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Monday, January 31, 2005
Womb With a View

I was prepared to dislike the much-hyped children's book Angel in the Waters—just because a book has a pro-life message doesn't mean it's good. So I was surprised to find myself bursting into tears as I read the beautiful story, which is available online for free.

Thanks to Roman Catholic seminarian Dennis Schenkel—who may soon be two degrees of separation from Paris and Nicole—for the tip.


9:04 PM  |

I've discovered something else I can do while I have this new free time—play readings. Yesterday, after a friend was faced with the sudden unavailability of two actresses for a reading of his play, I stepped in and read both roles, distinguishing them with different voices. Today that same friend informed me that the producer for whose benefit the reading was done—whose credits include the Barbara Eden show "Nite Club Confidential"—loved it and has agreed to produce it. So, if anyone else needs an actress for readings, I'm available (see e-mail address at left).


7:24 PM 

Government Funding—Rated X

Duncan Maxwell Anderson exposes some how Title X federal funding is used to finance programs that glorify underage sexuality—including $50 million to Planned Parenthood (out of the more than a quarter-billion that the organization receives in government funds).


2:15 PM  |

Convicted killer Michael Ross tried to get articles into Touchstone magazine, according to a surprising and thought-provoking post on the magazine's Mere Comments blog by executive editor James Kushiner.


1:38 PM  |

Abortion Clinic Days, a blog run by "two abortion providers with a combined experience of more than 48 years," has an entry on one of Planned Parenthood's favorite topics: the supposed likelihood of women who had abstinence education to have "unsafe" sex.

I could go into the many solid arguments against the claim that education about contraceptives will protect women body and soul. But for now I'd like to highlight the abortionist's true message, which is buried in the post. It's an all-too-typical example of how those who counsel women in abortion clinics convince them that their temptation to choose adoption is "smug." So much for "choice":

it's easy to say "well, then she should just not have the abortion" but obviously she had considered that herself.  her decision to discontinue the pregnancy was not one of convenience.  being a contemplative young woman, she pondered deeply and then had to confront her smug assumption that of course adoption was an easy answer to the problem.
UPDATE: Life Steward has a searing take on the same post.


11:22 AM  |

He's Dead, Jim

The death of Traffic drummer Jim Capaldi caused me to dig out my manuscript of the only thing I ever wrote about him, part of a feature on record producer Jimmy Miller which appeared on the cover of New York Press in December 1995. I start out describing his star turn at Miller's funeral:

The most ironic moment was when an incoherent Jim Capaldi (Traffic's drummer), his hair stringy and his beard ratty, took the pulpit to tell a story about Miller which no one could understand. It was obvious that he was next on the death list. Immediately after Capaldi found his way back to his seat, Eddie Kramer (engineer for Miller and producer of Jimi Hendrix) got up and gave an English translation of the same story.

The service was followed by a party at the Hard Rock Cafe where the booze flowed freely. I managed to corner Capaldi, who was drinking as though he had gills, and, after buttering him up, slipped in the question: "Jim, since your bandmate Chris Wood died of liver failure, and now Jimmy's died of liver failure, do you ever think of quitting drinking?"

I cowered to avoid getting hit, but Capaldi took the query at face value. He replied slowly, somberly, "I do think about it, but I don't know how. So," he added morbidly, "there's nothing I can do about it."


3:36 AM  |


Reader P.R. sends this shot of the latest NARAL fan to lend his face to the organization's "We Are Pro-Choice America" campaign: Ho Chi Minh!

[Apologies for the tasteless headline, which didn't seem funny after a night's sleep. If you linked to this post, you'll need to change the link, as it has a new URL now.]


1:00 AM  |

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Caption Contest:
And They'll Have Fund, Fund, Fund 'Til Dubya Takes Their T-shirts Away



"I Had an Abortion" T-shirts are just so 2004. From ChoiceClothing.com, a retail outlet of Planned Parenthood of the Columbia-Williamette (Ore.), come duds that strike to the heart of the organization's message: Give us money—taxpayer money.

While the Hyde Amendment restricts Medicaid spending for abortions to cases of rape or incest, Planned Parenthood still receives over a quarter-billion in taxpayer funds annually. There's no question that such a massive infusion of government money enables Margaret Sanger's organization to spend money on abortion that it would otherwise be unable to allocate. PP also gets around the Hyde restrictions by using government funds to recruit new customers.

And so, a caption contest. Act quickly as, knowing how the pro-death folks are onto this blog, I'm liable to get the proverbial phone call before the sun even rises.

Sorry I can't offer a prize this time around—job-hunting and all that—but the winner will receive glory and, if he or she's a blogger, a place in my soon-to-come blogroll (yes!). The deadline is midnight tomorrow (Monday). I reserve the right to delete entries that use profanity or that I judge to be outside the bounds of good taste (though those bounds are almost meaningless given the tasteless subject material).

Please put your caption in the comments below, give it time to show up (it will when I republish this blog), ignore Blogger's instruction to start a blog (if you're registering for the first time), and may the best wit win!


1:44 AM  |

Saturday, January 29, 2005

All they need is Bert Parks.

(From Fr. Bryce Sibley, who calls it "the funniest thing I have EVER seen.")


UPDATE: Commenter Andy made me laugh out loud:

Whew. Check out the other "projects" on this firm's site (click on "churches" on the top banner). They're... um... interesting.

As a Presbyterian unschooled in Romish ways, I was particularly curious to see the basement chapel that they "brought into conformance with Vatican II." So I clicked on the link, and behold:

THEY TURNED IT INTO A GIANT FLOUNDER.

Or maybe it's a fluke. I can never remember which one has the eyes on its right side. Either way, it's a hulking great bottom-feeder. Have a look.

The sign of Jonah it ain't.


4:41 PM  |

Michael Bates has a persuasive summary of the facts in the Terri Schiavo case, compiling the evidence that Schiavo is not in a persistent vegetative state and showing how her husband rejected a generous offer to drop his bid to have her killed.


4:44 AM  |

Roamin' Holiday

Talking with a male friend recently about the possibility of throwing a party in New York City,the man—who is, like me, single and over 35—had one caveat: "We can't have it near Valentine's Day."

I knew exactly what he meant.

Valentine's Day in New York City has become like Halloween. It's inescapable, stretching over three nights, and if you're not taking part in it, you're really out of it. Bars swarm with canoodling couples, while singles hide at home alone, feeling pathetic as they drown their sorrows in Ben & Jerry's pints and "Seinfeld" DVDs.

Take away the "Seinfeld," and that's my memory of nearly every Valentine's Day: a solo pity party, aided by some artery-clogging delight (like the gourmet chocolates my father thoughtfully mails me each year without fail).

But there was one Valentine's Day I'll always remember. It was nearly five years ago, when I had a date with a sweet, endearing, handsome man who treated me to a candlelight dinner and gave me a festive card.

It was in the middle of July.

Michael and I had met in the late spring, and after we started dating, I made some comment about how I wished I'd known him at Valentine's Day. He felt the same way—so we decided to ignore the calendar and celebrate the romantic holiday on Bastille Day. It sounds kind of corny now, but at the time, the idea felt exciting and even subversive.

We didn't last together until the next V-Day—or even until National Spumoni Day. But we're still friends, and every so often Michael and I share a smile about our act of romantic rebellion.

There's a curious aside in 1 Corinthians 15:8, where Paul, describing how he was the last apostle to see Jesus, refers to himself as "one born out of due time." Many interpretations exist of that passage, but what strikes me about it is the sense that "it is not for [us] to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in His own power."

Valentine's Day, for all the hoopla, remains an artificial construct. Love is real, and it emerges in God's own time, regardless of what the calendar says.

I used to have the familiar nightmare where I'd be back in high school, on the first day of class, and I'd lost my schedule. I'd desperately go from one wrong classroom to another, never finding out where I was supposed to be.

Those dreams tapered off a few years ago when I began to realize, as the nightmare started, that the whole thing was silly—I'd already graduated high school. No longer did I have to run around trying to force myself into a timeframe that was meaningless and unnecessary.

V-Day loneliness is just as pointless as that nightmarish feeling of being forever behind. I don't need Valentine's Day to be lonely; I can be lonely 365 days of the year (and 366 in leap years). But if I don't want to be lonely all the time, it doesn't make sense to indulge in self-pity simply because one day is designated for romance.

If you're born out of "due time," how do you get back in with God's own times and seasons, and not those of the world? Lewis Carroll had the answer, in his puzzle "The Two Clocks."

Carroll observed that if you have two clocks, one that loses a minute a day and one that doesn't go at all, the one that loses a minute a day will be right only once every two years. So if your timing is off and you keep going anyway, you'll almost never be in sync.

A stopped clock, however, is right twice a day.

On Valentine's Day, I am not going to wear myself down chasing after some fantasy that I can't reach. I'm going to stay where I am, and know that sooner or later, love will catch up.


4:26 AM  |

Friday, January 28, 2005

Rattle Rouser

With all due respect for the American Life League's Stop Planned Parenthood, I think Jim Sedlak's exaggerating the reaction to Gloria Feldt's leaving the presidency of Margaret Sanger's organization. It really doesn't take that much to make babies happy. They're happy just to be alive.

Then again, I guess that's the point.


