While my conservative friends continue to rail against the idea, it does indeed feel like we’re seeing a re-run of the same bad movie we watched during the 90s. Why is it that whenever a Democrat is in the White House it seems like the crazies come out of the woodwork? This is the subject of my column at Pajamas Media this week, and I invite you to read and comment.

In addition, though, I’ll share one item which doesn’t appear in the column. Our family had some personal experience with Randall Terry and his pack of miscreants from Operation Rescue back in the day. (Most of the people in upstate New York have their own personal memories of this crowd.) We have the memory of a young lady, short on money, who was attending college and taking advantage of the deeply discounted rates for OB-GYN care at a particular clinic. She was not pregnant, nor did she have any interest in anything to do with an abortion. Still, one of the lovely, compassionate, “pro-life” protesters decided to chuck a rock at her head, opening up a gash that required several stitches and covering her shirt in blood.

If Randall Terry had turned up dead back in the 90s, one of my uncles would probably still be sitting in jail for it today. (And rightly so, of course.) If you want to try to claim that this pack mentality and overheated rhetoric don’t matter and don’t lead to violence, well… good luck with that.