The Hoosier state escalates its War on Women. And given what the governors of Virginia and Texas have done to their sluts, it’s no mystery. It’s hip to rape a citizen with an ultrasound instrument, so let the fun begin.

The Indiana state Senate on Wednesday advanced a bill that would require women to undergo an ultrasound procedure both before and after having a medication-induced abortion during the first trimester of pregnancy.

Heavens of course after the chemical abortion. That’s when the government’s compelling interest looms most large. What if a woman took the pills but didn’t menstruate the tiny embryo? What if the vagina was still secretly pregnant? Eight months later it would poop a baby! THE GOVERNMENT WOULD NEVER FORGIVE ITSELF.

It would require women to be presented with the sound and image of the fetal heartbeat before the abortion and to return for a follow-up ultrasound to ensure that she is no longer pregnant and has stopped bleeding.

Call it the ‘Decatur Dipstick’ bill. You have to turn the machine on. Whirr. You have to push the wand in, and then you have to pull it out. Now you have to look at the wand. IS IT ARE YOU STILL BLEEDING? This is what women need the government for.

I was disappointed with Kathryn Lopez’ response to the 40th anniversary of Roe vs. Wade. Clicking through NRO, I fully expected to come across some spirited wailing and tears. We should have had rending of garments and raining of digital sod upon illuminated heads. I was really hoping for a tale of some Danish martyr murmuring something in Latin while dancing The Ephemera on the slobber-gobbed Lopez’ ceiling (“. . est homicidium K-Lo . . “). OH Saint Geert of Erøskøboing! Come baaack!

Are you, dear reader, sick of abortion? Sick of the poverty of the discourse? Sick of the hands of politics on the issue? Sick that it has put evil, tempting thoughts into your head? Sick of where it has left you? This moment is for you.

Promises. But sigh. Here was the highlight of the pro-life throw down:

People are looking for something more. People are looking for an invitation to something better. Women aren’t looking for judgment. Many of them also are not happy with the expectations we have for them to manage their fertility away and pretend to be men with more wardrobe options in the workplace and on the social scene . .

Preaching to her friends. Not very edgy. She couldn’t come up with any reason to get out of her comfort zone on the big day, after all. ‘It’s their bodies and our selves, people.’ Wouldn’t that fit nicely on a bumper sticker? Yes but Kathryn Jean wouldn’t want to brook their complaining. They’re all very insensitive you see (you).

Anyway, I’d bet my bottom dollar women are thrilled to have the same options as men, sexually speaking. Not getting pregnant last weekend. Not getting pregnant next weekend. I’ll say God bless The Pill and you can take that as insultingly as you like, Catholics. The same goes for abortion too. I would not want to live in a world without that last-ditch option.

Whenever Kathryn writes something as clay-footed and Victorian as this I am immediately reminded she’s in her mid-30s and a virgin. If she’d had any experience with actual hot and heavy romance, I might take these tracts a little more seriously.

To that end, it hit me that she might never have even dated. I wondered if she’d ever been spotted with, I don’t know, a Newsmax editor at Elaine’s or something. I thought I might look at her Wikipedia entry:

So there. The life of a token Vatican hire is lonely. We can look forward to the same post from the same person 10 years from now, at the 50 year be-laboring. That’s 3,645 pills from now, unless you’re the type to huck the placebos.

For all the questions we have about the Sandy Hook shootings, it’s depressing that we have so few answers. ‘Why?’ and ‘WHY?’ being the pressing formers and ‘Who knows?’ being the latter. Unless you’re a pro-life scold of course. Then the confusion and pain swap places with humble wisdom and the willingness to impart Truth. For any and all questions within sniffing distance of evil or ethics or the over-browning of morning toast, the one answer is ‘Abortion.’

In this sort of moral vacuum, where even the most precious and basic freedom, that of life itself, is no longer respected, a society that is increasingly violent and barbaric is bound to arise. We see the effects of that culture daily, and that is the real problem we face. Even if all the guns in the world suddenly disappeared, the carnage would not cease.

But it would sink like a stone. It’s hard to run through a school and kill children at the rate of oh 50 per hour without a gun. Bullets are well-suited to the purpose. They’re easy to dispatch, accurate and difficult to dodge. Otherwise you might try grenading your targets, which could certainly work except for one thing: Grenades are hard to come by. Isn’t that weird?