10:50 PM  |

U2 Can Be Saved

There's a lively discussion on Touchstone magazine's Mere Comments blog over S.M. Hutchens's entry on the movement towards making worship more "attractive." Here's my favorite quote so far, from a reader trying to demonstrate how he can enjoy contemporary music outside church and yet not want it in church:

The arc of these discussions leads inevitably to the question of "style," or, more accurately, taste. My wife and I, both 30, have developed musical tastes quite common to our generation, summed up by this creed: U2 is best played at floor-shaking, neighbor-rattling, cat-hides-under-the-couch volume. True, our most shameful family secret is my wife’s predilection for Neil Diamond, but aside from these few idiosyncrasies our "tastes" are quite modern, thank you very much.
Personally I'd take Neil Diamond over U2 as a badge of hipness any day (especially since he wrote some of the Monkees's best tunes, "I'm a Believer" and "Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)," but the point is made.


6:56 PM  |

He's 'OK'—I'm Not So Hot

A commenter who calls himself "Tulsa Human" (funny how none of these trolling libs give their real name or link to their blog) is grossly offended by my mother's satirical "Dear Terri" letter. When I asked him in the comments section to explain his ire, he wrote:

The "satire" presented on your site imputes grotesquely evil intent to Terri Schaivo's [sic] husband.

But one key fact about the case is this:

The courts have ruled consistently that Terri Schiavo is in a Persistent Vegetative State, and has been for over 14 years.

These were not frivolous decisions. That fact alone should give one pause before savagely demonizing Michael Schiavo.

Given the more-than-reasonable doubt in this case (and I don't use the term legalistically), the most charitable thing to say about this "joke" is that it is in extremely poor taste.
Would someone who has followed this case closely please explain to Mr. Human, in the comments section below, what is a persistent vegetative state, whether Terri Schiavo is in one, and whether a person who is in one deserves to be murdered so that her husband can collect a huge insurance sum that had been earmaked for her upkeep?

Again, please be polite if at all possible (though I found it difficult myself, as you'll see in the entry's comments). Your comments will go up tonight when I republish my site. Much thanks!

UPDATE: Turns out Tulsa Human does have a blog—he (or she) just hasn't made his Blogger profile available, which is why it doesn't show when you click on his name in the comments section.


4:36 PM  |

Equal Opportunity Destroyer

From The Curt Jester comes word of a likely front-runner in the race to replace Planned Parenthood President Gloria Feldt, who has resigned under mysterious circumstances.


4:32 PM  |

Cool Hand Uke

No, I'm not talking about Tiny Tim, but the smile-inducing winning entry in Slant Point's caption contest.


1:13 PM  |

If you read this page last night, I've since added another post "back in time" (to keep "Bin Gripin'" uptop)—scroll down for Part 2 of my Oklahoma recollections. On a related note, Michael Bates writes about what it was like to know that I was blogging in the next room—but, amazingly, misses the opportunity to say that I was doing so in my pajamas.


3:30 AM  |

Bin Gripin'

A commenter who calls himself Conservatives Hate America accuses me of having "an awful lot in common with the Taliban" because I associate Osama bin Ladin with the culture of death. But it's worse than that. Yes, according to this anonymous flamer, I merit the worst insult known to blogdom: I am (gasp!) intellectually dishonest

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the unbelievable irony in your commentary here. While last time I checked Osama hadn't spelled out his political platform, Islamic extremists are rabidly anti-abortion (kinda like you). For that matter, Islamic extremists are deeply opposed to the use of birth control (kinda like you) and equal rights for gays and lesbians (kinda like you). Indeed, recent news reports have spelled out the Vatican's growing alliance with fundamentalist muslims to oppose the United Nations' reproductive rights platforms. If you want to lead your life according to your own interpretation of the Bible -- hey, great, whatever works for you. But if you advocate using the authority of the state to impose your own scriptural interpretation on those who do not share your views -- well, hey, you're starting to have an awful lot in common with the Taliban. At least have the courage of your convictions, and the intellectual honesty, to acknowledge how much your views overlap with those of Islamic extremists.
I wonder how one who holds a relativist worldview could know anything about what it means to have "courage of...convictions." But assuming he (or she) returns in search of a response, would anyone care to answer this person's points in the comments section below, and even shock him by resisting the urge to be snarky?

Note: Don't worry if your comment doesn't go up right away—it'll go up when I republish the blog, at some point during the day. If you need to register, ignore Blogger's request that you start a blog—your registration will go through anyway.


2:32 AM  |

Right to (a Homosexual) Life

A researcher from the University of Illinois claims to have identified a DNA link for homosexuality.

The idea that a gene alone can cause someone to grow up homosexual is hogwash. But that won't prevent the homosexual lobby from using studies such as this latest one as "proof" that homosexuality is to be encouraged as a normal and healthy lifestyle.

However, there may be a silver lining to "gay gene" findings, one that nobody, least of all Planned Parenthood and NARAL—both major forces in the homosexual-rights movement—seems to notice. The belief that a gene causes homosexuality could affect the legality of abortion.

Think about it. Right now, Planned Parenthood, NARAL, and their allies loudly defend a woman's "right" to murder her child at any stage of pregnancy, for any reason. They support a woman's right to use prenatal DNA tests for the purpose of deciding whether to abort—fighting vehemently against any attempt to disallow abortion for the purpose of sex selection, for example.

(For an example of Planned Parenthood's attitude towards sex-selection abortions, see the last paragraph of this page from the Web site of one of its chapters, which sniffs, "Each year, a number of bills designed to create barriers or limit access to abortion services are introduced. Areas this legislation has covered include 'informed consent,' abortion reporting, insurance coverage, student fees, pathology reports, 'fetal pain,' fetal license plates, sex selection, fetal tissue research, late term abortions, etc." Dig those scare quotes around "fetal pain"—not to mention the idea of "fetal license plates.")

Now, imagine if women who didn't want homosexual offspring started testing their unborn children for the "gay gene"—and aborting them if that DNA were present.

I guarantee you, the homosexual community would scream for legislation to prevent women from making such a "choice."


1:58 AM  |

Thursday, January 27, 2005

OK By Me—Part 2

Last Saturday morning, my ever-gracious host in Tulsa, Okla., Michael Bates, chauffeured me to Oklahoma City, dropping me off at Surlywood, which Dustbury fans will recognize as the home of the venerable Charles G. Hill. (You can see a couple of photos of the home at the bottom of this page).

Charles and I began corresponding 1996, when I had my old Web site, which was full of Sixties pop writings and images so worldly as to be almost pornographic (it featured a photo of Carol Doda circa 1966, in a skimpy bikini, sitting on the counter of a bar, displaying neckties that came in a can). I think he must have found it by Googling my name after reading my Hollies liner notes or something. After a year or so of back-and-forth on our shared love of Ginny Arnell's "Dumb Head" and other obscure pop wonderments, we fell out of touch.

Four years later, the Doda photo was long gone from my site, I was a conservative Christian wingnut, and Charles somehow found me again, becoming a welcome reminder of the music that I couldn't give up despite my changed philosophy. I also realized for the first time that we were kindred spirits in other ways as well, as you can tell from his blog. While he's not a textbook conservative, he has a clear-headed grasp of right and wrong, and a sense of poetry. On a good day—which is often—his depth and perspicacity remind me of nothing so much as G.K. Chesterton's work in the Illustrated London News.

To be continued...

UPDATE: It turns out my memory of how Charles and I met and re-met is off, so Charles is the authority on that. He kindly leaves it to me to reveal what my CompuServe handle was, a vintage-pop joke that he alone understood: "Nogood4u."


10:58 PM  |

NARAL Reaps Wages of Sign

With mass murderers like the Chairman (no, not Frank Sinatra—the other one) scrambling to follow Idi and Osama's example, you just knew that Moloch had to get in on the act:


The demon writes: "One of my most favorite all-time organizations is NARAL Pro-Choice America since they do such great work for me and others down here. In fact we have reserved some office space down here for them later if they don't escape the grasp of my claws. They have this wonderful campaign going showing pictures of people with a very positive looking sign and sometimes when I get a little depressed over some anti-choice victory I just load up their web page and look at their animated slide show of people holding this sign. There is even a picture of two dogs with one of these signs so it is nice to see even Fido helping out the cause."


1:40 PM  |

Get Your Clicks
Links of Note

  • For those wanting the "right to die," why stop there? Ed of Media Culpa offers "some other possibly missing rights."

  • If you're going to call this blog by something other than its name, I guess "The Darwin Patrol" could be appropriate. (Note: The photo on that entry is of a child receiving a successful operation in the womb—not an abortion.)


1:21 PM  |

I've added a disclaimer to "Dear Terri."


1:10 PM  |

Brett Taylor of Saint Kansas made a comment to "I. Amin Pro-Choice America" that must be shared: "Sorry, Dawn (and all the ladies)—this one's taken."


1:06 PM  |

If you visited this page last night, there's a new addition to that evening's entries—I posted it "back in time" to keep the NARAL and "Dear Terri" items uptop.


