Summer Fundraiser 2012, Day Three
The theme of this fundraiser week is our discontents, of which I have a slew. And if I tried to list all the Subjects of Outrage that come through our emails, it would be a scroll rolling out of my hand and unfolding past the open door. In other words, right long and dreary.
Today I thought I’d get controversial, pruning this harvest back a bit by addressing a few hot-button items surrounding human reproduction. Though my intention is not to get everybody riled, it’ll probably happen anyway.
I think of our Fundraising Weeks as borderlands and sacred time. It’s not a time-out by any means, but as each donor comes by — many of them familiar names — I am pulled in again to the personal, to the individuals who open the Gates and stop to read what’s on offer. At about that point, all the posts I’ve thought about and let go as off-topic, or too contentious, or too enervatingly what’s-the-use… they all fly in, uninvited and sit here on my shoulders as I type.
So what is my motivation in discussing these in particular? Yes, like all motivations, they’re complicated. These are issues and events that weigh on my mind. Your reactions may be different, but we live in a world that reels from the electric charge of third-rail untouchable problems and then staggers on to a kind of numbed ennui: it is all too much to think about, much less resolve with any sense of equanimity.
And yet they won’t go away.
No, there won’t be a big RESET knobs on these dilemmas; they’re far too complex and have been hanging around too long to admit of any resolution. Sometimes I find them too knotted and disordered to even bear thinking about for too long.
Be ye fruitful and multiply is so out of fashion now that for many people the mate-and-replace rituals aren’t comprehensible any longer. People have stopped asking their thirty-and-forty-something friends, “so where are the babies?” That question was always bad form in the best of times; now it is social suicide. In certain circles of the intelligentsia — the circles Dante described so well — it never occurs to many adults to found a family. Or rather, it seems to them akin to a prison term. “Me? A family? For what??” would be one response. They’re way too wise and knowing to fall for anything so predictable and confining and ultimately boring. Or meaningless.
But nature abhors a vacuum, etc. — so some of the eternal verities, ones that a few of us thought were hard-wired into the human heart have been replaced with a higher ethical standard: DIE OUT, HUMANS. Thus you will find websites proposing we return the earth to her human-free utopian origins. Whatever.
They’re the ones who Visualize Industrial Collapse. I’ve seen ’em but I won’t link to ’em. Instant dystopia dressed up with a pretty picture of earth as seen from space. Make that camera shot far enough away and our human home looks invitingly empty and serene to the Die Outs.
Here’s an argument for the other side, a plea to the young people in Singapore:
He’s right to be concerned. Singapore is at the very bottom of the population losers — and those above Singapore are a dismal lot indeed.
Immigrants? Sure. But he’s one-of-those: he wants the population to be closer to his own DNA than the immigrants are. And he’s old enough and influential enough to say that with impunity. But his wise words to the young will be ignored. Unless there is a good reason to reproduce — a reason stronger and more captivating than the idea of accumulating more stuff and doing more exciting things than watching a kid or two grow up — they aren’t going to hear him over the din of those endlessly distracting pleasures. Rome redux? Yep.
The easiest way to ensure that one escapes the captivity of children is abortion. Wait, it’s not the easiest way — various forms of birth control serve that purpose. But if you want to be all spontaneous and go with the flow of the moment, then various forms of fetal removal will have their appeal.
Abortion has become a “settled consensus” according to the Militant Left. Except it’s not settled at all. Certainly you can choose your stats on this purported consensus, but the polls are surprisingly complex. In the final analysis, 52% of Americans think abortion is “morally wrong”. That doesn’t mean the respondents wouldn’t undergo the procedure or refuse to help another — but they’re caught on the horns of a dilemma and so they answer honestly: “in the best of all possible worlds”, or, “other things being equal” , or, “this is so hard.”
The debate is heating up, though. If it had been left to the states to decide —as it should have been — we’d live a different moral environment now. But the Supremes ruled on Roe vs. Wade in favor of abortion, and that was supposed to be that. Only it wasn’t. And it isn’t — or it isn’t if you live outside the Leftist echo chamber. For many of us — our President not among them — “late-term abortion” is wrong. Period. Past a certain point — and heaven knows the process of pregnancy is a fast-moving target — the average American finds abortion unacceptable.
I’m not going to decide what that point is — you’ve long made up your mind — as I have.
I will say that an undergraduate philosophy thesis, required from that department for graduation, changed my mind for me. Assigned the topic of “Abortion: For or Against” sent me deep into the stacks to find material on this ugly subject. Roe vs. Wade was still new enough, and my advisor sly enough, that I was soon wallowing in the conflicting arguments.
