Today’s swan song post could be dubbed sympathy for the devil. One of my former pastors, a man I respect and honor for his service to the Lord and heart for Jesus, is Ron Allen of Harvest Community Church (formerly The Vineyard). Ron has a saying that is all too true: “The devil can best use you only after he first wounds you.” I have found this to be true in life. As a pro-life activist those who have been used against me most mightily have usually been wounded by abortion themselves or somehow served as an agent of the abortion industry. (A useful idiot, as real Marxists would call their Leftist cousins in America. Click here for more on that.)

Speaking of pain, I have been through quite a process these past 27 months. My “sifting like wheat” started with the political ad campaign that even a Wichita Eagle editorial board member found over the top and manifestly unfair. Click here for that. It was October, 2006, and I clearly recall the day that the clouds turned dark. I was driving home to Topeka after attending the funeral of Elizabeth Horan. Click here to meet this wonderful woman who had quite an impact on my life. The political reelection campaign had begun, but I had not yet taken front and center in it. All of that changed 48 hours after we buried Elizabeth as the airwaves of Kansas filled with the “two minute hate” directed at yours truly. From that public flogging flowed my termination at the hands of a pro-abortion politician who was the love child of a pro-abortion political machine that was backed by millions of pro-abortion dollars. More on him soon, he is on the stand in Kansas this week. (Monitor this website for eyewitness reports.) And then, after that, came a general abandonment by GOP forces that I had served diligently for a full 48 months. And then came a Hollywoodish blacklisting and blackballing as I gathered a wall full of rejection letters while on a quest to support my family of six, all four kids being under 10. Even Christian legal associations would not interview me – I had a fine resume for the work but had been rendered too controversial by the Left’s savage attacks against me and the former Attorney General Kline and, probably more than that, my former civil disobedience. (Yes, even Christian and pro-life groups tend to be controversy adverse and politically correct these days. This post seems to apply.) This family man literally twisted in the wind. But God took care of us through it all!!! More on that later.

I fell from the frying pan into the fire when I attempted to become a licensed attorney in Indiana. I naively thought that my eleven years as an “officer of the court” elsewhere would grant me some “peerage” with my Hoosier colleagues. Such is not the case, I was dead wrong on that front. It may have had something to do with the founding of the ArchAngel Institute in the ruins of the former abortion clinic that sued this poor goober out of existence two decades ago, but, as God is my witness, that was not my idea. Blame Him. More on that later.

The almost two year processing of my motion to join the Indiana bar has been quite eventful, albeit almost all of it taking place in secret and behind the scenes. While it is likely that those convicted of crimes far greater than mine — mine are loitering, interrupting the police while they roughly arrested an 83 year old pro-life great-grandma and maybe an ideologically motivated trespass — sailed right through the licensure process. I would bet many who were involved in crimes seeking a financial advantage have sailed through the process that is intent on maligning me and starving me out. My few misdemeanor convictions of more than 15 years ago and the civil judgment incident to my pro-life activism are causing the Indiana bar quite a problem.

All of that said, I must admit that I have not made my plight any easier by just being my good ole’ communicative self. To thine own self be true is a fine maxim, but it you are up against government agents who want you to be someone else entirely then the sledding can get more than a bit rough. I have spoken out against seemingly clear cases of government overreaching, refused to deny my Christian Faith and attempted to rescue those who, like me, were being thrown to the wolves in Kansas. All have caused problems through the process. One of the many counselors that the state ordered me to see says that I am my own worst enemy. We quibbled on that theological point, me naively believing that I have at least one enemy that loathes me more than I do. I wanted to make certain that the Devil got his due, but I was evidently speaking to one who found such a concept far too old fashioned for his tastes. It would seem that he had no sympathy for either me or the Devil.

He did me and my family much harm. May the Lord bless Him.

Add to all of this that those of a feminist persuasion would love to see me dropped in a shallow grave with one through the head and two through the heart. One of their own has also visited much harm upon me through this arduous journey. May the Lord bless her, too.

I am blessed with a plethora of counselors, many of whom were chosen for me by the all loving, therapeutic, Nanny State. One has recently criticized me for a seeming lack of empathy toward – are you ready for this — the losing plaintiffs and attorneys in this case. (I kid you not, one just cannot make this stuff up!) Now, those losing plaintiffs and attorneys were, from my perspective, the shock troops of the Culture of Death who were caught with their hands in the wrong cookie jar. They advance everything that my Catholic faith causes me to label as evil. And I am supposed to have sympathy for them?

Now, I may be too judgmental, but as I read the history of the case the abortion industry and its well healed attorneys had suffered a reversal because the Highest Court in the land concluded that they had misused the law to drive powerless goobers like me into economic destitution – and in my case even out of the land of my birth after losing almost EVERYTHING – but I, so the counselor opines, I was supposed to feel sorry for them when they lost on appeal! My failure to feel their pain reveals, so the theory goes, some defect in my character. Perhaps one so glaring as to render me unfit to license — despite having held a license in Kansas for 11 years and having argued before half of the federal appellate courts in the nation!

Wow, I need to dwell on that one for a moment. I have a character fault because I do not feel sorry for the abortionists when they lose a case persecuting me and my friends before the United States Supreme Court.

Well I say let those who draw their sustenance from the violent termination of preborn human life (literally ripping them limb from limb and then crushing their little, decapitated heads) go first. Let them first send me a “we are so sorry to have turned your life upside down on a bad legal theory” sympathy card. I might (might) then find it much easier to send them, in return, an empathy card. “Sorry you paid your attorneys to waste your money on a bad legal theory, but I did tell you so.” (Oh, and I see that you sent out fundraising letters to have fellow pro-aborts pay your attorneys, so where, exactly, is your loss?)

Perhaps Frank Avila should send Susan Hill an empathy card in light of her losing the case that killed Frank’s wife, Phyllis due to the stress of it all? Click here. Yes, poor Susan and her attorneys, suffering dismissal at court while Frank and the Avila children skated by with the mere loss of their beloved Phyllis. Frank, are you interested in saying you feel sorry for Susan yet? I think not. (If so, only because she faces potential eternal damnation for turning her back on her Christian upbringing to serve, much like Judas, the culture of death. Click here.)

Well, I do not want to be found less than gracious, not being a widower (in so many words) like Frank and all, so allow me to demonstrate how I can reach across the aisle to make amends. Unknown to the authorities, I have already reached out to my previous adversary Ulrich George Klopfer.

That post is tomorrow’s installment of this ongoing swan song, which will continue until my twentieth anniversary on the front lines of the Culture War, which is January 13, 2009. Follow the links backwards to get to the beginning of this retirement monologue.

Oh, I realize this is all controversial, but that is what Free Speech is. You did not think the Founders died for the freedom to speak about sports, the weather and tame politics, did you? Our free speech rights protect vibrant discourse. The Left shows theirs off all of the time, often through pornography and blasphemy, and we are all supposed to celebrate that freedom. Well let us celebrate mine, shall we?

Or will it instead result in yet another denial to join the Indiana bar?

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