3:38 AM 

I. Amin Pro-Choice America

NARAL's "We Are Pro-Choice America" photo campaign is so popular that even dead genocidal dictators want to get into the act. Thanks be to Joel Helbling for sending in this shot of a man who killed some 255,000 victims—but doesn't have a peg on the hypocritical Hippocraticals who don white coats to extinguish life:


1:43 AM  |

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

OK By Me—Part 1

I visited Oklahoma for the first time last Thursday through Monday, at the very kind invitation of Tulsa residents Michael Bates and his wife, Mikki, and found much to like, from the Art Deco and Fifties-era hotel and burger-joint signs, to the gentlemanly menfolk who would hold doors open for me, to the cheap eats, to the churchy structures of all types (including the world's largest praying hands, to the rugged individualism reflected in the many specialty license plates, and more.

On Friday afternoon, Michael took me to the Will Rogers Memorial Museum in Claremore, which is really more like a shrine, filled with Frederic Remington sculptures, lassoes, postcards, sheet music, vaudeville posters, and loads of odd little dioramas of episodes in the humorist's life. (That's where Your Petiteness posed alongside a painting of the "Anti-Bunk" hero.) But while the dozens of Rogers epigrams posted on the walls make for amusing reading, many of the exhibits lack biographical background—it's largely just "here's his hat," "here are his spectacles," etc. (Exceptions include a great display on Life magazine's "Will Rogers for President" campaign.)

The museum's Web site includes information on Rogers that would have made its exhibits more interesting—like Eddie Cantor's tale of how Rogers schooled him. That piece includes a Rogers quote on how he drew his material from newspapers, which still applies in the age of blogs:

I have found out two things. One is that the more up-to-date a subject is, the more credit you are given for talking on it, even if you really haven’t anything very funny. But if it is an old subject, your gags must be funny to get over.
Still to come: Record hunting with Charles G. Hill, coffee with the cream of Okie bloggers (where I just missed seeing a giant wiener), and tea with Happy Homemaker.


9:20 PM  |

I Am Furious Yellow

Looks like some people can't take yellow ribbin'.

Kevin McCullough reports that the University of Oregon is steaming over bloggers' and talk-radio listeners' massive protest against its banning the yellow-ribbon "Support Our Troops" stickers from university-owned cars. The school claims such expression on a state-owned university's property is "a violation of a statewide policy."

What I'd like to know is, since when did supporting the members of the U.S. military become a violation of the policy of a U.S. state?


1:28 PM  |

Bin Choosin

As NARAL Pro-Choice America continues posting photos of hapless Americans holding the organization's pre-printed "I Am Pro-Choice America" sign, it seems unfair that the organization should ignore its many foreign supporters. To that end, Saint Kansas forwards me a shot that, inexplicably, didn't make NARAL's cut:


4:37 AM  |

Raising the 'Anti'

Roman Catholic seminarian Jeff Geerling just got back from the March for Life and has some photos to show for it, but what's on his mind now is the lopsided nature of the press coverage the rally received, as he writes in a thought-provoking entry, "War of the Words":

I am Pro-Life.

I am not an enemy of life. I am an ardent supporter of all human life; from the moment it starts (conception, when sperm meets egg), to the moment it naturally ends.

And yet, I am a "foe." I am an "enemy," according to most media sources. Take a look at these headlines:

* "Anti-abortionists pledge to fight on"
* "Abortion foes march in capital"
* "Abortion foes rally in Washington"
* "Abortion Foes Get Call From Bush"

Some may think that this is a non-issue, but it is not. Many members of the media are playing a game with words, trying to make pro-lifers sound like bad people, and "pro-choicers" sound good.
Read on to his conclusion—it's something that needs to be said.


4:03 AM  |

Robert George, the man who puts the "pun" in "pundit," is among the creators of a new online site inviting readers to vote in the anti-Oscars. Of course, it's called The Felixes.


3:48 AM  |

Salon Writer Stands Up for Terri

A call to let Terri Schiavo live has come from an online magazine not known for supporting a culture of life: Salon.

Linda Reid Chassiakos, mother of a severely disabled child, writes:

Terri's cause has been adopted by religious conservatives with passionate advocacy. I am neither religious nor conservative, but as a compassionate progressive, I believe the Schiavo case spotlights a critical juncture in the preservation of a humanistic and humanitarian culture: Allowing Terri to die via starvation belies and mocks the ethics and principles of a civilized society.

As a doctor, I have cared for patients who have chosen, in sound mind and in good conscience, not to prolong their lives via extreme measures. Their decisions were documented in written contracts, often after intensive counseling and personal consideration. Hearsay communications from potentially interested parties, however, are not an acceptable substitute. In the absence of a living will, I remain committed by my Hippocratic oath (an ethical code for the medical profession that prohibits doctors from causing any harm) and duty to my profession to do the utmost for my seriously ill patients.
Read the whole thing.


2:11 AM  |

Remembering Greg Shaw

New York City musician Peter Kohman, whom I remember from 20 years ago when he was with the Tryfles, sends notice of a concert in honor of beloved late Bomp! Records founder Greg Shaw:

On January 29, Magnetic Field in Brooklyn will be hosting an evening in memory of Greg Shaw...a night of performances by the Coffin Lids and Shaw 'Nuff. The Coffin Lids were one of the last bands Greg signed to Bomp! and come in a haze of smoked amps and electroshocked, Farfisa-driven rock'n'roll. Shaw 'Nuff is a one-shot NYC supergroup featuring Peter Stuart, Kurt Reil, Mike Fornatale, Michael Lynch and Wendy Fornatale. Each of these musicians is variously a veteran of, or enlisted in, groups like The Standells, Grip Weeds, Beau Brummels, Blues Magoos, The Monks, Moby Grape, Cavestomp Redcoats, Richard & The Young Lions, The Lynchpins, and Kelly Stoltz. DJs Ira Robbins and WFMU's Evan Davies will spin prime selections from the Bomp! catalogue and music with
appropriate blood ties.

The night begins at 7:30 on January 29th. The door price will be $10, all proceeds donated to Greg's widow and son. Magnetic Field is located at 97 Atlantic Avenue, between Hicks and Henry Streets, in Brooklyn Heights. The phone # is 718-834-0069.


1:29 AM  |

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Letters From Iraq

The eloquent e-mails of my friend Steven Givler, a captain in the U.S. Air Force, telling of his experiences while stationed in Iraq, are now the subject of a three-part series in the Macon (Ga.) Telegraph. Here's a taste:

Some clown on the BBC the other night was saying that tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians had died because of American aggression. What nonsense. I'd be glad to host the man who said that. I'd let him spend the night in one of our flimsy trailers, listening to the shriek of rockets overhead, feeling the shock of the explosions and the rattle of stones on the roof. By morning, he'd be screaming for reprisals.

Not us. We take it. Sometimes on the chin. In ones or twos, our people are injured or killed. We mourn them. We pack their personal effects and send them home to their families and we press on, giving up our safety in order to assure [the safety] of Iraqi civilians. We don't do it for recognition and we don't expect to hear about it on the news. But it sure ticks me off when I hear someone saying exactly the opposite of what I know to be true.


11:43 PM  |

By popular demand, here again is the link to Tracey Hallman's poetry. Tracey is married to Saint Kansas, who writes today of how kids' TV is celebrating a #$%*&!@ different kind of wordsmith.


11:28 PM  |

Quote of the Day

From Kevin McCullough's new feature "Kerry—'Reporting for Duty", on the Massachusetts senator's return to Capitol Hill, comes this gem—a comment on a news article's stating, "On Monday, Kerry introduced a bill...":

Now there's something—not often said in the past 20 years...


11:08 PM  |

Two Hundred and Eighty-Eight Sex Partners? That's Two Gross*

A team of Ohio State University sociologists examining a sex survey taken by students at a Midwestern high school have created a "sex map" showing how nearly 300 teens were connected by sexual contact with one another.

Reuters reports that "288 students were linked in a one-to-one chain of sexual contact that rarely looped back. In other words, one boy had sex with one girl, who had sex with another boy, who had sex with another girl and so on."

The researchers said that the teens were "just average students" (I'm assuming they weren't talking in terms of academics) and "not extremely active sexually." (For comparison, they wrote, witness promiscuous adults such as "NBA stars with thousands and thousands of partners"—as though such scuzzy folk were somehow representative of responsible grown-ups.)

So what can be drawn from this interlocking map of hundreds of hedonistic high-schoolers? Hold onto your hat. "[S]ocial policies that could help some of them protect themselves from STDs could break a lot of these chains that can lead to the spread of disease," the lead researcher, sociologist James Moody, declares.

Ah yes, we're back in Planned Parenthoodland. It's perfectly fine for kids 14 and up to have sex with one another—just as long as Old Man VD doesn't break up the party. And as far as breaking "a lot of these chains," one abstinent student can break them—or at least impede their progress by saving himself or herself from premarital sex while making a positive psychological impression on other students.

But while Moody gives abstinence lip service, it's clearly not his priority:

"Anything that limits that and restricts the flow of body fluids between people would help." That includes education about condom use, abstinence and other policies, he said.
It's so simple. Why can't uptight red-state values-voter parents get it through their thick heads? For children to be sexually responsible, all they have to do is—repeat after me—restrict the flow of body fluids. This is what Planned Parenthood, SIECUS, and their allies call "comprehensive sex education," in a nutshell. It's the George Clinton adage—free your a-- and your mind will follow.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Midwest, nearly 300 high-school students have had sex with two or more partners—and nobody seems to care about what goes on above their waist.


