Dead Baby Parade Dreamed 4864 days ago | | 393 words

Driving to work this morning I came across a series of abortion protesters.
<sarcasm>I have to say, there’s no better way to start the morning than looking at 3 foot images of dead babies. And being shouted at by a man with a megaphone. I have no idea what he was saying because Static-X was drowning him out.

For three or four blocks on Belvidere, heading from Main to Broad St. There was a series of giant dead baby posters. One per street corner.
With lots of oblivious VCU students passing by. And lot and lots of cars sitting in the street because of ongoing construction making everything slow around the area.

They had a perfect captive audience. Oh wait, no they didn’t. No one was paying them any mind. I know I sure wasn’t.

Except I keep noticing the first guy I came across, he was looking very, very uneasy standing there, supporting his giant dead baby.

I wonder if he got roped into this somehow. He sure didn’t look like he wanted to be out there.

Due to the unfortunate lack of red lights, I have only a partially blocked shot of Uneasy Protest Man #1. And nothing of Shouting Man. (If the shot is decent, I’ll post it later tonight when I get home and can load the pic onto my computer. Don’t worry, the fetus is 100% blocked by a passing car).

I am not sure what point the 5 or 6 people were trying to get across to us motorists, sucking down our varying caffeinated beverages, trying to make it to work on time and not smash into each other. However, what I took away from it was this.

I AM ANGRY! HERE IS A GIANT ABORTED FETUS! LOOK AT THIS DEAD BABY! HERE IT IS!
SEE IT? NOW BE ANGRY TOO! BE ANGRY LIKE US! GRAB A MEGAPHONE!

Yeah, I’m sure I missed something in translation, but that’s about what I gathered from it.

I want to make a series of signs, stand up next to them and just stand there, quietly.

Although my sign will be of a young girl being kicked out of her house, dropping out of school to get a burger flipping job, turning to a life of crime, drugs and depression. To show lives of people who now have the responsibility of dealing with caring for, and paying for a child…

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