The recent 'Pro—choice' rally in the nation's capital gave America and the rest of the world a good view of what life would be like in this country if Hillary Clinton were president. There she was, the potential someday nominee for the nation's highest office, growling like a rabid dog and shaking her fist in the air, like some Latin—American revolutionary. Surrounded by the dregs of Hollywood's liberal Bush haters, the former First Lady fulminated angrily against those who would interfere with a woman's right to kill her babies. Raising her voice to an ugly shriek, she bellowed with righteous indignation about Republicans who dared to tell women they couldn't use abortion as a birth control device.

Keep in mind this is the same woman whose husband practically turned the White House into a brothel, featuring sexual trysts in the Oval Office with star—struck young girls. Ms. Clinton, who pretends to be a leader of women, and capable of dealing with men who lead other industrialized nations, wasn't even capable of dealing with a husband who has a well—earned reputation as a womanizer. Yet, the former First Enabler stood up there at the podium railing about injustices against women. This is the same woman who referred to the charges of sexual harassment against her husband as 'A rightwing conspiracy.' Of course, that was before he was forced to admit his liaison with the ditzy intern who wanted to keep a soiled blue dress for posterity. 

Speaking of ditzy, Susan Sarandon, that ultra—liberal advocate of death row inmates, came prepared with her own wire clothes hanger, ostensibly the symbol of back alley abortions of the past. In the parallel universe in which these people live, it's wrong for the state to execute murderers, but it's okay to allow women to execute innocent children struggling for survival in the womb. Something awful has happened to our country, and we must stop it before it consumes us.

A few decades ago, no one would have believed that this nation founded on Judeo—Christian principles of morality could have been so completely hijacked by a small band of loud and boisterous reprobates, bent on changing the culture of decency into something only a fiend could admire. If you had told me that someday there would be thousands of women massing in Washington DC to support a cause that allows women to decide whether or not they're in the mood to give birth to the child growing within them, I'd have said that you had a grotesque imagination.

Not to be outdone for degradation, Whoopi Goldberg took to the podium to add her gravelly voice to the list of guttural declarations. Ms. Goldberg, whose claim to fame is that she used to do a standup comedy routine in which she would grab at her crotch every time she mentioned President Reagan's name, was nevertheless a hit with the venomous crowd who unashamedly cheered their support for snuffing out the lives of helpless infants. Cybill Shepherd, another Tinseltown twit, was simply agog at the opportunity to appear on the same stage with Hillary and her band of hegemonic hellcats. With a possible future Presidential contender to lead them, the rowdy mob felt justified in venting their collective spleens on national television, without compunction regarding the ugly images of femininity. In fact, Ashley Judd, a junior member of the celebrity circus, proudly wore a T—shirt that read: 'This is what a feminist looks like.'

I disagree. My mother was a feminist too. Not like this motley crew of power hungry demagogues, but a woman who believed that childbirth was a sacred privilege and children were gifts from God. She raised 7 of us with a lot less resources, but a lot more love than that pack of selfish egocentric jackals could ever understand. Feminism is not about reproductive rights, it's about decency, protection of the unborn, and the maternal instinct to nurture, not destroy.

What most Americans saw on display last Sunday in the nation's capital was an example of what happens when liberalism is stretched to the outer limits of sanity, and depicts women as grubby—looking, fist—waving gargoyles with spittle dripping from their mouths and bloodlust in their eyes. When it was all over, the celebrities went back to their Beverly Hills mansions, Hillary returned to her multi—million dollar Westchester County, New York home, and the multitudes of sycophants dispersed in giddy remembrance of their moment in the sun, with the high—profile defenders of infanticide. Yeah, you've come a long way, baby.

Bob Weir writes the syndicated column, "Weir Only "Human." The author of 7 books, he is a retired NYPD sergeant, living in Flower Mound, Texas. BobWeir777@aol.com