"The Town Without Children"
I just came across an eerie post written last week by Leticia Velasquez at her blog Cause of Our Joy about a town - Woodstock, VT - that reads like something straight out of a Stephen King novel:
I once vacationed with my three girls in a town without children. It was a picture perfect Vermont town, that could have come from Norman Rockwell, but there were no children on the street. I first noticed something amiss as we first drove through, the many art galleries had signs saying "no children" and "dogs welcome". Strange I wondered, where are the children?Spooky.
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I had seen the future of an America which aborts it's children, and cherishes it's dogs, and I was terrified.
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Labels: Culture of Death
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When we attended Mass, in the ancient stone church, where my daughter's footsteps echoed on the stone floor, we were promptly escorted to the church basement though the church was nearly empty, to watch the Mass on closed-circuit TV.
Is this story for real?
Who is their bishop?
I have rather a different take... When the current generations die out, can we call squatters' rights?
The story is real, believe me, even my children were too afraid to walk the streets. We simply went to Mass, and got outta town!
Good point about inheritance, literary-chic. In 20 years a Pomeranian will be mayor of Woodstock.
Boy, that creeps me out.
Yeah, creepy, that's what it is.
Shut up!! We have 6billion people on this planet! Let a woman choose for THEIR skae not for your christ's sake!
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