Predictably, the murder of abortionist George Tiller has led to his being proclaimed by pro-abortion groups a martyr for the cause of women’s rights. Perhaps the most chilling hagiographies so far is from William Saletan at Slate , where the late-term abortionist is compared to a soldier fighting a bloody battle for his country:

To me, Tiller was brave. His work makes me want to puke. But so does combat, the kind where guts are spilled and people choke on their own blood. I like to think I love my country and would fight for it. But I doubt I have the stomach to pull the trigger, much less put my life on the line . . . .

The people who do late-term abortions are the ones who don’t flinch. They’re like the veterans you sometimes see in war documentaries, quietly recounting what they faced and did. You think you’re pro-choice. You think marching or phone-banking makes you an activist. You know nothing. There’s you, and then there are the people who work in the clinics. And then there are the people who use the forceps. And then there are the people who use the forceps nobody else will use. At the end of the line, there’s George Tiller.

Now he’s gone. Who will pick up his forceps?

Yes. Who will pick up his forceps, storm the womb, and rally against the most threatening of enemies—the unarmed, vulnerable, innocent, unborn child?

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