The Chinese assailants [the lone slasher -- I the oblivious . .] had no guns, the Aztecs had no guns, and Planned Parenthood uses no guns. Perhaps the boy in Connecticut who killed his mother thought that if the law permitted his mother to kill him in, or on the way out of, her womb, he should have the same right.

So the mystery of “What the hell was he thinking?” is solved. Adam Lanza was obsessed with his legal rights in the wake of Roe v. Wade. Thank you Columbo.

Too late, libtards. Tea Party favorite and Representative of Tennesee’s 4th District, Dr. Scott Desjarlais, is some kind of Herculean liar. The conveniently-delayed transcript of his divorce proceedings just got released, and what a bonanza. The “consistent supporter of pro-life values” and his first wife aborted two pregnancies, one because they were fighting. And:

. . the couple’s 2001 trial transcript also confirms DesJarlais had sexual relationships with at least two patients, three coworkers and a drug representative while he was chief of staff at Grandview Medical Center in Jasper, Tenn. During one affair with a female patient, DesJarlais prescribed her drugs, gave her an $875 watch and bought her a plane ticket to Las Vegas, records show.

Here’s how he dealt with another patient conquest of his:

DesJarlais, who is now 48 years old, admitted in court to pressuring the woman over the phone to get an abortion, but said the whole conversation was a scheme orchestrated by him and his wife — with whom he had reconciled — to get the 24-year-old to admit she was not really pregnant . .

Under oath, DesJarlais said he and his wife recorded his phone conversation with the woman “to find out whether the girl was telling the truth or not.”

The recorded call was leaked during the campaign.

That directly contradicts the congressman’s campaign Facebook page, where he told supporters the phone conversation “was recorded without my knowledge.”

“ … [The] media wrongly reported that I recorded the conversation myself,” DesJarlais wrote in the Oct. 12 note that was “liked” by 521 people. “I was recorded unknowingly and without my consent.”

That whopper he told back in October.

. . he carried on a four-month sexual affair with another patient, a woman he prescribed pills for during their relationship. He stressed that there was “nothing wrong” with the prescriptions he wrote, which included the painkiller Darvocet, and was indignant when asked about claims he had handled medication improperly . .

According to the American Medical Association, “Sexual contact that occurs concurrent with the patient-physician relationship constitutes sexual misconduct.”

And he’s professionally unethical. He’s your all-around values American.

During a messy break-up with his ex-wife, DesJarlais allegedly held a gun in his mouth for three hours, “dry fired” a gun outside his wife’s locked bedroom door, and was accused of other forms of spousal abuse.

Scott won re-election, of course, because it’s Tennessee.

Deadbeat Tea Party daddy Rep. Joe Walsh is losing his re-election bid to Tammy Duckworth. The looming defeat may be making Joe a little extra-whacky as he dropped a doozy in his debate last night. See it below. But I ask you: How is that angry men know more about female reproductive biology than scientists? More than gynecologists? More than . . women?

Walsh went on to assert that women whose health would be jeopardized if they carry their fetus to term are simply using the exception as a “tool” to get an abortion for “any reason.”

“With modern technology and science, you can’t find one instance… There’s no such exception as life of the mother. And as far as health of the mother, same thing, with advances in science and technology, health of the mother has become a tool for abortions anytime under any reason.”

Last year, Rep. Jackie Speier took to the House floor to defend Planned Parenthood in the midst of an effort to de-fund it. She spoke of having to undergo an abortion that sacrificed her future child. The procedure had to be done in order to save Jackie’s life.

This e-card went up on the Obama campaign’s Tumblr site earlier today:

Underneath, it read “Because they kinda do.” I love it. But the card was never properly approved, so it got taken down. Too bad. Conservatives, you can guess, are absolutely furious about this, this, outrage. In the throes of such indignation, their complaints are less than typically cogent. Lifenews:

The Obama campaign is, once again, reducing women to the sum of their reproductive organs — assuming that women voters have nothing else they are interested in other than abortion.

The Obama 2012 campaign’s official home on Tumblr approved a new graphic that assumes women are wombs.

The text should have been different. “We will find a way to vote on November 6th,” or something like that. “We don’t have arms, but we do have opinions.” Townhall:

It’s official, liberals think women are idiots. Between the birth control talk, thinking women only care about free stuff, cheap abortion, sex and now this, Team Obama has judged women not as humans with brains capable of making decisions for themselves, but as voters with “lady” parts.

