The New York Times says it’s permanent.
The clinic, Women’s Health Care Services, Inc., was one of the few in the country to offer late-term abortions.
Tiller, of Wichita, Kan., was shot and killed at his church on May 31. Scott Roeder, an anti-abortion activist, is being held at Sedgwick County Jail awaiting trial.
Even Operation Rescue regrets the timing of the closure. Troy Newman told the Times last week:
“Good God, do not close this abortion clinic for this reason. Every kook in the world will get some notion.”
Dating Jesus 
Reaction from Roeder…
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/06/09/kansas.tiller.clinic/index.html
Thanks, Leftover. I had not seen that, but noticed you caught MSNBC’s coverage of this about the time I stumbled onto the NYTimes’ coverage of it. Great minds (fit into the same-size jars, I think the saying goes).
Two members of The New Conservative Brain Trust.
http://www.popmodal.com/video/2679/Dr-Tiller-the-Baby-Killer-is-Assassinated
The most interesting thing is now the murder of Dr. Tiller has been redefined as “assignation.”
This is not the most informed social commentary I’ve listened to.
It might be “social” in a strict scientific context. It might be “informed” in a scientific context because they seemed to posses the minimum amount of information necessary to utter “Huh?”. But commentary? No. Commentary requires some iota of perception. some clue, as to the meaning of things outside the limited scope found in the interior of one’s own rectum. (My God! Am I quoting Buckley now?)
But it was adapting the term “assignation” to the assassination I found intriguing. It seems to fit the general media attitude toward the event. It was by pure happenstance I discovered such stunning examples of the New Post Neoconservative Reform Republican Movement. (Would that be a Bloviator Movement?)
If not a Bloviator Moment, then a Bloviator Nanosecond. What strikes you about the use of the word “assignation?”
It evokes a sense of inevitability, a fatefulness, to the event. “It was bound to happen.” Like a volcanologist stepping too close to the edge of Kīlauea. Safely isolating the observer, in retrospect, from any culpability in calamity, transferring any external causation to the actions of the victim.
It also has a rather sick romantic aspect to it. The victim pursues a course of action fully knowledgeable of, and anticipating, the inevitability of tragic consequences.
Wow. I’m going to start applying that notion to my own goof-ups. It wasn’t my fault. It was fate, and romantic fate, at that.
I like BM better.