funds -- despite that we're a non-profit organization.
. . . And are they trying to do a play on words with the lovely Peter, Paul, & Mary song Where Have All the Flowers Gone? Because that's really weird.