Team Obama has judged women . . as voters with ‘lady’ parts. Right as rain. Couldn’t be more accurate. That’s how the whole mess started. National Review:

You know whose lady parts are actually in danger? The unborn girls who President Obama and the Democrats refuse to protect by banning sex-selective abortions.

Now there’s a wildfire sure to wipe women out. You might note how that’s working to your advantage, Buckleys. You care again why? Instapundit:

Is liberalism rooted in sexual insecurity, and the female equivalent of castration anxiety? Because it kind of looks that way. . . .

Glenn could use all sorts of help here with “castration.” Any volunteers? Nillabyte:

Several one-issue women, the women who think they have a constitutional right to birth control and abortion (also known as sex without consequences), are intellectually blind.

The “intellectually blind” who figure they have a “right to birth control and abortion” may have gotten their hands on a Braille Constitution. Or a list of federal statutes. Let there be light. PJ Tatler:

So to the Obama supporter, the election is not about the economy or America’s standing in the world. It’s about lady parts.

I wasn’t aware that Bill Clinton was on the ballot again.

Zing! Ladies love a clod with a sense of humor. Jawa Report:

Much like in Islam, the Democratic party views women as sexual organs. We are now just a hair away from being asked to cover up . .

This is the real ‘war on women.’

When women value themselves, it’s chattel slavery. You can count the few days before they are forced to fulfill their masters’ filthy desires, night and day. Allahu Akbar, bitch.

Note: Re-written because I was bored.

Say what?

Here’s one way you can fight abortion. You can go back to the womb, back to the seldom-remembered time before you were born, or right after you were born but months before the vagina shuttle dropped you off at the delivery ward, and you can watch Jesus punch your mom in the face because she’d like to take Franklin Roosevelt’s RU486 pills. Then you can tell a harrowing first-hand account of Holocaust zygote survival to your Christian pals and high-five everybody because you just won the all-time yuck episode of Fear Factor.

Delivered from Abortion: Healing a Forgotten Memory
July 31, 2012 By Gordon Dalbey

Late in the fall of 1943, as Nazi submarines terrorized Allied shipping, a young Navy officer and his wife faced a terrible dilemma when he deployed to an aircraft carrier in the North Atlantic.

What to do. Should we abort our future hallucinating baby? Or should we have the Nazis do it? They’re not about to feed and clothe an eight pound homeless person. Oops: SPOILER ALERT. Oh well, Gordon’s mom is pregnant, back to the drama unfolding:

The doctor, however, had a solution to her problem. Handing her a small, dark red vial and scheduling her for an appointment the following week, he explained that he could “fix everything” quickly and easily after she took the pills.

Days later, before the appointment, the young woman shook the pills out of the vial into her hand and closed her fist. Shaking from both cold and anxiety, she poured a glass of water with her other hand. Uneasily, she hesitated and looked out a frost-covered kitchen window. “What if this is the son my husband wants?” she thought. Turning to her fist, she paused, then opened it and lifted the glass of water.

Remarkable lyrical details from the scene supplied by Gordon, especially considering the vantage point. Maybe his womb was brilliantly lit and richly appointed with sight-lines, glass and mirrors. Whether it’s hosting an impromptu Summer fest for the neighbors or a cozy detente in the whisper campaigns among the executive class, the guests frequently ooh and aah at the views from Gordon’s crystal palace. How you ladies manage to lug one of these eyesores around is a mystery. I’d be crankier.

“At the last minute, she just threw the pills away into the trash can.”

This jarring revelation stirred a host of unsettling, lifelong mysteries.

I remembered my recurrent nightmare of swimming frantically underwater and, strangely, breathing while submerged—an amniotic, prenatal “memory”? Once, I told a psychiatrist how I felt “trapped” and panicky in close relationships with women. Fears of death had dogged me, and a pervasive, empty sense of not belonging anywhere.

It’s starting to make sense. The water. The nightmares. The bouncing and the noise whenever the tenement janitor dropped by to say “Toodle-oo Carol. Don’t you look nice today?” The pieces fit.

Lying on the floor, I curled up in a fetal position and imagined the kitchen scene 35 years earlier as my sister had related it: myself tightly bound inside my mother’s womb, her holding the pills and glass of water, pausing over her decision.