*Bwahahaha! Oh, sorry...laughing at my own headlines again...


1:52 AM  |

A quick and very sleepy note to say thanks so much to everyone who's commented or written to me with sympathy and kindness over the personal news that I reported yesterday. It means a lot to me. Having just gotten back from my vacation, I'm more behind on e-mail than usual. But on the other hand, I now have more time than before, so I plan to write back very soon to everyone who wrote in.

Also coming soon, fond reminiscences of the Okie blogger bash and great times with Jan the Happy Homemaker, Charles G. Hill, and Michael Bates.


1:51 AM  |

Monday, January 24, 2005

Let's See Some ID

Wittingshire's Amanda Witt, whose husband Jonathan is the Discovery Institute's senior fellow, is in hot primordial ooze with Darwinists (not as fun as it sounds) for pointing out a Darwin quote on the relative intelligence of the sexes that could have come from beleaguered Harvard President Lawrence Summers.

Today Witt let fly a riposte that strikes at the unquestioning faith of evolutionists who are so quick to attack any theory that springs from, well, unquestioning faith:

Proponents of intelligent design get attacked all the time for their supposed motives, when what matters is THE EVIDENCE. That never seems to get addressed in the slew of ad hominem attacks, and the hand-wringing over the implications of design theory.

Look at the evidence for intelligent design. Look at the lack of evidence for key aspects of Darwinian evolution. That's all the ID movement asks.


11:19 PM  |

The Life You Save

On this day of the March for Life, NARAL Pro-Choice America's Bush v. Choice blog, in an entry titled—with the organization's typical sensitivity—"'Moral Values' my ass!", assails President Bush's lack of "moral clarity."

The NARAL blogger lauds an ACLU executive's pro-abortion op-ed that asks questions like, "What is moral about denying health coverage to a pregnant woman in need of an abortion when her doctor believes it is necessary to protect her health? What is moral about forcing a low-income woman to choose between paying for an abortion she needs to preserve her health and paying for food, shelter and other basic necessities for her family?"

Elsewhere on the blog, readers are directed to a discussion on Feministing.com about whether the Democratic Party should, while keeping its pro-choice stance, welcome pro-lifers (which, when you think about it, is like an oil refinery's welcoming asthmatics).

What the ACLU exec's op-ed and the Feministing discussion have in common is that they play into the idea that abortions are necessary primarily because a woman may need one to save her own life. In fact, abortion is never necessary to save a woman's life. It may be an unintended effect of a lifesaving procedure, such as ending an ectopic pregnancy, but a procedure intended specifically to kill the unborn child has been rendered unnecessary by advances in science. Even former Planned Parenthood president Alan Guttmacher famously wrote in 1967, "Today it is possible for almost any patient to be brought through pregnancy alive, unless she suffers from a fatal disease such as cancer or leukemia, and if so, abortion would be unlikely to prolong, much less save the life of the mother."*

The American Life League, a Catholic organization which is against every form of abortion, recognizes that lifesaving treatment may have an unintended "double effect": "Essentially, both mother and child should be treated as patients. A doctor should try to protect both. However, in the course of treating a woman, if her child dies, that is not considered abortion."

As for moral values and my a--, I'll stick my butt out for NARAL, the ACLU, and Planned Parenthood when they protest the U.S. Supreme Court's decision that the ex-husband of a "purposefully interactive, curious and expressive" woman can have her killed. But I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for them—least of all the ACLU—to do so...at least, not until the Devil needs a pair of ice skates.

*Abortion—Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow: The Case for Legalized abortion Now. Diablo Press, 1967.

3:36 PM  |

Post Mortem

I wrote the "wood"—the front-page headline—of yesterday's New York Post.

It was my last act at the Post. Knowing the Trump wedding was ahead, I shouted the headline to the paper's weekend copy chief as I headed out the door last Tuesday, my last day there.

The only things I can say about the situation right now are that it is always painful to lose one's job; I will always be proud of the work I did at the Post, where I won first place for "Brightest Headline" in the 2004 New York State Associated Press Awards; and I have faith that something better is in store for me.


1:15 AM  |

Sunday, January 23, 2005

IrishLaw takes on an anti-abstinence op-ed by NARAL's Karen Cooper that the blogger aptly terms "Grandmas for sex: because let's get real."

In response to Cooper's claim that abstinence-until-marriage is unrealistic as "a model for the 21st century, when half of the students in law school and medical school are women," IrishLaw writes:

I find it interesting Cooper focuses on law and medical students as an example here of those who are wanting (apparently) both to have sex and not to have children. If these students (still a very small percentage of all women) were to become pregnant -- as does happen in spite of all that comprehensive sex education NARAL advocates and these educated women undoubtedly know about -- surely they would be in the best position of all women to be able to take care of a child? Abortion is "needed" least for these.


11:15 PM  |

Take Two RU-486—and Call Me in the Mourning

The Los Angeles Times reports that Dr. Warren Hern, the late-term abortionist who's protesting that a Roman Catholic Church is publicly burying the ashes of some 1,000 babies he killed, says that he's got nothing against burial rites on principle. In fact, after he's vacuum-suctioned a baby out of a womb, he sometimes shows up at its funeral:

In some cases, he has participated in Jewish and American Indian funeral rituals after the abortion, along with the family members.
This sounds like something out of a black comedy like "The Loved One." An all-inclusive package deal: "We kill it...and mourn it."


1:33 AM  |

Saturday, January 22, 2005

This is Dan Lovejoy guest blogging for Dawn at the Oklahoma Blogger Bash. Click here for pics, or here for a list of attendees. We're having fun!

UPDATE, 11:31 p.m.: It's Dawn, back at the Bates family manse in Tulsa, here patriarch Michael is currently putting up photos of the blogger bash on his Batesline. Dan Lovejoy also has a group photo up—go to this post and scroll down.

And yes, I had a wonderful time, and will write more about it—and my fabulous outing with Dustbury's Charles G. Hill—after I get back on Monday. (Charles has already written a beautiful account of the afternoon, but I'm sure I can think of something he didn't mention.) Right now I have to get some sleep for that Sunday-morning red-state thing they call "church."

My one regret is that, while I was with fellow bloggers at the Oklahoma City coffeehouse where we met, I missed getting my picture taken outside with the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile.


4:47 PM  |

Friday, January 21, 2005

Still on vacation, but Michael Bates graciously allowed me to dominate his computer for a Planned Parenthood post tonight. You'll next hear from me late tomorrow or early Sunday, with photos and news of the first-ever Okie blogger bash. In the meantime, thanks for all the suggestions in "Ready, Willing, and Cable"—please keep them coming!


11:30 PM  |

Apoplectic Abortionist Kicks Ash

A mortuary worker in Boulder, Colo., was so disgusted by an abortionist's bringing boxes of human remains to be incinerated that he secretly brought the remains to a Roman Catholic Church—which has been quietly burying them for years.

Now, the church plans to publicly bury the ashes of up to to 1,000 aborted children—and the abortionist is hopping mad, as the local CBS affiliate reports:

Dr. Warren Hern of the Boulder Abortion Clinic said his contract with Crist Mortuary required it to bury the ashes in its own plot.

Instead, he learned this week that for nearly a decade, a mortuary officer has been giving the remains to the Sacred Heart of Mary Church. The ashes are buried near a statue of Jesus and a memorial wall with plaques carrying messages from people wanting to memorialize their fetus.
I'm sure if the news organization had bothered to speak to any of the bereaved parents, they'd say they weren't memorializing their fetus, but their baby. Amazing how people can get carried away and anthropomorphize the things to the point of imagining they're actual human beings.
"A lot of my patients come in with desired pregnancies, deeply saddened they have a desired pregnancy which is medically complicated or threatening their life," said Hern, one of a handful of doctors in the country who perform abortions late in pregnancy.
Notice how quickly the report throws off the fact that Hern, like Kansas' notorious Dr. George Tiller, performs late-term abortions. That means these weren't just "blobs of tissue," as the abortion lobby would have people believe. As volunteer Susan LaVelle from Sacred Heart of Mary explains, these were unmistakably mutilated babies:
LaVelle said the Crist officer who gave the remains to the church began doing it in 1996, when he worked at a different funeral home. She said the man was "traumatized" when he opened a shipment of remains and saw recognizable human parts. He asked the church pastor what to do.

"The two of them decided it would be good to be able to honor these unborn babies by giving them a proper burial," she said....

The church in the fields southeast of Boulder has quietly held burial ceremonies for fetal remains from Hern's clinic since 1996....[LaVelle] said parishioners have known about the activity since 1998, two years before the wall was built.

For a year, church leaders considered inviting the public to the burials, LaVelle said. When the church recently received enough remains for the largest burial yet, they decided to announce a candlelight vigil Friday night and a burial ceremony after Sunday morning Mass.

The burial will represent 600 to 1,000 remains of aborted, stillborn and miscarried fetuses. LaVelle said the ceremony was never intended as a political statement, though it comes one day after the anniversary of the 1973 Supreme Court decision in Roe vs. Wade that legalized abortion.