They ran the gamut from “a simple procedure to remove foreign tissue” right on up to “ensouled at the moment of conception”. I went back to my advisor, heaving with anger. First of all, he’d upset my airy “woman’s freedom” position, one I’d arrived at because it didn’t require much reflection. Secondly, I didn’t have a way to order these arguments into any reasonable system. Which was his point, no doubt. Darn the man: I was going to have to think my way to the door if I wanted out of there.
In the final analysis I could only conclude that we simply do NOT know. And when in doubt, the safest moral road is to refrain from an action that can’t be undone. However that simplistic solution didn’t begin to cover the complexities of real life. So in my summation, I backed up to point out the ways in which women got stuck. We don’t live in a culture which values children or mothers. It sells them lots of stuff, but that’s not the same thing. We don’t make it easy to be a competent parent. “So you have three kids. So what. Tell me what you do” No, I didn’t make that up — but it was only ever demanded of me by other women. There is only one more aggressive attitude, and that’s the one Obama holds: he’d have his daughters submit to a late-term abortion rather than deliver a child. That’s downright ugly.
In other words, I’m with those fifty-two percent of Americans in the Pew Report: abortion is wrong. However, it is often the only choice among a plethora of ugly alternatives because that’s how we’ve designed our culture. Or rather, how our culture designed itself around our decisions.
I always admired my mother for putting her money where her mouth was: she was militantly pro-choice, down to wearing those Jesus t-shirts. In addition, though, she took in pregnant girls who’d decided not to abort but needed a place to hide out until the baby was born and adopted and they could return to school from their “semester abroad”. I never asked, but I think it was Momma’s way of compensating for her own sorrow at not being able to have more children.
I don’t like abortion clinics but I don’t like the protestors that show up in front of them either. There was one solution I found admirable, however: an Episcopal parish whose decision to do something seems elegant: they rented a studio apartment not far from an abortion clinic in their area. In that small room they kept silent vigil, praying for the patients, the staff, the protestors, the would-have-been babies, the lost fathers, the missing grandparents — in other words, everyone involved. Around the clock at least two people kept vigil, lighting candles and offering prayers. For those who believe in the efficacy of prayer, it’s an elegant solution to an aching sadness.
Meanwhile, the arguments get uglier and more blatant. I suppose you’ve all seen the “ugly black baby” video by now?
It’s hard to hear the conversation, so this site has a transcript of sorts, along with additional information:
Activists with Operation Save America (OSA) recently confronted Charlotte, NC abortionist, Ashutosh Virmani, who promptly explained why he didn’t harbor any reservations aborting “ugly black babies” Consistently referring to the targets of his abortions as babies vice fetuses, Virmani justified the practice with:
“Don’t put it on the taxpayer, OK?
I don’t wish to pay for the babies with my money.”
Referencing the white, middle-class Aurora, Colorado, accused movie theater mass killer, Virmani can also be heard stating on the video:
“I as a taxpayer do not wish to pay for those babies to be born and brought up; and kill those people in Colorado.”
Eventually, the abortionist declared:
“Let me see you adopt one of those ugly black babies.”
One of the OSA activists responded by stating:
“Give us a chance to adopt them.”
Pulling no punches, the President of the National Black Pro-Life Union, Dr. Day Gardner stated in a press release:
“It’s all too obvious that he had a particular disgust for black babies and therefore has no problem killing them.”
Dr. Gardner went on to state:
“The black community should be outraged because Ashutosh Virmani is a brazen racist and his statement supports what we already know of the billion dollar abortion industry — black babies are targeted because they are seen as poor, worthless and maybe even ‘ugly.’”
Somehow, I don’t think the “black community” is outraged about it. Too many things that white people do for them to spend any ‘rage’ on this. Come to think of it, has the good Dr. Gardner ever taken in a pregnant girl?? Interestingly, a group came to light as a result of this that I’d not heard of before: The National Black Pro-Life Union:
Last year, black pastor Rev. Wayne Perryman filed suit against Obama and the Democrat National Committee “for its history of racism against blacks, which he notes has never elicited an apology.”
“Any organization that has such a racist history and receives 97% of the African American vote (after doing all they could to deny blacks the right to vote), should willingly apologize without being forced do so through a lawsuit. The man who authored the book, The Audacity of Hope, now has the ‘audacity’ to refuse to apologize for his political party and their racist institutions, that took the lives of millions of his own people.”