As I “saw” my mother lift the pills, I began to shake in terror. “Jesus, help!” I cried out suddenly, desperately. “Save me, Jesus!” As I lay trapped and trembling, in my mind’s eye I saw a figure come into the kitchen and stand by my mother. With a single gesture, he reached and swept the pills out of her hand and into the trash can.

Amazed, I watched as he then turned to me. “You don’t owe your life to your mother,” he declared. “It was I who stayed her hand. You belong to me.”

I tried to say something. But with the silent wave of his hand, strong and thin, he simply replied “No.” Our eyes met, I couldn’t tear myself away. That’s how the most amazing night of my life began BOOOWN-CHIGGA-DOWN-BWAAAOOOOOWWW no I’m kidding. Too easy.

A cool sensation of release swept over me. Sighing deeply, I lay quiet.

Later, I remembered Jesus’ promise to his followers, “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” (John 8:32NIV).

Indeed, this watershed experience freed me to face many unhealthy dynamics in my life—most notably, feeling overly responsible for my mother’s happiness and guilty for wanting a life of my own.

That last bit could use highlighting if ever there’s a non-fiction version of this drama. That part’s actually compelling. What? Right, The King stays in the picture, got it.

Today, 68 years later, I remain humbled by this unwieldy yet compelling mystery—and determined to entertain it. I’m neither obligated to believe nor ashamed to be alive.

I’m privileged to testify. The more I do, the more thankful I am to God, and the more determined I am to see others experience that saving power themselves.

So that they, too, may garner the same sort of forensic attention. By the way of visions-and-visits-with-Jesus. Imagine how difficult to believe some of this would be if it weren’t true.

Who’s to blame for the carnage in Aurora, Colorado? It’s complicated. It’s complicated in the sense that there are so very many people and things to blame. It’s a wonder the country gets a decent night’s rest given all the damning Hollywood free-speechifying and deity-insulting the Kardashians and you so publicly enjoy.

We should have all gone the smited way of Atlantis by now, but thanks to whoever keeps the Jesus bolts in their quiver (Billy Graham?), only a few of us were brutally, predictably slaughtered recently. The rest of us remain to take responsibility for whatever the gods and a devil’s bargain (The Enlightenment) hath wrought.

The menu? If you’re Rush Limbaugh, it’s the movie’s fault.

“So Batman in the sixties on TV metastasizes to a sick dystopian, hyper-violent Batman movie in 23 years. Twenty-three years since Batman on TV to the first Batman movie. And the birth of the modern Batman series of films with which the killer in Aurora explicitly identified, by his own admission…”

If you’re Bryan Fischer, it’s the liberals fault.

“. . we’ve tried it the liberals’ way for sixty years now and what do we got? We have massacres in Aurora. 12 people shot dead while they’re watching a movie at midnight.”

If you’re Pastor Jerry Newcombe, it’s the atheists’ fault.

“How do we make sense out of this kind of thing? Why do things like this happen?

I can’t help but feel that to some extent, we’re reaping what we’ve been sowing as a society. We said to God, ‘Get out of the public arena.’ Lawsuit after lawsuit, often by misguided ‘civil libertarians,’ have chased away any fear of God in the land — at least in the hearts of millions.”

If you’re Matt Barber, it’s abortion’s fault.

“Am I comparing this incredibly wicked, illegal mass murder at Aurora’s Century Theatre to the incredibly wicked, legal mass murder committed at Planned Parenthoods across the country each day? Absolutely – and you can quote me on it. . .

We as a nation – as a people – have turned our backs on God. We have rebelled against Him and have forgotten that it was He and He alone who gave us 200-plus years of prosperity, unprecedented in world history.

We have left Him, so why are we surprised He’s leaving us? We have said, “We don’t need you, leave us alone.”

And so He has.”

If you’re Russell Pearce, it’s gun control’s fault.

“Had someone been prepared and armed they could have stopped this ‘bad’ man from most of this tragedy. He was two and three feet away from folks, I understand he had to stop and reload. Where were the men of flight 93????”

If you’re Pastor Rick Warren, it’s evolution’s fault.

If you’re Louie Gohmert, it’s the Constitution’s fault.

“You know what really gets me, as a Christian, is to see the ongoing attacks on Judeo-Christian beliefs, and then some senseless crazy act of terror like this takes place . .

We have been at war with the very pillars, the very foundation of this country. . . We’ve threatened high school graduation participations, if they use God’s name, they’re going to be jailed … I mean that kind of stuff. Where was God? What have we done with God? We don’t want him around. I kind of like his protective hand being present.”

