This is just an honest self examination of a trumpet player who wants to stop abortion and is just
doing his best to figure out how. I'm just by myself out in my back yard, in front of my geodesic
chicken house, with my goats munching corn behind me, going over all the reasons which a couple of
lawyers have told me my strategy must inevitably fail. Actually, the bottom line for me is not "will my words persuade this time" but "are my words true?" Show me where they are not, and I'll go off in a corner and practice some scales. If they are, I want to swing my hammer of truth and justice and freedom at the tinsel of tyranny until nothing is left.