Saturday, April 30, 2005
Planned Parenthood: Keeping It Small in the Family
OpinionJournal's James Taranto has noted the Orwellian tone taken by an abortion advocate [scroll down for the item], the unfortunately named Rep. Louise Slaughter (D-N.Y.), as she assailed the The Child Interstate Abortion Notification Act, which passed the House on Wednesday. The bill would make it a federal crime to transport a minor across state lines to avoid parental-notification laws. "The people of this country don't want the government intruding" in family disputes, Slaughter said.
As Taranto observes, "In fact, this bill would not intrude into family disputes; it does precisely the opposite: It would punish those who intrude into family disputes by helping girls procure abortions without their parents' knowledge."
But Slaughter isn't the only abortion advocate taking a page from Big Brother's book. The headline of Planned Parenthood's press release on the bill screams, "House Passes Dangerous Family Restriction Act." The mind reels.
When it comes to "dangerous family restrictions," the truth is that Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger (who wrote of "the wickedness of large families") was quite in favor of them—especially when they restricted poor and minority families, as a damning essay on lifeissues.net attests.
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Friday, April 29, 2005
Terri's Final Hours: An Eyewitness Account
Fr. Frank Pavone of Priests for Life has a must-read account of his deathbed visits to Terri Schiavo: [B]esides [Terri's brother] Bobby and his sister and Terri herself, you know who else was in the room with us? A police officer. The whole time. At least one. Sometimes two. Sometimes three armed police officers in the room. You know why they were in the room? They wanted to make sure that we didn't do anything that we weren't supposed to do, like give her communion or maybe a glass of water. In fact, Bobby, sitting on the other side of the bed, would occasionally stand up to lean over his sister. When he stood up and did that, the officer would change position. He would move around towards the foot of the bed so that he could have a direct line of sight on what we were doing. The morning that she died we went in there fairly early and I had to go back outside in front of the hospice to do an interview. In order to go out on time I had a little timepiece in my hand and at the beginning of our visit I put it in my left hand, leaned over Terri and extended my right to bless her and we began praying. I closed my eyes and I felt a tap on my left hand. It was the police officer who said, "Father, what do you have in your hand?" I said, "Oh, officer, it's a little time piece." "I'll have to hold it while you're here," he said. We couldn't have anything in our hands. He didn't even know what it was. Maybe I was going to try to give her communion. Maybe I was going to try to moisten her lips. Who knows what terrible thing I was about to do?
You know what the most ironic thing was? There was a little night table in the room. I could put my hand on the table and on Terri's head all within arms reach. You know what was on that table? A vase of flowers filled with water. And I looked at the flowers. They were beautiful. There were roses their and other types of flowers and there was another one on the other side of the room at the foot of the bed. Two beautiful bouquets of flowers filled with water. Fully nourished, living, beautiful. And I said to myself, this is absurd. This is absurd. These flowers are being treated better than this woman. She has not had a drop of water for almost two weeks. Why are those flowers there? What type of hypocrisy is this? The flowers were watered. Terri wasn't. The other irony is - had I dipped my hand in that water and put it on her tongue - the officer would have led me out probably under arrest. He would have certainly led me out of the room. Something is wrong here. Read the whole thing—and support Priests for Life's important work.
11:52 PM
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Splendor in the Grass
Ladies, I am truly blessed.
I learned today that my beloved loves to mow the lawn.
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LifeSite reports that Lousiana's rewrite of its crimes-against-nature law was upheld yesterday.
I was impressed just to learn that any state still had a crimes-against-nature law.
What would be considered a crime against nature in New York City? I mean, besides smoking.
P.S. Sorry again about the light posting—working at home again. Watch this space—there will be some wonderful news on Sunday.
4:51 AM
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This Song Really Winds Me Up
If you know Brett Taylor only from his acid-tinged satire and commentary on Saint Kansas, you may be surprised to discover his softer side. His original song "Victrola Girl" is a wistful, evocative hybrid of the Smiths and the Left Banke. It's also the best song I've heard in 6/8 time since the Turtles' "Grim Reaper of Love."
1:23 AM
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Loewe and Behold
The BBC Web site currently has a page commemorating the night in 1958 that Broadway's "My Fair Lady" opened in London, which links to a video of Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews, and Stanley Holloway being interviewed after the show. Andrews is utterly lovely and gracious, as one would expect—it's easy to imagine how much she charmed audiences. It's a terrible loss that she wasn't allowed to reprise her role in the film.
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sorry for the light posting—been taking some work home (it's OK—I enjoy it). Expect a lengthier post or three late tonight.
12:44 PM
Russ Never Sleeps
One of the cool things about 8-tracks is that you don't have to program them to "repeat"—just put one on and you have an endless loop. Right now, I am grooving on Russ Columbo's Legendary Performer collection...over and over and over. Ahhhh...
