14th Amendment and President Trump

This blog post is political. 

President Trump has commented that he is considering an Executive Order to stop giving automatic citizenship to children born in the U.S. by illegal immigrants. 

And the Left lost their minds. 

https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-news/trump-14th-amendment-749396/

I am fully behind the President in this decision and I think the Supreme Court would be too-if it came to that- because of course if Trump does this, the Left and even some on the Right will lose their minds and sue him in court. Not sure how it would work out...courts first or would Congress put a stop to it? Could they? Legally I have no idea who goes first-the chicken or the egg, but I am pretty sure that however it works out, it will be at some point in the courts. 

My thought was that the current Supreme Court would support Trump's Executive Order (should this happen) because no one breaking the law (entering our country illegally) should be entitled to anything but deportation. By breaking our laws to enter the U.S. you should (in my opinion) lose the right to ever be a legal citizen (a resident perhaps-cause lets face it, we can't afford to deport tens of millions of illegals, but not a legal voting citizen). 

Of course, I am practical that way. I don't believe in rewarding criminals. 

Then Jack Posobiec on Twitter pointed out (and then others after him) the historic foundation that would be needed in court to back up such an Executive Order. 

Here it is a bit easier to read...

Link: https://www.loc.gov/law/help/citizenship/pdf/congressglobe_2890.pdf

At this point, even CNN had to concede Trump's got a real chance at making this happen- again, I believe because the current Supreme Court will back such an Executive Order and perhaps if the GOP gains more control in Congress (please God!🙏) there is a chance-tiny I know- that Congress could get on board too. 

CNN quote:  "On one side, supporters of birthright citizenship argue it was established by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution, and settled by the Supreme Court in 1898, when it held that children born in the United States, even to parents not eligible to become citizens, were nonetheless citizens themselves under that amendment.The language of the 14th Amendment by itself seems unambiguous:"All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the state wherein they reside."But let's deconstruct that clause: Anyone [Born Here], plus ["Subject to Jurisdiction Thereof"]. The "being born here" part is clear, but what about the additional requirement of being "subject to jurisdiction [of the U.S.]"?That jurisdictional requirement of the citizenship clause is something you might just read over -- maybe because you got the gist of it at the "born" part of the clause, and just stopped reading. But it's there."[clipped] 
And... 
"Does it instead mean the baby is subject to federal jurisdiction in the sense that the baby must abide by federal laws, like those prohibiting mail fraud or bank robbery? Saying out loud that babies must obey federal law seems just a bit unnecessary -- or insane.Many scholars point to that "jurisdiction" part of the citizenship clause, together with its history, and contemporary law as proof that citizenship is not a constitutional birthright, but something that the government can either giveth, or taketh away."[end]

Courts and Congress? Should be interesting to watch if it happens.


In Christ, 

Julie @ Connecticut Catholic Corner 

#MAGA 😇


Sources: 

https://twitter.com/JackPosobiec/status/1057275904240615424 

https://nypost.com/2018/10/30/paul-ryan-shoots-down-trumps-plan-to-end-birthright-citizenship/ 

https://www.cnn.com/2015/08/18/opinions/cevallos-trump-14th-amendment/index.html 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=68&v=H0d21nQBY8o 

Baby Nevernamed

I am baby Nevernamed. 

Many people call me an “unborn child”, I prefer "pre-born child". I’m a person. A person in the earliest stages of growth and development. It was never a question as to whether or not I am human or if I’d leave the womb. 

The question was only... when? What would my birthday be? At this point, they call it my Mommy's "due date", but for me, it's when will my birthday be? Or rather, when would my birthday be... if I was going to have one.

I’m an eight week old pre-born child. I’ve done a lot of growing in my eight weeks of life in my Mommy's womb. I’m an inch long and weigh 0.1 oz. and my heart is beating about 150 beats a minute, that’s faster than my Mommy’s heart beats. 

All my major organs are formed, even my muscles are growing so I can be big and strong one day. I have two eyes that I can move, a nose and a mouth full of taste buds! I even have all my tooth buds for my first teeth. I have all my tiny fingers and all ten tiny toes and they wiggle. I can move! Sometimes, if I can catch it, I suck my thumb - I really like that. Once I even had the hiccups! There is so much I have to look forward to, each day is another step forward for me and full of new and exciting things. So much potential in my future- if I had a future.

Soon I won’t ever have the hiccups again. And I only have a little while left to suck my thumb, yawn, wiggle my toes and stretch my tiny arms. I’ll never use my taste buds or my baby teeth. I'll never know a grandma or grandpa or brother or sister or cousin.  I won’t ever see light or hear my Mommy’s voice outside the womb. I'll never feel a kiss on my forehead or arms hugging me. I'll never see a smile or give a smile back.

I’ll never even be named.

Someone told my Mommy she could pay someone to kill me. They told her she has a ‘right’ and a ‘choice’ to make sure I never get born. Nobody gave me my ‘rights’ or my ‘choice’. No one will give me the future I am supposed to have.  My entire life span takes place in the warm nourishing womb of my mother who is even now planning to pay someone to kill me. 

No life outside the womb.  No rights to my future and nobody to even gave me a name.

Please help me and all the other pre-born human beings who want their ‘right’ to life. The right to see the sky, taste food, breath air and the right to have a birthday and a name. I can’t talk yet, so I need others to speak for me and my rights to life. Please support a Pro-Life group today and let everyone know that I have a Right to Life and I want a name.

Thank you for taking a moment out of your life to think of the life of a pre-born human being.

In memory of, 

all the babies never named...