I didn’t google this lawsuit, but again, the MSM has long since covered that one over with cat litter. I admire Perryman for trying, though.
I do have a solution of sorts, though. One that might satisfy Obama’s unseemly grab for campaign funds, and give his ACORN acolytes something useful to do. Just the kind of community organizing he’d like. Sort of. Not only that, it would make those young white OSA kids happy. You’ll see why I it’s a Win-Win-Win.
I call this “Yet Another Modest Proposal” and I’ll be honest — it makes the Baron nervous. The fact that he hasn’t kiboshed this section of the post speaks to his courage — or his indifference to our purported “reputation”? Or perhaps his deep fatigue?
At any rate, I’ll take it as a given that y’all know about the Obama’s tacky “Event Registry”. It shouts “the Chicago Way” as soon as you open the page. See, the idea is, you don’t need your birthday presents or those useless wedding gifts. Or at least you don’t need them as desperately as he needs the money you could give to him instead. I’m not clear on whether you could send on the presents and they’d hawk them or not. I know they have been selling items here and there, in addition to actual (shudder) face time with the First Couple.
And we know Obama has put a lot of people off with his enthusiasm for late-term abortions. So perhaps we could solve a few problems at one go with my modest proposal…okay, my bold proposal. Deep breath here and on to the scenario…
This has to be executed in a red hot hurry if they want it to work in time for campaign money, however. Time’s a-wastin’, so it had better be off that “procedure” table at the abortion clinic and out the door to avoid a “late termination”.
Wait, wait: hear me out. This could be a real money-making venture.
First off, Obama could get his community organizers in ACORN to approach, say, seven-month pregnant women in abortion clinics or welfare offices who are about to terminate their
Instead, his ACORNS could “suggest” my attractive win-win-win alternative.
Here’s how it might go:
[Scene: WELFARE OFFICE]
ACORN: “Honey, you’re almost done with this big boo-boo. So why not just go ahead on through with it this time and then sign over this baby — umm, fetus — to us instead. I just talked with the President and he really wants your baby. Yeah, I know what he said, before, but this is different.
See, think about this: we can
auction her off give her to a loving family. That way, let me be clear here, the President makes a gift to people who want what’s in your belly, even if you don’t.
PREGNANT WOMAN: But he be selling her to people. That’s not right. And I got to get rid of this…
No! Of course he wouldn’t sell her! What an idea.! That’s illegal. But you’re almost through anyway so why not wait a few weeks more.? Look how grateful those childless couples would be to the President you love if he gave them some babies. Those voters would be grateful to him forever …oh yeah, they’d be grateful to you! Fer sure, honey. And all those crazy pro-lifers, they’d have to get in line to vote for him. And you’d be the one who did it!
So where was I? Oh, right: they’d vote him back in and we’ll…why we’ll give you a medal for your great sacrifice here. See? Everyone benefits! Wouldn’t you like a medal? What if it were solid gold and you could
pawn it show it to all your friends? Your very own personal honor, better’n any old soldier could do. He just dies for his country. You’d be giving Obama new life…
PREGNANT WOMAN: I ain’t goin’ to no detox for this.
ACORN: No worries there. We’ll even fix you up for a bit…What? Yeah, sure, we’ll detox her first before we pass her on to those folks. But that’s between you and me, honey. What crazy white folks don’t know can’t hurt ’em, right?
There’s a shockwave about to hit the ABC leagues, i.e., the Planned Parenthood and Breast Cancer alignment. The book, isn’t out yet, but the buzz is. Predictions are that a lot of PP dirty laundry will be aired. Just in time for the election… Planned Bullyhood.
It’s not an October surprise. More like a September distraction.
Today was a good Fundraising Day for us. Maybe not by Obama’s standards, but Vlad’s share is looking real fine, and for us, I’m going to be checking out hand-pumped wells — but that’s another discontent for another post. Let’s just say that the Baron and I have been “discussing” the subject for a right long while. With some savings and luck we could maybe swing it…
But then again, perhaps I should do the Norwegian mother — another one who is lying on her bed of Norwegian nails, caught between her love for her child and her deep-brain multi-culti beliefs. Or maybe the Bridegrooms should be first…
Meanwhile, a big THANK YOU to our donors, who came from:
Stateside: California, Florida, Illinois, Ohio, Oklahoma, and Virginia
Near Abroad: Canada
Far Abroad: Australia, Israel, Sweden, Sweden, and the UK
One even did an encore! Bravo!
Hat tip: Urban Infidel for that no-babies image.
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