2:59 AM
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His Anxieties Have Anxieties
I recently met Joey McKeown a couple of times at social events in New York City, but didn't talk to him much because I didn't know him that well, plus he was on the shy side.
Now that I'm reading his blog, I wish I'd drawn him out. He has a wickedly sarcastic take on life as a New York City Catholic and social drinker, especially his Thurberesque perspective on women—be they dueling co-workers or ill-chosen lectors. (And no, I'm not the one who had the nerve to accept a Guinness from him and not say "thank you." I drink club soda with grapefruit.) Picture an over-21 Charlie Brown in deepest Gotham and you have a good idea of what to expect.
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Scattershot answers today's pressing question: What is Bellerophon—and why do we need him/her/it right now? No, she doesn't mean the 1960s European record label.
12:44 PM
Communists for Kerry has the sharpest take on mainstream-media clueless coverage of the papal election: a mock Time-magazine story on "a small chimney fire...at the Sistine Chapel in Rome." The piece concludes, When the second blaze started crowds cheered. Such insensitive loudness in the face of tragedy, of course, could only come from vacationing American tourists, apparently Republican Red-Staters, once again putting American boorishness on display in front of refined Europeans. But when the elderly VCFD firemen reemerged, everyone gave a mighty cheer to one firefighter who, it seems, must have single-handedly quenched the flames. [Another Dawn Patrol post or two to come in the early afternoon...]
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Planned Parenthood Opposes Women's Right to Choose...an Ultrasound
What does ultrasound equipment mean to you?
If you answered, "machines [that] represent missed or messed-up priorities," congratulations! You are qualified to be Planned Parenthood's SaveRoe.com blogger.
The anonymous blogger, whom I call Ms. Curettage, lets loose today with a broadside against Focus on the Family's plan to spend $4 million in private money on ultrasound equipment for crisis-pregnancy centers.
That's private money, mind you. Not like the $265.2 million that Planned Parenthood received from American taxpayers in fiscal 2004 (as per its annual report).
Ms. Curettage notes, "Focus on the Family is placing 150 ultrasound machines in 'crisis-pregnancy centers' around the country this year, with plans to place another 650 machines in the next five years."
Ooh, scare quotes around "crisis-pregnancy centers." The idea of women giving birth to live babies is truly frightening to these people.
She continues: These centers already counsel against having an abortion—by describing abortion as dangerous, wrong, and worse. Well, it's certainly "dangerous" for the baby. And if that's not "wrong," then it must be something...worse.Now the facilities will have an air of legitimacy with high-tech equipment that could belie their lack of medical expertise. Let me get this straight:
If you counsel women to kill their babies, you are enshrouded in legitimacy.
If you counsel women to keep their babies—and are licensed to operate equipment that shows them their unborn child—you have a "lack of medical expertise."
Just checking.
Ms. Curettage continues:For women with wanted pregnancies, ultrasound imaging has become a rite of passage, and a new reason to invest in refrigerator magnets. Awww, says Planned Parenthood, look at the stoopid widdle would-be mamas, with their stoopid pictchas of their stoopid widdle blobs of tissue tacked to their jumbo Frigidaires. You just know those hapless happy Pollyannas who are so sickeningly fond of their parasitic clumps of cells all live out in the Midwest somewhere—away from us civilized city people who know better—and behind their fridge doors lurk humongous jars of Costco mayonnaise.For women with unintended or unwanted pregnancies, these machines represent missed or messed-up priorities. Huh?Not the women's, but ours. Well, I'm glad she cleared that up.
But how do ultrasounds represent "missed or messed-up priorities" not only for women with "unwanted" pregnancies, but also with "unintended" ones? Here we see Planned Parenthood's default logic at work: Baby is unintended, ergo baby is unwanted. End of discussion. End of baby.Four million dollars is four million more than the feds currently spend in comprehensive sex education programs. Again, note the logic. Planned Parenthood's official mouthpiece is hereby stating unequivocally that there is no good reason why any money—even private funds, for heaven's sake—should be spent upon encouraging people to keep their children. Then it throws out "comprehensive sexual education" as a red herring—as though a private organization has no moral right to help women whose sex education, "comprehensive" or not, has failed them.Four million dollars could double the income of 160 families making $25,000—giving them something closer to a family-sustaining income. Well, what can one say to this? Obviously, Ms. Curettage's located her computer's calculator function. The reference to a "family-sustaining income" is quite ironic—positioning Planned Parenthood as a sustainer of family. Somehow, I don't think its definition of "sustaining," at least with regard to life, is the same as the dictionary's. But maybe Ms. Curettage hasn't found her computer's dictionary—or else she's taken her curettage knife and hacked it.The investment is focused on the wrong priority, putting one more hurdle in front of women who, for whatever reason, choose abortion, rather than preventing unintended pregnancies and providing more support for families. And so, a woman's entirely voluntary choice to receive an ultrasound becomes, in Planned Parenthood's eyes, a "hurdle." As for the red herring about "support for families," Ms. Curettage is betting her readers won't know that privately funded crisis-pregnancy centers provide more support for young mothers than taxpayer-backed Planned Parenthood ever has.I suppose it's just easier to single out the woman and focus on changing her mind—at any cost. Ms. Curettage, you've got me there.
