by Lorette C. Luzajic
Part 3 of the Pillars of Faith series.
God Hates Baby Killers
Neal Horsley is to abortion what Fred Phelps is to “gay abomination.”
Obsessively hoarding pics of mutilated fetuses is something even pro-life advocates question. But “normal” Christians are just tools of the devil, to Neal, as guilty as the actual baby murderers.
Georgia-born Horsley knows Satan’s master plan is to snare unborn babies for his lair. Those who disapprove the method to his madness are character assassins, and part of “the conspiracy.”
Dead baby billboards are not just for abortion clinics anymore. Neal stands outside of restaurants and on street corners to wake up diners and passers by. But posters are only part of Neal’s rescue operation. He rides around the country in a camera-rigged “Holy Roller,” filming doctors and patients at women’s health clinics. Is that your daughter going in for birth control? Your boss committing murder? Women’s safety is no concern to Neal: after all, they’re already born!
The Nuremberg Files
Horsley came under fire a few years back for the “Nuremberg Files” which detailed publicly the names, addresses, phone numbers, license plates, etc. of health workers and pro-choice activists. There were even photos and info about their children, because born children have no right to privacy or right to life! Neal crossed out names where a doctor had been murdered. When the news informed the public of Neal’s agenda, he said it was “yellow journalism” and “hysterical.”
In the Beginning…
Neal was born on a farm in 1944, and maybe that’s where his obsession began: in Esquire, Neal said that while in the womb, his dying dad spoke to him. Dad passed away four months before Neal was born. Neal grew up redneck, joined the Air Force, became a San-Fran hippie, and spent two years in the joint for selling joints. He fancies himself a “counterculture outlaw” who sold dope, “taught” people how to “do” marijuana, impregnated women, and asked two of them to have abortions. He also had — gasp — long hair.
Neal found Jesus in prison, and went to seminary after. Students were shocked when he told them that Christians would be looking “down the barrel of a gun shooting abortionists.” He got involved with extremist pro-lifers, including Paul Hill, who murdered a doctor. Neal also started up The Creator’s Rights Party, and he ran for governor of Georgia. He says nuclear arms would help the south secede from the apostasy of the north.
Doin’ It with Ol’ Bessie
But Neal is more famous for horsing around than for his activism. The guitar-playing-baby-lover who writes lyrics like “the blood of the babies…defiled…that land…” is the same dude who publicly stated that his first girlfriend was a mule. She was warm and moist. Every farm kid screws the livestock, and if we don’t know that, we aren’t living in reality.
Perhaps Neal best consider the fate of those born without fathers. Clearly, the lack of male guidance caused a few problems. No one showed him where to put it.
It may seem easy to dismiss an inbred buffoon with a troubled past as a parody or big joke. Except innocent diners and children are subjected to garish, traumatic images. The videos that he posts online compromise women’s safety and privacy. Health care providers risk their jobs — or lives.
It doesn’t even matter where you stand on abortion, a very emotional issue with complex implications. It’s just a vehicle for what Neal is really all about, the rock star every donkey fucker wants to be when he grows up. “It put me right up there on … a big stage with lots of lights. Rather than shrinking back, I saw it as my opportunity … I’m having a great time. I love it!”
Lorette C. Luzajic is a full-time freelance writer in Toronto. She blogs at Facinating People.
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