Please pray for an end to ALL abortion and support the Right to Life!


In Christ,

Julie @ Connecticut Catholic Corner


**I originally shared this post in 2008.

Screams From The Womb; Regrets From The Tomb

written by Doug - Connecticut Catholic Corner Contributor

 

I am nestled and nurtured, warm and content, within the safest place on Earth, where no foe can make a dent, my beloved mother’s womb.

 

And who on this Earth, or even in Heaven or Hell, could ever predict, or dare tell, that this place would become my trap and my tomb?



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Why are you doing this to me? And for help, to whom shall I call? What did I do to you to deserve this? This shock, anguish, agony, and all.

 

My panicked screams are fervent, even strident to my protector, my beloved and nurturing mother dear. Yet they pierce through my surrounding darkness only to vanish unanswered in the outside air, as if no one is there, capable, or perhaps even willing to hear.

 

In a foot race, my now rapidly bounding and terrorized heart could easily beat us. Yet I am but a mere lump of internal tissue to be vanquished and wasted. I have a name, but they insist on calling me “fetus.”

 

They invade and violate me, my tiny limbs broken, my tender pink flesh torn. I can fully feel pain, but this overpowering agony I am defenseless to stop, I think because they also call me “unborn.”

 

I was once so loved, and peaceful, snuggled safe and warm. I gasp and grimace as if my seemingly unending torture only continues, stretching all of my sinews, with more of my skin torn. My confused and bedazzled young and defenseless heart pleads for mercy, now feeling as so very alone, as betrayed and so bitterly forlorn.

 

I am too young to process, but old enough to sense, I beg someone out there to hear me, to intervene and please stop this now, and explain what is happening to my now haven, turned torture chamber, where I am entrapped, shocked, and confused, and where sudden suffering is so indescribably intense.

 

I feel cold, hear noise and am blinded by a blinding beam of light. Burning tears stream down my innocent cheeks, my remaining arm outstretched, trying to ward off this inconceivable fight. Where once I ingested and grew to better thrive, my little fingers are reaching for anything to hold on to, as I now struggle, just to so desperately survive.

 

My last tormented memories of my once cherished and beloved home will be of strange objects, sensations and horrific turmoil, and my uncomforted wincing with the harsh snapping of my little bones.

 

The clinging remains of me will be treated, lest mother bleed. I still do not know why I was so reviled and expelled from her, never again for her to love, and to internally feed.

 

The area will be sanitized to supposedly cleanse that which was demonized, but scant memories too painful to bear will be suppressed as she is later told to dress, as if I had never lived and dwelled there.

 

Up from high in the air, I look down upon my mother, alone with her thoughts and feelings, as she silently weeps while clearing from her eyes her frazzled and tear-matted hair.

 

Between sobs in her desolation and despair she so bitterly whispers, “Oh my precious one…” and I know she is referring to me. Why, oh why then, my maternal guardian, did you condone this unprovoked punishment that in both of us has now caused such deep and stinging agony?

 

If you are so conflicted, why then did you make this choice? When at the end of nine months, you could hold me close to your breast, and in our natural bonding, we could both so unabashedly and freely rejoice?

 

What then changed this natural course of events? What influenced your mind and froze your once warm, loving motherly heart? What was it that so overpowered your maternal instincts, what was it that was so powerful and immense?

 

Was it despair, despondency, financial woes, fear, drugs, or an excess of imbibing booze?

 

“No,” as in her loneliness she loudly and angrily exclaimed in the cold solace of her room, as she reflected and recalled my peril, anguish and doom. She pondered and soon knew what was the cause and what ended it all.

 

“Twas simply the common trap she, and others had been deceived and led astray into. An empty promise, a quick fix, with supposedly no strings to cling to.

 

The cause was not feelings, finances or fear, nor impairment from drugs or even an excess of booze. Just the haughty and insidious excuse, the one too often and too simplistically called “the right to choose.”

 

And so now in this room, so white, cold, sterile and smelling medicinal, did my grisly demise occur, simply because of a choice, and nothing at all even remotely hateful or visceral.

 

Of me, there are only left parts, some indiscernible, and none deemed worthy to save. Had they collected them, they would be hard pressed to fill my tiny, unnaturally sized grave.

 

What was once a warm, radiant sunny day is now silent and dismal, as the sun recedes and the day succumbs to dark.

 

My mother goes home and takes a pill from her “healthcare” practitioner, who recommends it to help her sleep soundly and well.

 

But in the blackness of night for her, there will be no bliss, just loneliness, regret, and unquenchable emotional Hell.

 

If only I could have spoken before that mother/child bond was broken, I would have pleaded, and if she could have heard, she would most likely respond lovingly to my cry and call.

 

Instead, she drank of the modern secular elixir, the Siren’s alluring trap which all promised would fix her.

 

Now I am gone and she, in her new found Hell, lies anxious and awake, as the clock slowly ticks down to dawn. Where are all her friends and advisors now? The ugly deed is finished, and they are suddenly gone.

 

No one was saved and no one was fixed. I was killed and she was tricked.

Now she lies awake, tormented through the night, which nothing to hold or coddle, but the regret of her “choice.”

 

And now, also the sudden and sickening realization, that God saw it all.

-Doug-

(Pregnant and scared? Abortion is not your only "choice." Need help for both you and your child? Contact Birth Right at 1-800-550-4900, or www.birthright.org. Are you suffering from an abortion you have had? There is help available for you, too. Contact Project Rachel at 1-888-456 HOPE (4673), or at www.hopeafterabortion.org. God bless!)