2:30 AM
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Glove Means Never Having to Fray Your Sari
There is something deliciously ironic about a product normally used to thwart God's purpose for men and women instead being used to protect women's modesty.
The folks at the Indian branch of International Planned Parenthood Federation must be apoplectic. It's bad enough that they don't have Gandhi on their side.
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Monday, April 25, 2005
I've been reluctant to blogroll Dave Munger because he's a bit of a live wire, but after the way his blog made me laugh tonight, I owe it to him to highlight his recent thoughts on the origin of "dork" and the wrongness of shooting feral cats. On the latter, he writes: For one thing, I don't trust any legislation that benefits songbirds. We'd have eradicated malaria by 1960 if it wasn't for YOU PEOPLE and your precious songbirds.
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Sunday, April 24, 2005
David Herrera, former guitarist of one of my favorite 1980s bands, the Cheepskates, is putting together a DVD of one of the group's performances at New York City's late, lamented Dive. In the meantime, fans of the Beau Brummels, the Left Banke, Big Star, and the dB's are strongly advised to visit the MP3 page of another Cheepskates member, Shane Faubert, which has free downloads of his wonderful song demos.
9:18 PM
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'I Believe in Tolerance...Except for Jews'
An anonymous commenter on another blog writes of "dawn eden, aka dawn goldSTEIN...whose blog is filled with homophobic rants."
Let me get this straight:
If you write that you believe homosexuality is a sin, homosexuals should not marry or raise children, and children should not be encouraged to identify themselves as homosexual—and if you base your beliefs upon a deeply held Christian faith that teaches you to love even those with whom you disagree—you are a homophobic ranter.
If you write that a person whom you consider a homophobic ranter is particularly hateful because she has a Jewish last name, which you believe everyone should know about because it makes her that much more frightening and suspicious, you are tolerant.
I wonder what that commenter thinks of Harvey Fierstein—does he love him because he's gay, or hate him because he's Jewish? The guy must be utterly torn.
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Friday, April 22, 2005
My Top 10 Favorite Things About Passover at Dad's (Besides the Company)
10. The first cup of wine.
9. Realizing how far I've come since the days when I used to pipe up with Pharisaical dismay at time-conscious Dad's skipping 15 pages of rabbinical disputations in the Haggadah.
8. Making peace with the fact that I am no longer the youngest person at the table.
7. Already the second cup of wine? Cool.
6. My stepmother's fluffy matzo balls. (Note: My mom and stepdad also make excellent versions of every item named herein—at least, my stepdad does, and Mom makes a killer gefilte-fish sauce.)
5. Making and eating a charoset-and-horseradish sandwich with fresh horseradish. Better than wasabi!
4. [At top of lungs:] Day-day-enu... My blood sugar's getting way too high with this Manischewitz—make it Baron Herzog this time around...
3 ½. Suppressing the urge to shout, "Oh, yeah! Tell it, sister!" when my sister reads, "We were slaves in Egypt..."
3. Mealtime—and there's still a big pile of luscious charoset waiting to be scarfed.
2. Giggling over the cute drawings of the Four Sons in the Haggadah—especially the "one who does not wit to ask."
1 ½. If I had any analytical mental faculties left at this point, I'd be contemplating the messianic significance of the fourth cup...and why this last song is in Aramaic...[Belting:] Had Gadya-a-a-a, Had Gadya!
1. Contentedly passing the timeworn Maxwell House Haggadah back to my stepmom...and marveling that there was a time when a major food producer made an all-out effort to reach people of faith on their own terms.
Have a great weekend, and a Chag Sameach to my Jewish and Jewish Christian friends. See you Sunday night, following quality time with my beloved family and my beloved beloved. God is good...all the time!
1:45 AM
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Why I will be watching my mailbox eagerly a week from now.
12:43 AM
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A Series of Unfortunate Events
I was so with Robert A. George on this one...until his very last word.
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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Flower Power
Walking through the Ninth Street PATH station at 12:28 this morning, just as I was thinking about Mary, I noticed that immediately in my own path was an impossibly huge, velvety rose petal.
I picked it up, held it between my fingers, and felt loved.
Would anyone else like to share a story of being encouraged by finding or receiving a rose in connection with Mary or the saints?