BONUS: An eighth thing to take the blame. Or people, to take the blame. If you’re once again Russell Pearce, it’s the victims’ fault.

“Where were the men of flight 93???? Someone should have stopped this man. Someone could have stopped this man. Lives were lost because of a bad man, not because he had a weapon, but because no one was prepared to stop it. Had they been prepared to save their lives or lives of others, lives would have been saved. All that was needed is one Courages/Brave [sic] man prepared mentally or otherwise to stop this it could have been done.”

Just because it’s pitch dark and you’re lying on the ground because you’ve taken a bullet and the shooter is dressed in a black helmet and black body armor from head to toe is no reason to be a coward.

Everything America does, it sucks. You know? Right? Multi-culturalism, psychiatry, education. Public trials, private executions. When you have sex, that’s all wrong.

The Sexual Revolution Depends on Big Government
By David French | National Review

Maggie Gallagher’s and William Duncan’s posts are important reminders about the extent to which the sexual revolution is sustained and empowered by government.

Meeting people and dating them. And having sex. Bureaucracy at its very worst.

While it’s fairly obvious that legalized abortion, no-fault divorce, and — to a lesser extent — the new contraception mandate, create the legal structures necessary to launch a more libertine, self-indulgent lifestyle, less obvious is the extent to which government moves to mitigate the rather dramatic negative cultural and economic effects of that same self-indulgence.

Well, it’s not tanking the stock market. But you participate in it, and you enjoy it, and boy how that stinks. You meet Miss Roundheel on Wednesday and boink yourselves into a marriage by the weekend. Please to stop doing that. Why? Because you go all abortion and divorce. And because of personal reasons only known to you. Who thinks this is freedom? You and the Kenyan. Weep for the job creators.

Incidentally: If you’re a woman who miscarries a pregnancy, you have to go to the hospital and undergo a bunch of obstetric exams to figure out whether it was a crime. This is a would-be blessing of David’s small government. You get to join his war on sex freedom.

If citizens were forced to bear more of the weight of their sexual decisions, would those decisions be different? History suggests the answer is a rather decisive “yes.”

And you click the link for the rhetorical knock-out punch, but it’s a statistical piece from 2006 on the children of unwed parents. Apparently, the mere idea of Kate Hudson is meant to clout the pro-sex argument out of the bargain. WRONG. Oprah Winfrey, on the other hand, was also born. Touche’.

We social conservatives hold the line on same-sex marriage not because we think it is more destructive than abortion and no-fault divorce (obviously it is not) but because all of these trends are rooted in the same destructive ideological and spiritual impulses that lead us to discard natural law, privilege adult wants over all other values, and erase even our most long-held liberties in the name of sexual desire.

You want to have sex with somebody but not make babies. This is the desire that holds America in its alien claws. The place isn’t fit for us, in any form, obviously.

Kathryn Lean Lopez, resident obtuse humorless Catholic at National Review, does research. You walk past the oscilloscopes, through the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance laboratory at the end of the hall, and waaaay back there, you find her. Switching knobs, twirling dials. Monitoring the output.

Liberty’s Beating Heart

I turned on my television Thursday morning and heard a beating heart.

It was the beautiful, vulnerable sound of an unborn baby’s still-developing heart, transmitted by ultrasound. “We don’t know her eye color,” the voiceover said. “Whether she’ll be a redhead or brunette . .”

But we all know she’ll have 50 states and plenty of coastline. K-Lo hears the beating heart of America. As always, she’s wrong.

The ad was for a medical group in northern Virginia. “Join the future of health,” the commercial urged.

It was quite the paradox that later that same day, the House of Representatives voted down a bill to prohibit sex-selective abortion.

They voted ‘No’ even after the ad? My life, bagled. We live in a dystopia where legislators can simply ignore whatever makes K-Lo cry. What has happened to us? When did we come ’round to thinking randomly produced, cleverly edited clips were less than Reality Itself?

. . a search for the missing girls around the world tells a different story — as does a click on one of Live Action’s new undercover videos, reminding us that brutality and unjust laws are not foreign to America.

Directed by brave young Lila Rose, one of the latest investigative videos shows a woman in Planned Parenthood’s flagship clinic in Manhattan explaining that she has been married for seven years, has a daughter, and now wants a son. Just as Live Action has encountered before, a Planned Parenthood worker doesn’t flinch in the facilitation of a sex-selective abortion.

