Perhaps a Silver Lining?

Boy oh boy, am I ever reluctant to wade into the abortion debate, yessir, you bet I am. For one thing I’m male, which alone often seems about enough to get me lynched, or at least banished forever from polite company, should I ever express a view. For another, I have some thoughts on the matter that I fear will make every pro-choice woman North of the Mason-Dixon line want my balls in a jar on her night stand, the satisfied contemplation of which would no doubt soothe her each night towards warm, contented sleepiness. I know, I know. Don’t … Continue reading Perhaps a Silver Lining?