4:00 AM
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Twin Pique
"If you're 18 years old and having a date, it might be a youthful prank when you swap out your brother, but when you're running for mayor of a city with 1.3 million people and sending in your brother as an impersonator...I do see a problem with it." — Phil Hardberger on Julian Castro, his opponent in the San Antonio mayoral race. Castro sent his identical twin brother to appear on a parade float in his stead.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Help in the Blink of an Eye
Diane D'Apolito-May is a friend of my family who founded a charity, the Beyond the Rainbow Foundation, that has raised $250,000 for the sick and injured.
A mother of four, Diane started Beyond the Rainbow after suffering a brain-stem stroke one month after the birth of her youngest child. She is a quadriplegic and is fed through a tube. Unable to speak, she communicates through eye blinks. Yet, she has devoted her life to helping others—and considers her life to be, as she puts it, "pretty good."
Today's paper has a story about this remarkable and truly beautiful woman.
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A Catholic Seminarian on Pope Benedict XVI
Roman Catholic priest-in-training Dennis Schenkel offers an excellent commentary on the new pope from one of his fellow seminarians: ...In the sixties and seventies, seminaries were a mess in the U.S. Our professors (who were students back then) tell us stories where classes back then would sit around meditating on a mushroom, etc. Vatican II was very dangerous for America because it coincided with our drug and sexual revolution. Americans likely felt that the Catholic Church was affirming the American revolution in that the Church was finally endorsing a liberation from ancient customs (such as Latin) and the sexual revolution endorsed a liberation from sexual repression. But now, after about a decade of noticing the absolute moral shambles that the sixties and seventies have left our country in, people are starting to realize that what we in America thought was the answer to happiness really isn’t it. So Catholics, on the whole, are beginning to get more fundamental. The guidelines of the Church are more and more once again being looked at as Truth as opposed to suggestions. Cardinal Ratzinger, as head of the CDF, is largely responsible for this....
Cardinal Ratzinger is not a bully. He laid down the pursuit of his own ideas in order to help bring the Church back on track. The fact that he has been so well known and controversial, especially given his proclivity to be a more progressive theologian shows two things. A) He has done one heck of a job (the more the students hate the dean of students in high school, the better dean he is). It also shows us that B) Cardinal Ratzinger has no problem laying aside personal ambitions in order to serve the Church in whatever role the Holy Spirit asks him to fill. Read the whole thing, and leave a comment on Dennis's blog.
2:25 AM
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Congratulations, Christopher, you were with him all along!
12:43 PM
Kevin Walsh is a friend of mine. He is also a genius.
He is the only writer I know who can post a series of photos of his apartment and make it seem like a fascinating historical excursion every bit as interesting as, say, paeans to cobblestone streets. Which is to say, very interesting. And very strange.
3:09 AM
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Michael Laprarie's blog, Mike's Noise, has a must-see series of posts today remembering the Oklahoma City bombing on its tenth anniversary. His photos of the aftermath are particularly affecting.
3:03 AM
The Lust Battle
Oh, this is too precious.
Planned Parenthood's Web site currently features an article on its St. Louis chapter's "teen advocates"—fully indoctrinated children the organization exploits for its cynical campaign against "dangerous abstinence-only sex education." (Whoo, I'm scared.)
So what name does Margaret Sanger's bunch give this posse of prematurely porking pubescents? One that will be instantly recognizable to C.S. Lewis fans: Teen Advocates for Sexual Health, or T.A.S.H.
Aslan help us.
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Monday, April 18, 2005
Planned Parenthood's Meat Idea
Planned Parenthood and other pro-abortion groups have convinced the Illinois House to pass legislation criminalizing ultrasounds on pregnant women without a doctor's order—a move aimed directly at crisis-pregnancy centers that offer help to women wishing to keep their babies. The legislation is founded on the hypothesis that ultrasounds may in the future be shown to be harmful. A Planned Parenthood rep explained to the Chicago Tribune that Margaret Sanger's organization has always advocated "a high standard of prenatal care."
Such unusual concern from Planned Parenthood for that thing inside a pregnant woman forces the question: Is it a baby—or a fetus? A baby—or a fetus? Apparently, if you kill it, it's a fetus. If you give it "a high standard of prenatal care," it's a baby.
Planned Parenthood is to babies what Michael Moore's "Pets or Meat" lady is to bunnies.
1:23 AM
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Sunday, April 17, 2005
The New York Times Hopes for Lesbian-Related Pope
On this Sunday, the ever-generous New York Times gives Lisa Fabrizio one less thing to confess. The journalist won't have any reason to regret writing, in the wake of the newspaper's ode to cafeteria Catholics, that the Gray Lady is on a crusade against Rome.