"I have never met a woman that didn't agonize over this decision, and we are not judging that. If anything, we are saying we understand this was agonizing," LaVelle said. "Our society says it's something to be quiet about, so she carries that pain in silence. We want her to know that she doesn't have to do that, that we're here for her."
But the abortionist will have none of it.
"I'm appalled that the Catholic Church will exploit women's private grief and misery for their own political purposes," he said. "Crist made a political statement by collaborating with this macabre ritual."
So proper burial is a "macabre ritual"—while sticking a pair of scissors in the skull of a viable unborn child is perfectly all right.

I suppose one could say it's bizarre to bury the ashes on sacred ground—if one believes that the babies are no more human than "medical records." For that's what Planned Parenthood says an unborn child is”medical records.

Oh, wait. That's what Planned Parenthood said it was, when they were pressed on the subject in another case. The present issue forces them back to relativism. Is it a baby? Is it a blob of tissue? Is it anything worth mourning over? That's up for the woman to decide—after she's had it killed, they say:
Kate Horle, spokeswoman for Planned Parenthood of the Rocky Mountains, said it was unethical because neither Hern nor his patients knew of the burials.

"We certainly see this as a violation of the privacy of women," she said. "(The church and the mortuary) don't have a relationship with these women and they have no idea what their wishes or personal beliefs might be."
Got it? If it's a violation of privacy, then the unborn child is "medical records." If the woman has other wishes or personal beliefs, then it's a person. But in any case, neither Planned Parenthood nor Dr. Hern has ever considered giving women an opportunity to mourn—not just see a social worker, but really mourn—for their dead child. Because that, of course, would imply that the thing that was scraped out of their womb was really a child—when we all know it's really just a child-shaped political football that can be humanized or dehumanized at a woman's whim.


10:08 PM  |

Short Fuse

I'd just gotten off the train to Newark International Airport and was in the elevator going up to the Air Train monorail, when I noticed that the only other person in there with me was a man about 40 years old, wide build, goatee, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and khaki bermudas. He looked like a beatnik Big Kahuna from the old surf movies. Except that the temperature outside was in the 30s.

He didn't look crazy, so I figured he must be traveling to somewhere warm.

"Going south?" I asked.

He paused and released an inaudible sigh.

"I could be sitting with a handgun and a kitchen sink on my head, and in New York, nobody would care," he said. "But put shorts on—" He sighed again.

The elevator doors opened. "Have a nice trip!" I chirped. And ran off.


1:09 AM  |

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Ready, Willing, and Cable

I'm dashing this off my friend Michael Bates's computer in Tulsa, Okla., where I am on a four-day vacation—during which I'll be joining Dustbury, Happy Homemaker, Dan & Angie, the Gleesons, and others at the first-ever Okie blogger bash. (Don't worry, my collection of Herman's Hermits vinyl is safe; a pal's watching the Eden manse.)

One of my last acts before flying south was moving up from dialup—I now have a cable connection. (I'll pause a moment while the chorus of, "You still used dialup?" dies down.) But I've yet to test-drive my new connection by attempting to, say, listen to three-minute songs that previously would have taken me half an hour to download (like Saint Kansas' "Rock the Vote" parody, "Bomb a Rock Star).

Here's where you can help. What have I been missing all this time? What songs, sermons, videos, animations, or other things on the 'Net should I check out now that I'm a broad with bandwith?

Please put your suggestions in the comments section below. My only requirement is that they link to material that's rated G.

Note: The comments only go up when I publish my blog, so if yours don't go up quickly, don't fret—they'll be up later in the day. Also, blogging will be light until I get back on Monday—but do watch for photos of the blogger bash, which should be up by Sunday morning.


11:44 PM  |

Schmall Change

After I complimented the Associated Press for using the word "schmooze" in a headline yesterday, some editor watered the headline down, removing the Yiddishism.

I guess you could say they preferred the Gentile touch. But the message here is, sadly, you schmooze, you lose.


4:21 AM  |

A Box on Both Your Houses

Sacred Miscellany's Mary Jane Ballou rethinks a counterculture classicMalvina Reynolds' Levittown-inspired protest tune "Little Boxes":

Washing up after dinner tonight, the song kept running through my head and I found myself growing progressively more annoyed.  Everything about the song oozed the self-satisfaction of the intellectual and political elite (self-identified, of course).  No mass-produced houses for them, no boring jobs in corporations, no dull public schools for their children, and so on.   I remembered performances of this song and the chortles of university students and faculty members that accompanied it.  And, I blush to admit, I chortled along with the best (or worst) of them. 

Was there ever a thought of how much those little houses (and today's equivalent) meant to the folks buying them with V.A. loans?  Of the pleasure of having a home and the family that had been delayed by Depression and War?  Of the quality of that housing compared to crowded older apartments or substandard rural dwellings?  Of what the people in those houses wanted or thought or cared about? 

Nah, it was all about being from Berkeley or San Francisco, being hip, politically active, and never taking a job with "The Man" as long as those graduate assistantships and the checks from home kept coming.
An online bio of Reynolds notes, "In her jubilant, liberal rejection of traditional other-worldly religion, Malvina wrote and sang 'This World':
"I'd rather go to the corner store
Than sing 'Hosanna' on that golden shore
I'd rather live on Parker Street
Than fly around where the angels meet."
So this woman valued things below more than things above, yet she couldn't see how, for a working-class family, a prefabricated home of their own could be a little piece of heaven.

That's pretty ticky-tacky, if you ask me.


3:50 AM  |

Military Engagement

The Canadian military has drafted guidelines for its chaplains to marry same-sex couples.

In other words, if G.I. Joe wants to marry G.I. Jeff, they can do it right on the base.

Never mind that no homosexual couple has asked the military to make the provision:

"It's essentially a statement of the way the law is going," said military chaplain Col. Stan Johnstone, who helped draft the new guidelines....Johnstone said that they also currently have never had a request by any same-sex couple to be "married," he simply wants the military to take the "leading edge" on the issue.
This story is much larger than its skimpy news coverage would suggest, because it compromises the integrity of the Canadian military.

If you've served or are serving in the military, U.S. or otherwise, please leave a comment and tell me, what do you think of Canada's making it possible for two soldiers serving in combat, side by side, to "marry"? There are all sorts of issues here that the articles on this issue have yet to address, from morale to the logistics of having a "married" couple serve together in situations where one of them could be killed.

Looks like the Canadians are so certain of being protected by Uncle Sam that they feel perfectly safe turning their military bases into hotbeds of homosexuality. I'm glad they didn't send their men to serve next to ours in Iraq. Our GIs have enough to deal with over there without having to overhear lovers' spats.


3:14 AM  |

"It's Not a Child—It's a Choice"

WorldNetDaily's David Kupelian's "How lying marketers sold Roe v. Wade to America" is a far-ranging and withering exposé of the abortion industry (sans photos) that should be read by everyone who considers themselves pro-choice—as well as pro-lifers who can withstand a behind-the-scenes description of people who kill people. Here's a sample—but read the whole thing:

Whereas once upon a time pregnant mothers were respectfully, lovingly referred to as being "with child," today we coldly refer to the unborn not as a child but as a "fetus." Indeed, the word "fetus" has taken on qualities and characteristics convenient to the pro-abortion viewpoint – implying something less than human, with little intrinsic worth, and therefore disposable. If an abortionist or "pro-choicer" looks at a "fetus," his eyes will see a perfectly formed human child – for that is what a fetus actually is – but his mind will see an ugly, nonhuman, disposable lump of tissue.

Interestingly, if there were no word for "fetus," such a switch of realities would be more difficult. The word itself becomes a convenient carrier of the "ugly, nonhuman" characteristics, and is thus a key tool for denying the humanity of the unborn human child.

We're dealing with very deep denial here. Let me offer a personal example: More than two decades ago, as a news reporter I confronted a Planned Parenthood attorney with a photograph of a white, five-gallon plastic bucket filled with dead, late-term human babies – the results of one day's abortions at a Canadian hospital. His response was to deny that what he saw were really human babies, and suggested that perhaps they were actually dead monkeys. Mind you, this man made his living defending the world's largest abortion provider – but when he saw real abortions, he denied what was right in from of his own eyes.


2:00 AM  |

My sincere apologies to everyone to whom I owe an e-mail. It's been very busy here, and I'm about to go away for a long weekend. I hope to make a dent in my inbox when I get back.


1:12 AM  |

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Just a reminder: If you try to register to post a comment and Blogger asks you, after you've input your username and password, to start a blog, just ignore the request—your registration is still good.


10:55 AM  |

Planned Parenthood's Clerical Error

Planned Parenthood's Web site currently features a link to The Religious Institute of Sexual Justice and Healing, headed by the former CEO of the pro-abortion sex-ed group SIECUS. Its motto is—I kid you not—"Pastors for Sexual Health, Prophets for Sexual Justice."

Considering the group is a favorite of Planned Parenthood, which cleared $35.2 million last year, I guess it depends on how you pronounce "prophets."

