Remember when GrodsCorp went to an anti-anti-abortion rally a few months ago? Well, Private Tom has asked me to remind everyone that the forces of evil need opposing every month, and the next rally is in two days’ time. The hard-core rally-goers really need the help.

During my 2nd Battle, only 11-12 people turned up, and today we were a mere 6. This wouldn’t be so irritating if the anti-life/abortion protesters’ numbers were also dwindling, but sadly that isn’t the case…

So get yer arse down to East Melbourne this Saturday if you’re anti-emotional terrorism. Details according to Tom:

When: Every last Saturday of the month [that means this Saturday 30 August], 10-11/12 in the morning (usually just 10-11)
Where: 118 Wellington Parade, East Melbourne
Bring: yourself, maybe a sign, and a voice box that can shout slogans for an hour.

Bron has been doing an awesome job organising GrodsCorp’s anti-emotional terrorism protest at the East Melbourne Fertility Control Clinic on May 24 and I totally intended to plug it in this week’s GrodsThink but totally forgot. Here’s the photo I emailed to her last night to prove that I had it written in the rundown.

So as part of my penance here are the details of the protest.

Where: Fertility Control Clinic, 118 Wellington Parade, East Melbourne

When: Saturday 24 May, 10am-12pm

Enemy: Helpers of God’s Precious Infants (who emotionally terrorise women seeking treatment with religious propaganda and disgusting signs)

There will be a boozy debrief after the protest at a local pub.

Every time I’m riding a tram down Wellington Parade in East Melbourne, I have to stop myself from alighting at the Fertility Control Clinic and breaking the necks of the anti-abortion protesters who stand at the gate terrorising passers-by and patients with graphic posters of maimed foetuses.

I am neither pro nor anti-abortion, but I virulently oppose this kind of wanton emotional violence.

Contrary to what these zealots seem to believe, the decision to have an abortion is not undertaken lightly. The overwhelming number of people who use abortion clinics do so under extreme stress, and arrive there having made the most excruciating decision of their lives.

Do these (mostly Christian) crusaders honestly believe their god would condone their judgemental bullying, or even reward them for it in the hereafter? The god I learned about in 15-odd years of Catholic catechism would take a particularly dim view of such despicable passive-aggression.

Anyway, my contempt for these people was thrown into sharp relief today when I received an email from my wife, E. She’d returned home from a walk with Baby Rogenous to find an anti-abortion leaflet in the letterbox, containing several bloody photographs of aborted foetuses.

E and I suffered the pain of a miscarriage two years ago. It hasn’t gone away; I suspect it never will. She was, understandably, distraught upon seeing the pictures.

Do the people who peddle this kind of indiscriminate emotional terrorism give a fuck? Does the elderly woman next door to us, who in her youth suffered years of failed attempts at pregnancy, have anything to gain by seeing these images?

What of the people who receive this leaflet who have had abortions, and who might be battling the demons of regret — as many do for the rest of their lives? Does it persuade them any more than the residual torment of their procedure already has that abortion is a course of action not to be taken lightly? That it’s morally wrong?

Does enforced guilt serve any purpose other than to compound remorse or suffering? Has guilt ever helped anyone make a resolution for the right reasons?

I don’t think I’ve ever been more appalled than I am today. For the safety of the ever-present East Melbourne protesters, I think I’ll catch the train home tonight.