In fact, you could say the Times is working overtime to prove Fabrizio's accusation. It's hired a homosexual man to argue that the next pope should be, if not a friend of Dorothy, then at least a friend of a friend (and no, we're not talking about Dorothy Day): If one were to give advice to these grand old men [of the College of Cardinals] -- and they are not, I notice, seeking advice -- it would be simple. Find a cardinal who was brought up with many, many sisters, who has a lesbian in the family, a cardinal whose life has been bound up and fully informed by women, who knows the problems and challenges they face in a church where they cannot minister. Even if the next pope and his cardinals were not to change the rule against female priests quickly, it might be important, as acts of witness and of love, to enter into real dialogue with women in the church, and to be seen to listen, to take heed, as St. Patrick did centuries ago, to the other's pain. "Lesbian in the family"? Is this dude talking about St. Pat—or "It's Pat"?
St. Patrick took heed to the other's pain, all right—especially when the other was in danger of perdition. He is credited with writing these words in the prayer "St. Patrick's Breastplate":Against the demon snares of sin, The vice that gives temptation force, The natural lusts that war within, The hostile men that mar my course; Or few or many, far or nigh, In every place and in all hours Against their fierce hostility, I bind to me these holy powers. But then, what did the great saint know of sensitivity? He didn't have a lesbian in the family.
Somehow, I don't think anyone's going to drive the snakes out of the New York Times anytime soon.
3:14 AM
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Saturday, April 16, 2005
The Sad and the Beautiful
According to op-ed writer Karen Stabiner, there is a movement afoot to engage young girls in changing the ways that women and their bodies are depicted in the popular culture. "Turn Beauty Inside Out," sponsored by the feminist girls' magazine New Moon, is hosting a convention in Hollywood this weekend aimed at lobbying the entertainment industry to depict "[a] variety of images that more accurately reflect the real world, where most girls are neither too fat nor too thin, but somewhere in the general in-between, where no one is paying enough attention." I used to welcome such efforts to use images of "real women" into film, TV, and advertising, because I hated being overweight (the photo at right shows me at age 19, about 35 lbs. heavier than today) and thought I would somehow like myself better if women like me were portrayed as attractive. Today, while I enjoy those rare occasions when women who aren't conventional beauties earn Hollywood glamour roles, I can't say I really care.
Sure, it'd be nice to have a body like Anita Ekberg's. (She didn't have bunions, for one thing.) But if all media were populated with Anita Ekberg clones, why should that possibly affect the way I feel about myself? If they were all jumping off a cliff, should I hate myself for not doing the same? That's the lesson the girls of today should be learning, one of the first that good fathers try to instill in them—the ol' Hypothetical Cliff Jump. But then, too many girls don't have good fathers...and I'm getting ahead of myself.
While the ideal of female beauty has changed over time, there has always been an ideal—from the fertility goddess Cybele to Venus on the half-shell. Attempting to replace it with "everyone is beautiful" (a slogan of "Turn Beauty Inside Out") simply muddies the ideal with relativism and does nothing to affect how girls feel about themselves.
What's really going on that causes girls to have eating disorders, to cut themselves, to hate the way they look? D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Instead of sending their daughters to Hollywood to schmooze up casting directors about hiring size-10 actresses, the parents of the "Turn Beauty Inside Out" attendees should put their own homes in order.
A good place to start would be hiding the remote. Television and film, as commercial media, portray women according to how the market wants to view them. If young girls are receiving unfulfilling images, they shouldn't watch those shows and films that make them unhappy. If that leaves them with nothing to watch, I don't bleed for them. There are books. Games. Friends.
You want to change the media, girls? Turn off your TV.
2:37 AM
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Maryland's Sex-Ed Pickle
The new Montgomery County, Md., public-school sex-ed curriculum—a homosexuality-positive affair that features a video of a blonde teen chirping about anal sex as she strokes a condom down a cucumber—is disturbing parents, for some reason.
A cucumber-friendly article by the editor of one of the county's high-school papers offers a curious quote from Christine Grewell, an advocate for the new curriculum: "I think it's good not to marginalize [gay] students," [Grewell] says, adding that the opposition's fear of "normalizing" homosexuality is unfounded. "We study World War II, but we don't normalize the Nazis." Comparing homosexuals to Nazis—who took a decidedly dim view of homosexuality—is not the language of a liberal with a whole lot on the ball.
Then again, anyone who'd support the cucumber video would have to be out of their gourd.
Thanks to Steve Harvey for the link to the video.
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
Thrills and Chills
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
— Robert Frost, Harper's magazine, December 1920 It is a noteworthy fact that not one of the women to whom I have spoken so far believes in abortion as a practice; but it is principle for which they are standing. They also believe that the complete abolition of the abortion law will shortly do away with abortions, as nothing else will.
— Margaret Sanger, Birth Control Review, December 1920 Robert Frost was as right as Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger was wrong. I have seen the end of the world and it does perish twice.
The first time, it ended in desire—with the sexual revolution that destroyed marriages, corrupted children, and caused generations of youths to founder in a world where their value was based upon their ability to score and please a sexual partner.
The second time, the world perishes in ice—the ice-cold, antiseptic, lab-coated absolute-zero nothingness of no-fuss, no-muss murder. And once again, Margaret Sanger's army leads the charge.