The Religious Institute's Web site features the organization's "Religious Declaration on Sexual Morality, Justice, and Healing," which begins:

Sexuality is God's life-giving and life-fulfilling gift.
So much for abstinence! Pity all those poor nuns, priests, monks, and spinsters walking around "unfulfilled." Pardon me while I run to the nearest singles bar to get godly "fulfillment."
Our culture needs a sexual ethic focused on personal relationships and social justice rather than particular sexual acts.
I'm sorry, "social justice" does not go with "personal relationships." They tried that in the Sixties, requiring white coeds to sleep with a rainbow of partners in order to prove they weren't all prejudiced and uptight. It didn't work. (Stokely Carmichael famously claimed that the only position for a woman in the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee was "prone.")
God hears the cries of those who suffer from the failure of religious communities to address sexuality.
Meaning, "God hears the cries of those who suffer from the failure of religious communities to address sexuality the way Planned Parenthood and SIECUS want them to address it." Is there any religious community in the world that fails to address sexuality? The only one I can think of is the Shakers.
We are called today to see, hear, and respond to the suffering caused by violence against women and sexual minorities, the HIV pandemic, unsustainable population growth and over-consumption, and the commercial exploitation of sexuality.
That reference to "unsustainable population growth and over-consumption" sticks out like an abortionist's curettage knife.

As Dean Esmay explained recently, overpopulation is a myth. The movement against overpopulation is financed largely by men of extreme wealth, as Population Research Institute head Steven W. Mosher noted in an interview while speaking of John D. Rockefeller:
I think he was also laboring under the misguided notion that you can reduce poverty by eliminating the poor. Of course, you can't do that. We know the way to reduce poverty is to set up the rule of law, put in place a system of respect and safeguards for private property. You set in place a fair and just legal system, you allow entrepreneurs to keep the proceeds of their enterprise rather than have them taxed away or stolen away by corrupt officials.
The Religious Institute's latest effort is an "Open Letter to Religious Leaders on Abortion" (PDF file) urging clergy to offer "support with love to those who choose adoption or termination of their pregnancies."

Ah, yes—support with love to those who choose to keep their baby, or those who choose to kill it. Because we know that the two are morally equivalent and equally deserving of support.

That support, the letter says, should include "providing worship opportunities for those who seek them to mourn losses from miscarriages, stillbirths, and abortions."

In other words, where abortion's concerned, support the killing of babies and give the bereaved moms the "opportunity" to worship.

And people think that pro-life religions have an inconsistent position? For women who have faith, there is hope after abortion—aided by church-supported groups like Project Rachel that minister to their real and deep suffering. But for the clergy of the Religious Institute, one woman's adoption is no better than another woman's abortion, and life itself becomes as worthless as a Planned Parenthood condom—after it's been tested by Consumer Reports.


3:09 AM  |

All the Schmooze That's Fit to Print

Nice to see some Noo Yawk Yiddish creep into the mainstream, via this AP headline:

"President Bush Schmoozing With Donors"


2:55 AM  |

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Hill Da Wabbit

Saint Kansas has a screen grab from an episode of the kiddie cartoon show "Postcards from Buster" showing a "Mrs. President" who looks suspiciously like Hillary Clinton if she were a bunny rabbit with very short ears—or, as the post's headline suggests, a female dog.


9:05 PM  |

The Vision Thing

Charles of Dustbury writes about the folly of requiring specific physical characteristics in a love interest:

You might infer...that there have not been many women in my life, and indeed there have not, but they have been a fairly diverse lot, from sizes 2 to 221?2, heights from 4'9" to 5'9", and don't even ask me to recall cup sizes. About the only thing they had in common was that at some point they thought I was acceptable, which is miraculous enough.
What a beautiful statement. While I've done my share of guy-watching (often accompanied by involuntary hair-tossing and eyelash-batting), I have to agree with Charles. Looking back, the men to whom I was most attached weren't the ones whom I found most attractive on first sight. They were the ones with whom I felt comfortable—as opposed to the goofy and awkward way I feel around ultra-handsome men—and who intrigued me in a way that made me want to discover what was behind their eyes.


8:01 PM  |

The Real Kerry Spot

My latest Planned Parenthood post just turned up on The Daou Report, published by the John Kerry campaign's online communications advisor Peter Daou, "the Web version of a daily report prepared by Peter for KE04 and the DNC." I can't really make out a particular editorial view in its selection of topics—it just seems to be a potpourri of opinions from mostly leading conservative and liberal blogs.


1:07 PM  |

This has to be the oddest pro-life blog I've seen. I can't make head or tail of it.

Well, on second thought, I can make out the head pretty well.


4:05 AM  |

Dawn Sequitur

Reading a press release masquerading as a feature article on the Madera, Calif., Planned Parenthood clinic, I found this curious little quote from the facility's manager, which I offer without comment:

"Our community outreach program includes providing books for the children of our clients to encourage their love of reading."


4:00 AM  |

Rubber Bull

"This is an easily preventable disease, you just have to change human behavior."

           — Film and TV producer Firdaus Kharas speaking by telephone from the United Nations, where he was publicly launching "Three Amigos," the AIDS-prevention campaign featuring cartoon condoms


How right he is. Except that his campaign doesn't encourage behavior change at all. It just encourages potential AIDS victims to have a false sense of security.


3:33 AM  |

Baby, It's You

"Nineteen years ago, 14-year-old Mishelle Elliot made a mistake that changed her life. She and her boyfriend were fooling around, and, as is often the case, one thing led to another. Maybe they didn’t have a condom, or maybe what they used broke, but Mishelle soon found herself responsible for an extra life growing inside her. Mishelle cried when she discovered it, afraid of what her family and her boyfriend would think and do."

So writes college student Paul Owen in a poignantly beautiful article for his school paper: "Adoption could save a life—like mine."


2:55 AM  |

Monday, January 17, 2005

Army Chaplain's Prayer Request

A friend in the military sends this prayer request from a chaplain in Iraq. I'm omitting the chaplain's e-mail address but will forward him any encouraging comments:

As a transportation battalion, my unit will be delivering the voting machines and the ballots to villages and cities throughout Iraq during the upcoming elections. (January 30/31) Our convoys are prime targets for the insurgents because they do not want the equipment to arrive at the polling stations nor do they want the local Iraqi citizens to have the chance to vote; timely delivery must occur so that the elections occur. Encourage your friends and family members and those within our churches to pray specifically for the electoral process.

Historically, the previous totalitarian regime would not allow individual citizens to vote. Democracy will not be realized in Iraq if intelligent and competent officials are not elected to those strategic leadership positions within the emerging government; freedom will not have an opportunity to ring throughout this country if the voting process fails. Announce this prayer request to your contacts throughout your churches, neighborhoods, and places of business. Those with leadership roles within the local church, post this message in as many newsletters and bulletins as possible. There is unlimited potential for God's presence in this process but if we do not pray then our enemy will prevail (See Ephesians 6:10-17) A prayer vigil prior to the end of the month may be an innovative opportunity for those within your sphere of influence to pray. This is a political battle that needs spiritual intervention. A powerful story about God's intervention in the lives of David's mighty men is recorded in 2 Samuel 23:8-33. David and his warriors were victorious because of God's intervention. We want to overcome those who would stand in the way of freedom. David's mighty men triumphed over incredible odds and stood their ground and were victorious over the enemies of Israel. (Iraqi insurgents' vs God's praying people). They don't stand a chance.

I will pray with my soldiers before they leave on their convoys and move outside our installation gates here at Tallil. My soldiers are at the nerve center of the logistic operation to deliver the voting machines and election ballots. They will be driving to and entering the arena of the enemy. This is not a game for them it is a historical mission that is extremely dangerous. No voting machines or ballots. No elections. Your prayer support and God's intervention are needed to give democracy a chance in this war torn country. Thank you for reading this e-mail. Please give this e-mail a wide dissemination.

Thank you for your prayer support for me and my family. Stand firm in your battles.

Blessings,

v/r

Lyle

CH (CPT) Lyle Shackelford

Battalion Chaplain

HHD, 57th Transportation Battalion

Providing With Mobility

"Keep Em Moving"

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."
-Joshua 1:9


8:07 PM  |

Can You Draw Maggie?

This is my kind of contest:

The Margaret Sanger Blogspot is pleased to announce its 1st Annual Margaret Sanger at the Ku Klux Klan Rally Art Contest.

Margaret Sanger's account of her talk at the Ku Klux Klan Rally can be found below from pages 366-367 of Margaret Sanger An Autobiography (1971 reprint by Dover Publications, Inc. of the 1938 original published by W.W. Norton & Company):

http://michael_mcloughlin.tripod.com/magieandkkk.html

When the Margaret Sanger Blogspot performed a Google search for images of this historical event, none could be found. Clearly, there is a critical need for artistic recreations of the historic event.

The Big Abortion Industry still holds Margaret Sanger out as an icon. Artwork is one more important way to promote the truth about Margaret Sanger.
See the full post for details on how to enter.

Artistic and witty pro-lifers like Curt Jester, Saint Kansas, Media Culpa, Fr. Bryce, Jeff Geerling, Dennis Schenkel, are you reading? This should be fun.


7:35 PM  |

Picks to Click
Links of Note
[UPDATED]

Karol of Alarming News has word of a pro-life rap song.

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Charles of Dustbury has more on the hijacking of Panix, which looks to be a new and deeply disturbing form of Internet crime. Charles also has a must-read post—really, an op-ed”on why today matters. Read the comments too.

