PRESIDENT MYRNA MALONEY FLYNN'S STATEMENT:

GOVERNOR HEALEY’S CHEMICAL ABORTION EXECUTIVE ORDER

Mifepristone's purpose is to end human life; abortion tourism likely.

“Spring is the time of plans and projects.”  -Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. - Anne Frank

Cleaned out my closet a couple weeks ago and saw a cardboard box shoved into the back. Inside, I found small glories of the ‘80s and among them, a 35mm with a roll of Fuji film still inside. I posted the find on Facebook, figuring I might as well share it with friends who’d relate to the oddity of discovering not only a long-forgotten point-and-shoot camera but a Sony Walkman and mix tape as well. 

Truth supports, advances and accomplishes our mission. I write today to share new truths we’ve learned, so you can, in turn, share them with others.

I am disheartened to let you know that retail pharmacies will soon be allowed to sell the abortion pill, because of an approval by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA).

Thanks to you and your consistent stance against physician-assisted suicide, we celebrate today after the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court ruled that our state's Constitution does not include a right to the procedure.

Perhaps the best thing about a Thanksgiving feast is how surprisingly easy it is to prepare the main course: put turkey into oven, achieve safe temperature for human consumption, take turkey out of oven. Voila! It's the culinary equivalent of “just the facts, ma’am.” 

We just received confirmation that Governor Baker has VETOED $1 million of taxpayer money, which our legislators voted to use to disparage the pregnancy resource centers of our state. The governor simply writes, "I am striking language that earmarks funding for a program not recommended."

Last night, while traveling home from California, which had just passed one of the country’s most radical abortion measures, I spent a layover in Texas. As I rushed from one airport gate to the next, my phone pinged with election results, and not the results I had hoped for. In a moment of frustration, it cynically dawned on me that the entirety of my day was spent jumping through hoops to get from one abortion sanctuary to another; I would return to Logan hauling both luggage and the expectation of trudging along once again, in the uphill fight for life, with which we in Massachusetts are more than a little familiar — a familiar that sometimes feels like the impossible.