"Emergency contraception," the morning-after pill, is the latest weapon in Planned Parenthood's assault on life, a means of abortion that is almost completely bloodless—no more messy than a period. (Don't worry; Planned Parenthood has a "cure" for that too.)
At the same time, Planned Parenthood's slogan since Sanger's days, "Every child a wanted child," takes on an ever-more negative meaning in the age of prenatal testing for genetic defects. Nurse Dee Moser of Muncie, Ind., a Planned Parenthood volunteer since the LBJ administration, makes the plaintive cry in an op-ed, "Don’t most of us want the same things? We want the birth of every child to be an occasion for joy and celebration."
That's why Planned Parenthood and other abortion providers quietly destroy 80 percent of all children in utero who have Down syndrome. The children would not, in their parents' and Planned Parenthood's eyes, be "an occasion for joy and celebration." Therefore, they deserve to die.
Imagine if the Planned Parenthood motto, as interpreted by Moser, were applied to the rest of humanity: "The life of every person should be an occasion for joy and celebration. If it's not, kill it."
Who decides whether a life is "wanted"? Nearly every person, on some level, wants life for himself or herself. If he doesn't, he is deemed ill, and society reaches out to help him want to live, not help him die.
At least, that was what the world was like before the ice came.
2:30 AM
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Traveling Light
Walking to the PATH train after work last night, I was struck by the sight of the Empire State Building, which was flooded in a stunning shade of cobalt blue. The building's Web site states that the lights were commemorating Jazz at Lincoln Center.
Tomorrow, the Empire State Building's lights are slated to honor "Child Abuse Prevention," which presumably means the "April Is Child Abuse Prevention Month" campaign. The lights will be...cobalt blue.
In other words, two nights in a row, the building's lights will be the same color, but one night represents a cause that is completely different from the other. Call it Empire State transubstantiation.
Yes, I know there's no Real Presence of Jazz at Lincoln Center or child-abuse prevention amidst the building's lights. But there is a similarity to transubstantiation in that if one takes a spiritual view of things—which I can't help doing when I look at that hauntingly beautiful shade of blue—then a fundamental change takes place in the lights' nature. One night, they're shot through with cool, muted trombone sighs and a diva's smoke-tinged grace notes. The next night, they're infused with sensitive tones of compassion and concern for suffering youths.
Nothing about the lights' color changes over the two nights—and yet, everything changes, because its spiritual essence is transformed.
* * *Speaking of Child Abuse Prevention Month, the organization behind the event, Prevent Child Abuse America, is offering a special Spider-Man comic book to promote its cause, with a storyline that sheds new light on Peter Parker's punishing past: The Amazing Spider-Man and The Brace, the new villain in town, discover that they share a past as victims of the same school bullies. They come to understand that a witness who spoke out against Spider-Man's humiliation helped set the future Super Hero on a path of helping others, while The Brace, who had no ally, became a bully himself. The organization's Web site also offers a PDF "bullying tip sheet"—that's as in preventing bullying, not a how-to—which, unfortunately, is loaded with questionable advice like, "Agree with the bully. Say, 'You're right.' Then walk away." Back when I was Bully Target No. 1, I tried agreeing. It got me the standard bully reply: more abuse. Better advice would be, "Have your mother call the bully's mother"—the only thing that worked for me. Go ahead, say it; I don't care. So what if she did wear combat boots? For another view on the Empire State Building's lighting and its meaning, read my friend Caren Lissner's classic New York Times op-ed "The Skyline as Headline."
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Babies' First Condom
Two stories in college papers today highlight the ludicrous trend of prurient adults' foisting condoms upon stoopid college students.
All right, the kids aren't really dumb. But they sure as heck aren't mature enough to be sexually active—not that it matters to the administrators who seem to get their proverbial jollies from simultaneously infantilizing and sexualizing their hapless charges.
The East Tennessean reports that at East Tennessee State University's Well-a-palooza, students were offered a Velcro wall (left), upside-down spins on a gyroscope, door prizes from the disc jockey, HIV tests, alcohol screenings, blood pressure checks, outdoor games, makeup, and condoms. I'm sorry, but if kids are young enough to be lured by a Velcro wall, free condoms are not going to make them suddenly realize that they have to seriously consider the emotional consequences of sex before engaging in intercourse. Likewise, if they're already having sex, free condoms are not going to make them any more responsible with one another. They'll just give the big babies license to spread human papillomavirus while imprinting lifelong memories of ill-advised premature sex. Meanwhile, the Five Cent Cigar reports that University of Rhode Island students were hypnotized as part of a "dating game":
The game was based on ordinary dating game shows, with a bachelor or bachelorette behind a divider and three contestants on the opposite side. The twist, however, was that the contestants were hypnotized while being asked questions, making their answers difficult to control....