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Julie Neidlinger writes encouragingly about this here blog and has fun with a NARAL feedback form intended for President Bush.


3:10 PM  |

Gay Bars Make 'Tolerant' Neighbors

The specter of enforced "tolerance" rears its ugly head in Spokane, Wash., where homosexual groups are pushing the traditionally conservative city to create a special "gay district":

A gay district would signal that Spokane is tolerant and progressive, proponents contend, the type of community that can attract the so-called "creative class" that will build the economy of tomorrow.
Needless to say, if you are opposed to creating a special part of town for people who need people who practice anal sex, you are an Uptight White Person. At least, according to "Bonnie Aspen, a business owner who arrived with her partner two years ago to escape the congestion of the San Francisco Bay area":
Spokane is some 90 percent white and a gay district will promote the notion that such a community can still be tolerant and have diversity, Aspen said.
So that's it. People who happen to live in a 90 percent white town in the Pacific Northwest have some serious tolerance issues to work out. They can either make an extra special effort to make the other 10 percent feel included—or they can just agree to let developers set a part of their town aside for homosexuals.

Heck, if creating a "gay district" is tolerant, why not just section off the entire darn city according to ethnic, social, religious, and sexual groups? And we could give each group its own insignia, so that no one would be caught in the wrong neighborhood. With my heritage, I'd wear a star, of course, and the homosexuals could wear those cute little pink triangles.

TRACKBACK: Dustbury's Charles writes in "They're here, we're used to them":

What bothers me about this is not so much that there would be a gay district in Spokane — we have one in Oklahoma City, fairly diffuse but centered not far from me, that bothers me not at all — but that they think it can be imposed from without. It can't. (The last time American cities made an effort to create separate neighborhoods, the symbol was not a rainbow, but a large black bird.)

3:40 AM  |

Media Culpa is on a roll. Especially read "If People Are Pests, Outlawing DDT is the Pesticide."


3:36 AM  |

Martin Luther King's Niece, Silent No More

Newsweek online has an interview with Martin Luther King's niece, Alveda King, that's astonishing. It's not what she's saying that's such a surprise—she's known to be a member of Silent No More, but, rather, that one of the more liberal newsmagazines' Web sites would publish such a pull-no-punches interview with a powerful, articulate, conservative black woman. Good on Newsweek, good on interviewer Karen Fragala, and God bless Alveda King. Some highlights from the story:

What is the most pressing issue facing African-Americans today?

If we were in the 1990s, I would have said that school choice is the most pressing civil-rights issue. We're now in the new millennium, and the battle for life, in my heart, has equal place. By that, I'm speaking of the pro-life movement. I am a member of a group called Silent No More, of mostly women who say they regret their abortion. I'm post-abortive so I know this, when we abort the child, we violate his or her rights, we as the mothers suffer tremendously, and our families suffer. I remember my children saying, "You killed our brother or our sister, how could you do that? Did you want to kill us, too?" My uncle said that "the Negro cannot win if he is willing to sacrifice the lives of his children for personal comfort and safety.” Now if you look at the issue of abortion, that's immediately sacrificing the life of a child for personal comfort and safely.

What about a young, single woman growing up in a poor neighborhood, with few resources? A lot of people would say that it is better for her to have an abortion than to raise a child in poverty and perpetuate the cycle of poverty for another generation.

I had an abortion in my early twenties. I was married, but the father did not want the child. He was very emphatic about that, and somewhat threatening, and I felt under tremendous pressure, and so I made that choice. At the time, we had one son, and [the father] did not want other children. And it was so convenient, because Roe v. Wade had just passed, and my medical insurance paid for it. I would say in retrospect, we have a greater responsibility as a compassionate society to teach our young people, male and female, the responsibility of parenting, what happens when you have sex, and to teach again like we used to: be prepared to raise a child if you have sex. People stopped saying that. And so I do have compassion for the young person who says, “If I have this baby, my life will be ruined.” But I believe the answer is: Think about that before you have the sex. I would say to that young lady, if she's already pregnant, then we go into intervention and look for opportunities to have the child adopted, or to strengthen her with maybe a scholarship to finish school so she doesn't feel deserted or abandoned.

1:40 AM  |

Sunday, January 16, 2005

James Wood has decided not to retire his blog after all, and I for one am glad.


10:51 PM 

Just a reminder: You don't need to start a blog to register with Blogger so you can comment on this blog. Just ignore the request that Blogger gives you to start a blog. Your comment will go through anyway.

I ask bloggers to register because it cuts down on comments spam and helps make commenters more responsible. I love the quality of the comments on this blog.


10:44 PM  |

"Faces of Feticide" Entrants:
We Have a Winner!

Among the many fine entries in The Dawn Patrol's first caption contest, "Faces of Feticide"—which featured a photo of a young woman in a cubicle holding a sign from NARAL saying "I Am Pro-Choice America," taken from the organization's gallery for its photo campaign*—were these gems:

  • From No. 2: "Fer real. I'm having my uterine contents suctioned out while we speak...No, not at all. Sure, I can meet you for a latte in 15 minutes, as long as it's a skinny!"

  • From bryanm: (on the day of the Christ's return)
    God - "So, let's talk about that picture"

  • From Therese Z: "Golly, yes, I'm pro-choice! I have the power not only to choose my friends, but I can even choose my family!"

  • And, proving that there's always a surrealist in the bunch, one from Credo (a blogger I'm very happy to have discovered through this contest). Remember, the photo was of a young woman holding a sign reading, "I Am Pro-Choice America." I give Credo, an ardent pro-lifer, credit for having the creativity to respond by writing something in Engrish:

    "Buy American. Make very happy long time. Please choose American."
But the prize goes to the author of this caption, who wrote it after NARAL removed the first photo from its site:
A cartoon thought bubble above her head says:

"PLEASE HELP ME...they said if I don't smile enough when I hold up this paper they will vacuum extract me from my cubicle...they took away my cubicle neighbor, the one with brown hair, glasses, and a black v-neck, because she didn't smile enough and held her up by her feet and stuck scissors in the back of her brain!!! OH GOD HELP ME..."
Wodamark, assuming you're a bona fide stranger (or near-stranger) and not a friend in disguise, you have won a $25 Amazon gift certificate. In addition, I'll donate $25 to the tsunami-relief charity of your choice and $25 to the pro-life charity of your choice. Please write me at dawn -at-dawneden.com to claim your prize and name your charities of choice, plus drop a comment below so I'll have verification that the person who e-mailed me is in fact Wodamark.

Thanks so much to everyone who entered! I'm now taking suggestion for a new contest.

*Until NARAL removed that photo, when I replaced it with another one, which NARAL then removed as well.


9:40 PM  |

WE DID IT!

Thank you, readers! Using nothing but the force of satire, we shamed NARAL Pro-Choice America into removing its online "I Am Pro-Choice America" photo gallery.

I originally read about the gallery in this post on NARAL's "Bush v. Choice" blog. The gallery, which you can read about in my "Faces of Feticide" contest entry, featured images of women holding up printed signs saying "I Am Pro-Choice America." As one reader noted, the women were likely all NARAL employees.

The organization put out a call for supporters to send in photos of themselves for the gallery. That link is still up. But all the original gallery images are down—including both the ones I used for my caption contest.

While I'm thankful that the employees of NARAL—whom those in the photos most likely were—are feeling shame over their public identification as "Pro-Choice Americans, the sad part of this is that they have no compunction about exposing others to ridicule. You can bet that the gallery will re-emerge in time, with dozens or hundreds of Americans smiling with their "I Am Pro-Choice American" signs—unaware of the extent of public criticism they may face.

I don't believe in ridiculing people for the sake of making them feel bad about themselves. But when a person publicly holds up a sign saying, "This is what I am," and advocates for a particular view, they deserve to face the reaction of people who disagree with what they stand for.

I am thankful that I live in a country where we have this right to publicly state our views and publicly disagree. And, occasionally, make fun of a public person's hairstyle—without malice.

Contest results to follow later tonight...


8:33 PM  |

On the Side of the Angles

Roman Catholic seminarian Jeff Geerling writes about taking part in the annual pro-life march in St. Louis, which drew 400 people. He's not kidding about the Planned Parenthood building's looking like a prison. But what I really like is his demonstration of how a pro-lifer and a newspaper photographer can approach the same situation from two totally different angles.


7:39 PM  |

Charles of Dustbury has an excellent and highly informative post on the hijacking of my e-mail server, Panix. Sorry to be so taken up with this today, but, as you can imagine, it is a huge issue. According to Panix's Web site, it appears to be resolved, but I will never feel secure with an e-mail server again.


6:49 PM  |

Watch this space for the winning entry of the "Faces of Feticide" contest. [UPDATE: The winner's posted above.]

Addled Writer comments to the entry below that it's too soon to attempt to make a political point out of the Jersey City killings, and that Muslims in America oppose violence done in the name of their religion. What do you think? Please post your comment to that entry—and do know that I am not advocating a reaction against Muslims in general, only the terrorists who are calling for violence against "infidels."


