The lovely Rebecca Walberg is the opening speaker at a pro-life conference in Halifax on May 9. Anyone who is able to attend, I can guarantee you that Rebecca will be good. Rebecca’s personal emails to me are frequently thought-provoking, funny… I can’t imagine what a talk she actually prepares will be like. She’s one smart cookie, that Rebecca. Smart, and she’s my go to girl for important pop culture questions, too.
Our money, their choice
Rebecca has a great piece in the Post today about how abortion is not a private choice if you and I are paying for it:
Let’s take supporters of access to abortion at their word: Elective abortions are a personal choice. For example, in a recent posting on the Post’s Web site, Joyce Arthur, co-ordinator of the Abortion Rights Coalition of Canada, insists that abortion be available as backup birth control so women can have “sex for pleasure.” But then the same advocates immediately push abortion firmly into the public domain, and keep it there, by insisting elective abortions be paid for by taxpayers, a large percentage of whom are completely opposed to the procedure.
Well done, Rebecca! (Who would have thought you could get a tagline so long in the paper? “Rebecca Walberg is a Winnipeg writer and policy analyst, and a founding member of ProWomanProLife.org, recently named the best new Canadian blog of 2008.” Neat-o.)
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Rebecca adds: These pro-abortion folks, they’re all class (well, some of them, anyway): the headline on my blog was “If it’s a private choice, why am I paying for it?” I just got an anonymous reply saying “Because it’s a health care cost, and paying professionals to pick womb-boogers reduces the cost of paying for the results of bungled abortions.” Aren’t they charming?
So, if people threaten to do their own back-alley breast implants, risking sepsis and permanent injury, possibly even death, will medicare start providing all women with perky DD boobs, gratis?
As to the “womb-booger” – keep it up, my friend. The more Canadians hear from this wing of the abortion-rights crowd, the more you make the pro-life case for us.
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Brigitte wonders: Does the term “womb-booger” apply to all former fetuses, including him/her, or just, you know, other people?
The “Bruinooge effect”
Think social issues lose elections? Think again. An excellent assessment of Harper’s second minority win in today’s Edmonton Journal from PWPL’s very own Rebecca Walberg.
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Brigitte says: Hear! Hear! I sure can’t vote for anyone these days, and haven’t done so in well over 10 years. Plenty of people to vote against, but nobody out there stands up for what I believe in – not even partly. Many politicians I know understand my problem; some of them even claim to sympathize. But they never do anything about it, and then they wonder why mushy-middle platitudes about the need to show restraint and the virtues of incrementalism and whatever other rhubarb they always manage to spout, fail to change my mind. Duh.
She’s a maniac
I stumbled across this book review of Parenting, Inc. by our very own Rebecca Walberg who is clearly too modest to tell me these things. I find her work by accident, resulting in posts like this one. You can’t hide from me, Rebecca, in this Age of the Internet. Nice try.
Marriage and motherhood
Further evidence of a “life” outside this blog?
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Tanya adds: I’m happy to report from personal experience that there is still a negative stigma attached to unmarried couples having children. Though no one dare ask a single mother what her ‘problem’ is, unmarried couples (especially with children) unabashedly have that question thrust at them.
When I’m asked, I graciously heed the floor to my very own live-in boyfriend and father of my daughter. He loves it!
Who’s that girl?
Why it’s Rebecca Walberg, ProWomanProLifer and media superstar. I wondered why Rebecca was not as active blogging, and found out it’s because she’s been writing for multiple Canadian dailies, here, here and here. Remember the little people, Rebecca, remember the little people… and by that I mean us, of course.