Sophomore Ben De Palo, a Sigma Phi Epsilon brother, was the bachelor.
[The hypnotist] played soothing background music while asking the contestants to perform basic hand movements in order to train them to listen to his voice. Once hypnotized, the contestants were given cups of water and [the hypnotist] told them it was strong alcohol.
"It tastes like red wine," contestant Miriam Garber said....
After the final question, De Palo chose [Bekki] Davis as his bachelorette.
Afterwards Davis said, "It's like the filter's gone."
Davis said she knew what she was saying but had no control over it....
[Attendees were given] goodie bags, which contained condoms [and] key chains... So this is how colleges are teaching teens to make responsible sexual choices: by hypnotizing them, making them believe they're drunk, and giving them condoms!
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Monday, April 11, 2005
Good morning! Today's post is below, along with many from the weekend. With my new job, this must needs be a nighttime blog—posting will resume in the wee small hours.
11:42 AM
Saints Alive
On the day that the troubles broke at my last job, I called a Catholic friend on my way home and asked him if he could recommend a saint.
I was firmly opposed to the idea of addressing prayers to saints, as I believed the dead had better things to do than pray for the living, and I particularly resented the standard, seemingly preprogrammed line that my Catholic friends gave me about it: "Think of it as though you were asking a friend to pray for you."
Big difference, I thought. My friends are alive. But there are no atheists in foxholes. I had a strong feeling that I needed all the friends I could get, and the lack of a mortal coil didn't seem strong enough grounds for exclusion.
My friend recommended one of the patron saints of journalists, who shall remain nameless because I looked him up in the Patron Saints Index when I got home and, well, I'm sure he was saintly and all, but he seemed dull. There was nothing about him that made me feel any connection with him. But I did notice something interesting about the Patron Saints Index; its patron-saint categories were hyperlinked. I clicked on "journalism" out of curiosity.
That's how I found Maximilian Kolbe.
Several things about Kolbe's life touched me deeply, especially his early acceptance of the crown of martyrdom; his spreading the faith by founding and publishing newspapers and magazines; and his writing articles against abortion. It fascinated me that he was both a patron saint of journalists and of the pro-life movement. Most of all, I was struck by the sacrifice of his death at Auschwitz. The Nazis killed him after he offered to die in the place of a prisoner who had a wife and family. The prisoner whose life Kolbe saved was present when John Paul II canonized him.
I didn't know the first thing about praying through saints, so I just started talking to Kolbe as though he were a living person whom I was asking to pray for me. It came very naturally. Although a storm was gathering around me at my job, as I prayed I immediately began to feel a sense of peace.
My main objection to praying through saints had been that such prayer would inevitably direct one away from God. While I can't speak for others, I discovered that for myself, the case turned out to be the opposite. Through becoming emotionally intimate with a saint—or, as a skeptic would say, with my image of who a saint was—I gained a better understanding and appreciation of how God moves in our lives.
Show me a person with lukewarm faith and I'll show you someone who does not believe in a personal God. As it says in Hebrews, "Those who come to God must believe that He is and that He is the rewarder of all those who diligently seek Him." Yet it is God's very ominipotence—His hugeness—that often makes it difficult for us to understand how He can care about us individually. Imagining God's love personified in Jesus helps, but Jesus, despite His humanity, still seems much larger than life.
Kolbe became, for me, what I believe the saints are for other believers as well—God with skin on. Because I believed that the saint understood completely what I was going through—including persecution, fear, self-doubt, and guilt—I believed that God understood them too. Yet I felt more comfort when addressing certain prayers through Kolbe than when addressing them directly to God—though I continued to pray to God as well—because he put a face on the compassion and empathy that God had for me.
I continued to address petitions to Kolbe—mostly regarding my career—after I lost my job, and as I was looking for a new one. I asked him to pray for specific help for me, and I asked him to ask God to let me feel the Lord's peace and guidance. All of my prayers were answered during this time, and I felt myself submitting to God's will with more peace than I had in the past. Although I did experience dark hours, knowing what Kolbe had gone through for his faith was a great encouragement to me. The worst of my sadness lasted for a week, and then I turned the corner, finding many reasons to be hopeful.
Meanwhile, at the time when I was petitioning Kolbe, my friend Dimitri Cavalli was busy making successive novenas on my behalf to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Kolbe, St. Jude, St. Joseph (stepfather of Christ), and Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal (Mary). In addition, reader Maureen, touched by my writings about living chastely in hope of marriage, was petitioning St. Anthony to find me a husband.
To be honest, I still have trouble imagining how saints figure into God's means of answering prayer, if at all. Then again, if I think about it, I have trouble figuring out how prayer itself figures into God's means of operating the universe. But I've been showered with blessings these past few weeks, and the comfort I've felt in praying through Kolbe makes me wish to give the saints their due.
