Wacko. Liar. Cheater. Predator.

Recent headlines shine the spotlight on a growing trend polluting our public spaces: name-calling, accusations, put-downs, swearing and other forms of abusive language hurled at those we think are wrong or have failed us.

Worried about climate change? Hold onto your hat for demographic winter.

Abortion for any reason at any time has become radically normalized. One need look no further than abortion groups’ distribution of abortifacients at pop star Olivia Rodrigo’s concerts to see how much it pervades our culture. As a father of three daughters within the average ages of Rodrigo’s fans, my heart breaks for all women who have been sold the false promises of abortion. Thankfully, the distribution of these drugs has since stopped after widespread media backlash. Nevertheless, scenarios like this show that the lies of abortion are constantly bombarding vulnerable women and girls.

I was disappointed with the Register’s April 21 front page and page 5 article. It was a one-sided view of a very complicated situation.

When I read Quinton Amundson’s April 28 article “St. John’s closures ‘canonically unsound,’ ” I couldn’t help thinking that it reveals another instance of the Church trying to evade its responsibilities to victims of sexual abuse.

I have very much missed the God’s Word on Sunday column by Fr. Scott Lewis the last three weeks. I hope his column will soon return. Over many years my husband and I have looked forward to reading it every week before attending Sunday Mass.

Anne Jankulak

Thornhill, Ont.

(We’re listening – the Editor.)

I was shocked by the headline on the April 21 issue of The Catholic Register.

As Alex Schadenberg points out in his April 28 Verbatim article, the commitment of the federal government to State-sponsored killing has gained astonishing momentum. Though promoted as mercy, the program looks more like an economically motivated cull. No doubt Canadians who are alive are more expensive than Canadians who are dead.

Lise Anglin,

Toronto

(But…we save the whales – the Editor.)

Growing up, my Aunt Louise was at our house for every major holiday. My sister and I slept over at her house when my parents were moving. To this day I get nostalgic about Dr. Pepper for the simple reason that she let me drink it.

I’ve often said the dumbest place I’ve ever been is university. Said often tongue in cheek, when I see what is happening on campuses across North America right now, it’s really not that far off base.