On April 25 several hundred thousand feminists descended on Washington DC for the so-called March for Women’s Lives. Like most slogans in the feminist lexicon, “March for Women’s Lives” bears little resemblance to the truth.

The National Abortion Rights Action League – NARAL – claims that before abortion became legal, 5,000 American women died from illegal abortions each year. Dr. Bernard Nathanson, who co-founded NARAL and later turned away from the abortion crusade, estimated the actual number was closer to 39.

Maybe you’re wondering why your local TV news program didn’t run any news clips about this event. The reason is the parade was so tasteless and vulgar that it would not have made it past the FCC censors.

At the very front of the group was a teenage girl. Over and over, she kept yelling the F-word. Apparently she was put there to desensitize onlookers to the grotesque messages that were soon to follow.

The marchers reveled in virulent anti-Bush slogans. “Kiss my Tush, Bush,” read one of the less offensive placards. Not even mother Barbara was safe from the abortionists’ venom: “If only Barbara had a choice” and “Barbara Chose Poorly” were two of the more popular signs.

When former NOW-head Patricia Ireland appeared on Hannity and Colmes a couple days later, she refused to condemn the anti-Bush posters. Ireland would only explain, “There is deep anger.” Apparently women’s “deep anger” carries greater moral weight than killing an unborn president-to-be.

Acutely aware that public support for their cause is ebbing, the pro-abortionists tried to wrap themselves with the trappings of spirituality. Some protesters carried signs that read, “I asked God. She’s pro-choice.”

But that direct connection with the deity didn’t deter them from vilifying organized religion. One marcher carried a sign that read, “Euthanize Christians.” Once you begin to believe in the Culture of Death, it’s hard to know where to draw the line.

A few carried “Stop Violence Against Women” signs. One wonders where killing unborn baby girls fits into that admonition.

Strutting up Pennsylvania Avenue, the marchers soon came face-to-face with hundreds of counter-demonstrators, standing on opposite sides of the metal barricades. First were the young fathers and mothers, cradling their babies against the cool April breeze. Then the college students, some on their knees praying their rosaries.

Next the marchers passed Silent No More, a group of post-abortive women. One of them, Dr. Aveda King, niece of Martin Luther King, compares abortion to slavery.

Near the end of the parade route, the marchers passed the Navy Memorial. There, Father Reynolds stood alone, making the sign of the cross and offering blessings and prayers.

The Father’s blessings were more than the marchers could handle. As they passed, protesters flipped him off, screaming at the top of their lungs, “pedophile” and “child abuser.” Imagine an abortionist accusing someone else of being a child abuser.

Radical feminism has become almost synonymous with lesbianism. So of course the Lesbian Avengers, Christian Dykes for Choice, and other homosexual groups made their appearances.

So why was this mass of non-reproducing women screaming for abortion rights?

Maybe these women never learned about the birds and the bees. Or else a lot of lesbians are working side jobs to supplement their income, and are forgetting to use protection.

But the winner of the Most Tortured Logic Award went to Rep. Maxine Waters of California. She announced defiantly to the multitudes, “I have to march because my mother could not have an abortion.”

After witnessing this demonic display, it’s hard to escape the conclusion that feminism contains the seeds of its own imminent destruction.