There are no “children.”

There were only – at best — the potentiality of children. On the other hand, a real human being — for whom you evince no understanding of or sympathy for — was murdered.

In cold blood.

In a church.

And you snort your derision and your glee.

That doesn’t bother you? Instead your “sympathies” exist only for imaginary babies? You can’t tell the difference between actual and potential?

If wishes were horses, they say, beggars would ride.

There is a profound difference between an idea and a reality. Otherwise, you ought just mount your fine wishing horse, and ride off into imaginary sunset.

Meantime, you could show your commitment to all those imaginary babies by adopting some actual orphans, or doing something for those humans who HAVE been born and are in need.

Strange thing to parade one’s “compassion” and “moral superiority” by braying about how great a murder was.

I have no sympathy for money grubbing doctors acting like they are doing something good for people (women) but they are no better than a televangelist ripping off widows and orphans for their last cent!

You “Pro choice/death” people are such hypocrites – never seeing the forest because of the tree of your selfishness. Why don’t you shed a tear for the children torn to shreds by this man’s seared conscience?