The babies are keeping us from being free

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“One of these measures is the institution of the yellow star that each Jew must wear. We wanted to make them visible as Jews, particularly if they made even the least attempt to harm the German community. It is a remarkably humane measure on our part, a hygienic and prophylactic measure…” -Joseph Goebbels op-ed


Tilly Dillehay

“No, no, no, no… I can’t, I can’t…” I was watching a Youtube video and my head was in my hands at 7 min and 29 seconds. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.

You know it. I know it. They know it. The clinics know it. The buyers and sellers know it. The labs know it. The legislators know it. The mothers know it.

The babies don’t know it. They’re the only ones in this whole atrocious, enabling, murderous system who don’t have a moral compass to tell them that what is happening to them is wrong. Pain, some of them know that much. But they don’t know about the lab technicians who are going to have a meltdown when they have to unpack a dead body a day or two later.

This is the seventh or eighth video, I don’t remember which. It’s another lunchtime conversation, this time with a rep from StemExpress, the company that partners with “triple digits” (her words) of Planned Parenthood and independent clinics to harvest baby organs and sell them to research labs.

But they need more livers.

For the good of us all.

Do we not know what evil looks like? Is that it? Have we seen so many Disney movies and bad superhero flicks that we collectively expect evil to always be accompanied by cartoonish laughter and a monologue? Do we expect capes? Flames?

Have we forgotten the Holocaust? Or have we simply never sat down and given two minutes of thought to what the Holocaust must have looked like on the ground?

There was no wicked laughter in Germany, you can believe it. Not that kind. And the only monologues were at political rallies. There was some shouting, yes—we have the Hitler speech videos. There was propaganda. But most of those decisions happened slowly, over dinner tables, over lunch breaks, in conversation between business partners and friends and family members. It happened because of a polite deal with the devil, and the people as a whole made that deal with a the few who were actually getting their hands dirty. There was a slow national shift, and it was in priorities:

We must live and thrive. Someone is keeping us from living and thriving. We must be free. Someone is keeping us from being free.

Then: It’s the Jews that are keeping us from being free. It’s the unfit. The old people, the retarded children. They must be stopped. They are keeping us from being free.

Can’t you imagine the conversations over dinner? The glasses of wine? The blind eyes turned, the consciences that were repressed and then seared out of commission, one dinner table conversation at a time?

This is what you’re seeing in this video.



At different points, the participants in the conversation state all of the following things:


“I’ve seen really rampant, rampant problems with bacteria in certain clinics… some where there’s really kind of question of really should they…”


“I mean it’s, you know, volume for us… we’re working with almost like triple digit number of clinics… and it’s a lot, on volume, and we still need more”


“Make sure the eyes are closed!” (laugh) “Yeah… tell the lab it’s coming, so they don’t open the box and go ‘oh god’!”


“It’s almost like they don’t want to know where it comes from… where they’re like ‘we need limbs, but no hands and feet need to be attached’… ‘make it so that we don’t know what it is’… and their lab techs freak out, and have meltdowns…”


And you would expect these statements to be followed by tears. By an exit from the restaurant to go TELL SOMEONE about the fact that somewhere, this very minute, there are people buying parts of babies that have just been torn out of the womb, people who can’t stand to know the parts are from babies, who have to get somebody else to help them out by removing little hands and feet.


A grim shake of the head, at least?

No… there’s only another bite of the meal taken, a little polite laugh. The serious-faced guy next to her, looking for all the world like someone who doesn’t want to think about the things we’re talking about over this meal.

Thanks for picking up the tab! So sweet.

Let’s make sure this business is profitable for everybody involved. 

Yes, PP is guarded, with reason. You need to be part of the cause to get to the inside. We all understand that. The Cause makes it all worthwhile. The Cause is that we need to be able to do what we want with our bodies, our time, our money, without interference.

The babies are keeping us from being free.

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