Today I start my new job, far better than the one I lost. I also have a pending book deal. Neither would have come about had I stayed at my last job. I'm also deeply in love with a man who shares my love of the Lord—a longtime pen pal whom I phoned for the first time after I lost my job and needed to hear a friendly voice. God has turned the worst thing that had ever happened in my life into the best, and I am deeply thankful to Him, as well as to family, friends, and readers who have offered all manner of support and prayers.
One can never plan on so many things going right all at once. I'm sure there will be times ahead when I will be disappointed that my prayers are not being answered as I'd like. Yet I believe that whatever happens in the future, my spirit will be better able to handle it, because I now believe that my communion with the saints extends to both those in this world and those in the next.
ADDENDUM: Roman Catholic seminarian Jeff Geerling sent me the following thoughts after I wrote to him in January asking about the theological basis for praying through saints:
In order to understand how we are able to implore the help of Mary and the Saints, we must try to throw out our misconceptions of communication with other people on a "spiritual" or "more-than-physical" level. It is obvious that there is some higher feeling in communication when a person is near another person and talking to him or her with body language, facial expressions and voice instead of, say, speaking via a phone call or an e-mail. But there's also something to be said for speaking to another person by means of simple presence and emotion. On a spiritual level, we can, in a way, "speak" to each other—not on some magical hocus-pocus way, but in a way that is done through God's grace and love.
We must then believe that our brothers and sisters in Christ who are now in Heaven (including Mary) are even more caring for their neighbors both in Heaven and earth, and love to help us by not only comforting us in what way they can, but also imploring God on our behalf for good to happen in our lives (whether or not we realize it). The communication of love cannot be described by words, nor can it be easily demonstrated—nevertheless, it is a great means of Jesus communicating to us, and it is the method of true loving communication.
Jesus has told us that we must care for our neighbor as ourselves and love others as Christ loved us if we are to attain perfect union with God in Heaven. Are we to stop loving our neighbors (especially the lowliest ones, those on earth) once we attain Heaven (God-willing...)? No; we will help and love our neighbors even more once we are made perfect in God's glory! We will love our neighbors everywhere (the Communion of Saints) when we are united to Jesus Christ in Heaven. It is true that we will stand in awe before God, and praise and worship Him. BUT, why would Jesus instruct us to prepare for the Kingdom of God by helping others if we would simply stop helping the lowly (those still on earth) once we finally love him perfectly?
It is my opinion (and that of the Catholic Church's) that it is a very beneficial action to ask for the Saints' help in various matters—in fact, there are patron saints for many occupations and activities (i.e. "St. Joseph the Worker") to aid us in times of difficulty. We are in no way detracting from God's glory when we ask saints or Mary for help—for they are part of God's creation, as are our brothers and sisters on earth, and asking them to help us or pray for us is much the same as asking our earthly brothers and sisters...at least on a spiritual level. — Jeff Geerling
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Sunday, April 10, 2005
Paul Simon's Greatest Hits Meets the Best of Bread
Roman Catholic seminarian Dennis Schenkel offers "Fifty Ways to Take Communion."
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ME Swear ME Had Nothing to Do With It
AP: "Woman Says ME Took Her Brother's Brain"
[Yes, it's a light blogging day; more posts later tonight...]
2:12 PM
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Is the Secret Service Really Operating Out of a Duck's Nest...
...or is it just a base canard?
Please don't hit me...
3:01 AM
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Saturday, April 9, 2005
'Terri's Friends' Save Woman From Starvation
BlogsForTerri reports that Mae Magouirk, the Alabama woman who was being starved after her granddaughter was illegally made her guardian, has been rescued. Magouirk's nephew, Ken Mullinax, writes to the blog in an e-mail: THANKS TO THE SUPPORT OF ALL OF THE FRIENDS OF TERRI, MY AUNT MAE MAGOUIRK HAS BEEN AIR LIFTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ALABAMA-BIRMINGHAM MEDICAL CENTER ... and receiving IV fluids, nourishment and some of the finest medical care available in the United States! Praise be the name of the Lord GOD... Thanks to Terri's friends... It would NEVER ever have been possible without bloggers who love life , and the truth!! I am racing from my home to UAB now and will type a detailed update after I see my Aunt Mae! Thanks guys, your calls, emails, blogs and prayers did it ALL!!! I so love you guys!!!!!!!!!! The reason why Magouirk's plight should concern all Americans, and not just those who deplored Terri's starvation, is that the judge's decision allowing Magouirk's granddaughter to starve her went against the woman's living will.
Mullinax and other close relatives of Magouirk still have to fight the efforts of the granddaughter—the sole beneficiary of the woman's estate—to regain guardianship. If you would like to offer Mullinax support, his e-mail is mockingbird (at) compuhelp.net.
6:47 PM
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Cell's Angels
Kevin Walsh of Forgotten NY sends this photo he took in the East Village, which he found "oddly affecting." I do too.
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