The trial of Kermit Gosnell, the symbol of our age of abortion, is proceeding:
A medical assistant told a jury Tuesday that she snipped the spines of at least 10 babies during unorthodox late-term abortions at a West Philadelphia clinic.
Adrienne Moton’s testimony as part of her guilty plea to third-degree murder, came in the capital murder trial of Dr. Kermit Gosnell, the clinic owner, who is on trial in the deaths of a patient and seven babies.
Prosecutors accuse him of killing late-term, viable babies after they were delivered alive, in violation of state abortion laws.
Gosnell’s lawyer denies the murder charge and disputes that any babies were born alive. He also challenges the gestational age of the aborted fetuses, calling them inexact estimates.
Moton, the first employee to testify, sobbed as she recalled taking a cell phone photograph of one baby left in her work area. She thought he could have survived, given his size and pinkish color. She had measured him at nearly 30 weeks.
‘The aunt felt it was just best for her [the mother’s] future,’ Moton testified.
Gosnell later joked that the baby was so big he could have walked to the bus stop, she said.
Go here to read the rest. The age of abortion in which we live depends upon us swallowing the lie that the children being slain in abortion somehow don’t count, that their lives simply don’t matter and that they can be killed with no impact on our society. Gosnell’s case holds a mirror up to us and shows us what we are becoming as a society where human life has no value and the strong do what they please and the weak suffer what they must. It is a bleakly comic irony that those who are the loudest in defense of the “right” to abortion generally make a show of their alleged compassion for the weak in our society. Their only true compassion for the weakest among us is precisely the same compassion shown by a wolf for a new born lamb. Their actions help make these words of Orwell from 1984 prophetic:
But always — do not forget this, Winston — always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.