Wrong again. “The employee asked the activist, ‘And have you guys — you know, ’cause we’re required to discuss all of the, you know, a patient’s options — is adoption something that you were interested in considering?’” That part was edited out, so, no flinchies nyah nyah.

Did someone say something about a war on women? Live Action just exposed one.

Wrong again again. When actors pretend to do something, it doesn’t really happen.

Wisconsin Citizens Media Co-op reports:

Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker, Tuesday afternoon’s recall target, goggle-eyed homunculus hired by Koch Industries to manage its midwest subsidiary formerly known as the state of Wisconsin®, isn’t what he appears to be?

Self-banging Tea Party skank. Dedicated enemy of the working stiff. Assassin for the national big-business bully brigade. Point man for the cradle-to-grave poverty interests. A whopping butthole too, along with all that, but not the Jeezus-trembler he’d have us believe.

No, if true, Scott Walker isn’t the man of steadfast principles and moral steel he’s been imitating on the TV, before the voters, around the polling stations. He’s your extra sonuvabitch. A “You’re pregnant so what’s that got to do with me?” kind of guy.

Bernadette Gillick was a college freshman in 1988 when she first met Scott Walker. It was spring semester, and she had just transferred to Marquette University. She was assigned a room in O’Donnell Hall (then a women’s dormitory), which she shared with her new roommate, Ruth (not her real name). Ruth was dating Scott Walker, who was 20 at the time, and, according to Bernadette, Ruth was deeply in love with him.

Midway through that spring semester, Bernadette alleges, Ruth found out she was pregnant. She informed her boyfriend, Scott, and initially he was supportive. That support changed to callous indifference for his girlfriend’s predicament after Scott informed his parents of the pregnancy.

Bernadette reports that at this point Scott began denying that he was the father of the baby, and when Ruth said she was considering an abortion, he claimed he didn’t care, as he wasn’t the father anyway . .

AHEM:

“Walker has stated that he is ’100% pro-life’ and that he believes life should be protected from conception to natural death. He opposes abortion in all circumstances, including in cases of rape, incest, or to protect the life of the mother. He supports abstinence-only sex education in the public schools, and opposes state supported clinical services that provide birth control and testing and treatment of sexually transmitted diseases to teens under the age of 18 without parental consent. He supports the right of pharmacists to refuse to fill prescriptions for contraceptives on religious or moral grounds . . ”

“I supported her as he went from encouraging her to get an abortion, to telling me it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut, to denying that he was the father and having his own mother call her and tell her to stop erroneously accusing her son of paternity,” Bernadette recounts.

It was a “horrible time” for her friend. “Imagine her being 18 years old and pregnant, walking around Marquette’s Jesuit Catholic campus with her boyfriend denying he was the father,” says Bernadette. . .

After consulting with her family, Ruth decided against an abortion. Bernadette was with Ruth in the hospital for the birth of her child later that year (and says Walker was not present), and later stood up as a bridesmaid in Ruth’s 1992 marriage to another man. She says Walker eventually had to concede that he was the father, after the birth and paternity test.

. . so if having a nasty turd for your governor makes Wisconsin any much better, vote for Scottie. If not, recall the bastard.

UPDATE: Latest says the whole story is wrong, that the father was another Scott Walker at Marquette. Well, if this is case, I sincerely apologize to the sonuvabitch. By the way, if having a nasty turd for your governor makes Wisconsin any much better, vote for Scottie. If not, recall the bastard.

UPDATE II: Okay, it wasn’t the other Scott Walker. So who was it? Gillick stands by her assertion:

According to Dr. Gillick’s attorney, Michael Fargione, who was present for an interview of Dr. Gillick conducted by Dave Umhoefer from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel last week, he asked Dr. Gillick, “How do you know it was this Scott Walker?” She told him she had multiple conversations with him because her roommate was dating him. She exchanged words with him directly and in person after, as she alleges, he turned on her roommate once she notified him of her pregnancy and became unsupportive of her. “There is no mistake that it’s him,” she said.

So the only one denying it is the child’s mother. Who may have never told the child who her/his real father was, understandably. It’s currently the big story in politics, and the Governor remains stone silent, two days before the recall. Hmm. Tick-tock tick-tock . .