Last night Sam came in to my room in the middle of the night, dragging Annie and Ruth with him. He swore he had seen a man, trying to get into his room, insisting it was not a dream. Mike was at work, and Sam was scared. I told Sam I would look, and he wouldn't even let me look alone.
I looked everywere in the house, in every closet, under every bed, behind every door. When I found the garage door wide open, with the garage light on there at 3:30 in the morning, I looked all of those places again. Then, I lay awake for another hour listening to the sounds of the house and the night.
Today the nightmare came true.
Obama signed an executive order to fund abortion. Like the grim reaper, the now President of many Obama-loving and death-wishing Americans came into bedrooms, closets, and the sanctuary of the womb. Not only does he believe in killing babies himself, he wants all of us to help pay for it.
My worst nightmare.
Thanks goodness I have my sweet little Sam to hug and to hold, and my Ruth and other sweet children to comfort me. Obama has his two prize daughters--why did he let them live, while he supports funding "the intentional killing of an estimated 3,000 pre-born boys and girls each day"?
There is absolutely NOTHING Obama can do, NO "achievement" that he can obtain, that can justify killing unborn children.
Nothing.
A nightmare come true. The man at Sam's door was truly there. His name is Barack Hussein Obama.
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