JUDIE BROWN COMMENTARY

Well, this is really not a good way to start a Monday, but the news is what it is, so I have to share it with you.

The first time I read the news that the Connecticut Catholic Conference had decided not to oppose the use of the morning after pill for rape victims, I was positive it was a misprint. I was wrong.

I just received the current issue of Life Is Worth Living and I wish it was on line. But there is a web site and I encourage you to visit it.

My daughter was on birth control pills and only occasionally smoked (less than a pack a week). We lost her three years ago at the age of nineteen.

In Lewiston Maine, JoAn Karkos sent shock waves through the country when she stood by her decision to permanently remove copies of the book “It’s Perfectly Normal” from the library shelves.

When a federal appeals court dismissed a case involving whether abortionists had to report suspicion of sexual abuse in Kansas, my mouth dropped open even wider than it usually is due to my larger than life tone.

Over the past few days there has been a literal bonanza of stories, both personal and publicly reported, that create an ever increasing unease in my heart.

I wonder why a talented artist like Barry Manilow has to go off the deep end, embrace the killing of preborn babies by acts of abortion and then make a public spectacle of himself in the process. But that is precisely what Barry did and I am totally disgusted by it.

Perhaps you missed the news report regarding the tragic death of of Bobbie Jo Stinnet in December of 2004.

It is with the deepest admiration for the Catholic bishops of Missouri that I write on the subject of the cruelty of human embryonic stem cell research versus the solidarity of those who respect life.

In a 5-0 decision the New Jersey Supreme Court declared that a doctor does not have a duty to inform an expectant mother that her preborn child is an “existing human being.”

The column “You can’t be Catholic and pro…” by Zac Wassink provided me with an insight into the thought process possessed by an individual of this moment in history in which we live.