Day: January 25, 2013

Obama’s Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta, Jan. 23, lifted the long-standing ban on women in combat to the cheers of a lot of rich and government-connected people who will not have to feel the consequences of the decision.

Does this mean that women will have to register for the draft and be subject to combat involuntarily?

Apparently, yes.

It would have been nice if they let us know their thinking back in November dontcha think?

Anyway, people who believe sexual differences are insignificant, emotions irrelevant and that combat is somehow an experience to desire now rule us.

The only word to fairly describe  them is “fools”.

A few weeks ago, Joe Eastman of Broad Street Ministry, who is a retired naval officer, spoke to the Independence Hall Tea Party Association about his group’s mission for homeless veterans. He said more women are using their service. These veterans have been traumatized by sexual assault. It was not done at the hands of the enemy.

Expect more of this. Conversely expect a percentage of females to start playing up to male superiors to avoid undesirable jobs like combat. Expect resentment among their male peers. Expect less focus on getting the job done. With gays now openly serving expect unworldly 18-year-old males to be subject to sexual harassment and assault.

Expect bad things because that’s we are going to get.

The 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade—the court case that legalized abortion—brought back to my mind a decision I had made while working on an article for the Cape May County Herald back in the 1990s. Looking back, I think I made the wrong choice.

I had occasion to interview a zoologist who headed up a program that looked after injured turtle eggs. Specifically, it was those eggs that were damaged by passing automobiles that had hit female turtles as they crossed a south Jersey highway to reach their nesting spot.

He described how the interns that participated in this program were literally—literally—in tears as they picked up the injured eggs and brought them back to the facility where they were nursed back to health so they could hatch.

At the time, I was tempted to ask what I thought was a very obvious question, but my journalist’s objectivity prohibited me from taking the interview in a direction that was never intended. In hindsight, I now wish I had taken that path, because it would have made for a far more interesting and illuminating article, albeit one that would have no doubt annoyed my editor.

The question I wanted to ask the zoologist was, “These interns seem very respectful of life in general, would you say they are the type of young adults that one would find tearfully protesting in front of abortion clinics?”

My expected reaction would have been a terse and emphatic, “Oh no!” followed by the obligatory, “They would likely see that as a woman’s decision.”

But it never got to that juncture. I bit my tongue and carried on the interview as though I actually cared about foraged turtle eggs and the valiant attempt to save unborn reptiles.

I recently was shown a poster that stated the fine for destroying an eagle’s egg is a quarter of a million dollars or up to two years in prison. Seems fair. After all, it’s our national bird, whereas the country really doesn’t have a national human.

At any rate, that’s where this culture stands, or so it appears—careful with those bird and reptile eggs; we could be losing hundreds, even thousands every year. The eggs inside a human? In the US alone, there are more than 3,000 abortions a day.

But here’s a curious fact: In most states, if a pregnant woman is murdered, the assailant is charged with two counts of homicide: one for the killing of the mother, and one for killing of the unborn child. Amazing how the crime turns—not on the life of the innocent victim—but on the identity of the person deciding that a life should end. Even an innocent one.

(Excerpted from Good Writer’s Block)

By William W. Lawrence Sr

Hvi izzyn nj gdoogz, tzo cz wzbdin rviodib nj hpxc.
Gjpdn G’Vhjpm

Answer to yesterday’s puzzle: The times spat at me. I spit back at the times.
Andrei Voznesensky