1:18 PM 

Vengeful Muslims Suspected in Brutal
Killing of Christian N.J. Family

This story in today's New York Post adds horror upon horror. The unspeakably brutal murder of a Jersey City, N.J., family may been motivated by Islamic hatred:

The father of a murdered New Jersey family was threatened for making anti-Muslim remarks online — and the gruesome quadruple slaying may have been the hateful retaliation, sources told The Post yesterday.

Hossam Armanious, 47, who along with his wife and two daughters was found stabbed to death in his Jersey City home early Friday, would regularly debate religion in a Middle Eastern chat room, one source said.

Armanious, an Egyptian Christian, was well known for expressing his Coptic beliefs and engaging in fiery back-and-forth with Muslims on the Web site paltalk.com.

He "had the reputation for being one of the most outspoken Egyptian Christians," said the source, who had close ties to the family.

The source, who had knowledge of the investigation, refused to specify the anti-Muslim statement. But he said cops told him they were looking into the exchanges as a possible motive.

The married father of two had recently been threatened by Muslim members of the Web site, said a fellow Copt and store clerk who uses the chat room.

"You'd better stop this bull---- or we are going to track you down like a chicken and kill you," was the threat, said the clerk, who was online at the time and saw the exchange.

But Armanious refused to back down, according to two sources who use the Web site.

Jersey City Mayor Jerramiah Healy would neither confirm nor deny that cops and prosecutors were looking into the religion motive, saying only that "nothing is being ruled out." But a relative of the mayor who answered the phone at Healy's home said there was information the murders were "religion-related"...

Armanious' fervor apparently rubbed off on his daughter, Sylvia — who would have turned 16 yesterday.

"She was very religious and very opinionated," said Jessica Cimino, 15, a fellow sophomore at Dickenson HS.

A family member who viewed photos of the bloodbath said Sylvia seemed to have taken the most savage punishment.

"When we saw the pictures, you could tell that they were hurt really, really bad in the face; especially Sylvia," said Milad Garas, the high-school sophomore's great-uncle.

The heartless killer not only slit Sylvia's throat, but also sliced a huge gash in her chest and stabbed her in the wrist, where she had a tattoo of a Coptic cross.

Also found murdered were the wife, Amal Garas, and the parents' other daughter, Monica.

Fred Ayed, the deacon at St. George and St. Shenouda Church, where the deeply religious family attended services, said he's worried that the murders could have a ripple effect.

"I am concerned for the safety of our community," said Ayed, who knew Hossam for 30 years.

"People are scared because one family was slain like cows," said Moheb Ghabour, publisher of a local newspaper for the Coptic community.

Osama Hassan, director of the Islamic Center of Jersey City, described the relationship between Copts and Muslims as cooperative if not friendly.

"I think there might be people that can get into physical fights, but not to the point of murder," Hassan said.

Both the deacon and uncle poured cold water on the theory that the family were the victims of a robbery gone wrong.

"This is not a robbery, Ayed said. "We found all of the jewelry in the house. They didn't take anything."

The FBI confirmed it has been called in to help with the case.
The New York Times, which did not have the Muslim-hatred angle of the story as of this writing, notes that yesterday morning "officials said that they would release the official autopsy reports later in the day, but then they declined to do so."

That sounds to me like they have evidence that the family were slain in the manner that Islamic terrorists slaughter so-called infidels.

It could be that the assertions the Post story makes are false. Still, when will we learn from 9/11? If we don't fight this terror and hatred, wherever it is, it will find us.

UPDATE: Steven Givler, who is having a technical problem commenting via Blogger, writes:

I thought I'd mention that I don't see why people are so coy about suspecting Moslems of killing the Coptic family in New Jersey.

After all, what happened to them is no different from what would have happened to them in Egypt, had they spoken out about Islam - or even not said anything about Islam, but tried to tell someone about Jesus.

And what hypocrisy on the part of Osama Hassan to describe the relationship between Copts and Moslems as "cooperative if not friendly." It may appear that way on the streets of New Jersey, but the dynamic that governs that relationship is the terrible oppression Copts and other "infidels" receive at the hands of the tyrannical regimes they fled when they came to the United States.

3:13 AM  |

Saturday, January 15, 2005

I just popped by the St. Gabriel's tsunami relief-fund Web site and was elated to see that the charity—whose public-service ad appears at left—is only a few hundred dollars short of its $50,000 goal.

Right now, the St. Gabriel's relief team—including the lovely woman known as The Penitent Blogger—is in India to deliver aid to the victims. You can read their journal of the trip on the organization's Web site. While you're there, why not click the PayPal link and add to their donations? I'm sure that as the volunteers of the charity—which started last month with nothing but love and concern—are working to help people who have lost everything, it would lift them up to hear that their much hoped-for goal had been met.


8:00 PM  |

Serves Me Wrong [UPDATED—SEE BELOW.]

It's starting to hit me just how distressing it is that my e-mail server, panix.com, has been hijacked. Any company through which I've done business could e-mail my own address with personal information on me, and it would go to some stranger. Likewise, friends of mine could write me mentioning personal information about me or them, and the stranger—who's clearly a criminal—could use the information to commit fraud. Or the crook could write back to my friends and they'd think it was me.

When I get home tonight, I plan to e-mail my entire address book to tell them to use dawn -at- dawneden.com, which is still operative (it goes to the panix.net domain, rather than the hijacked panix.com). But I have many friends who aren't in my address book.

More information about the domain hijacking is on Panix's home page.


UPDATE, 1/16/05, 1:35 a.m.: This is bizarre and scary. The owner of my Web host says he's never seen anything before. Someone masterminded a scheme to take over New York's oldest commercial Internet service provider that involved nefarious dealings on three continents. Someone should investigate this story, because this is big. Check out the latest dispatch from Panix:

Panix's main domain name, panix.com, has been hijacked by parties unknown. The ownership of panix.com was moved to a company in Australia, the actual DNS records were moved to a company in the United Kingdom, and panix.com's mail has been redirected to yet another company in Canada. Panix staff are currently working around the clock to recover our domain, but this may take until Monday, due to the time differences and difficulties in reaching responsible parties over the weekend.

7:13 PM  |

Today's Modesto Bee has a fascinating interview with abortion survivor Gianna Jessen, who was born alive at 7 1/2 months after clinic workers had injected saline into her mother's womb. Lack of oxygen in the womb resulted in her developing cerebral palsy. She thrived nonetheless and became an ardent campaigner for the pro-life cause. The whole article's worth a read—here's a quote that stood out:

"My biological parents made some really poor choices," she said. "I forgive them for what they did [but] I live every day with the result of the 'choice' that my biological mother made 27 years ago. So it's ridiculous to think our choices on a moment-by-moment basis only affect us. They always affect someone else, for good or ill."


5:41 PM  |

Sports fans will appreciate how odd it was for me, as someone who doesn't follow the teams, to turn on the news-radio station today and hear the announcer speaking so excitedly about "gangrene."


5:00 PM  |

Cheech Your Children

This is your child's brain on drug education:

RAMAPO (N.Y.)—Grumpy is hyper-vigilant and mildly paranoid. Bashful, with his bloodshot eyes, red nose and unsteady gait, has a clear case of alcoholism. Sneezy snorts cocaine; Sleepy shoots up heroin. And Happy? Pot, of course.

"Snow White and the Seven Drugged Dwarfs" was just one of 17 workshops on substance abuse, health and sexuality offered yesterday at Rockland Community College as part of the annual Drug Awareness Day. The eight-hour event, which included a multimedia presentation and an afternoon reception, drew students from public high schools across the county, from the Rockland Board of Cooperative Educational Services and from Daytop Rockland.

"In a lot of ways, this is the first step," event co-chairman John Dunn said about the program's purpose. "An adolescent is probably not going to stop using substances solely because of this program, but it tips the scale a little bit.

"Students will come away with a heightened awareness of the risk and come away with skills to help them address that risk."
[Source]

Have we not learned anything from the Sixties? The enormous popularity of Cheech and Chong among potheads shows that portraying marijuana users as happy-go-lucky goofballs does not exactly deter teens from seeking out the weed. In fact, any attempt to portray drug addicts in hip and ironic settings only serves to distance kids from the intended lessons, disassociating the danger from the children's reality.

And speaking of disassociating from reality:

In one of the workshop rooms in Academic II, peer educators from Planned Parenthood passed out cups of water representing body fluids. Except for one cup injected with a faint dye, all the cups were clear. As students, simulating the exchange of body fluids, transferred the contents of their cups to other cups, all of the water gradually became contaminated. The infection, originally carried by one person, had transmitted to all the people.

"They all reacted, 'Who gave me this?'" said peer educator coordinator Mara Yacobi.
This is a typical Planned Parenthood exercise, and it's deceptive in that it appears to give kids an important message: Sexually transmitted diseases are contagious. But what message does it really give?

We all know what message Planned Parenthood wants kids to take from that exercise: Use condoms. But Planned Parenthood knows full well that not every teen instructed to use condoms will use them each time, nor do condoms prevent every sexually transmitted disease.

Also note the context of this exercise. It takes place during a brief workshop in a one-day symposium. Essentially, the educators believe that if they only have an hour to get a message to the kids, the most important thing they can share with them is, "Use condoms."

Time and time again, sex educators use this Band-Aid approach—and then they wonder why teens are still getting pregnant and contracting sexually transmitted diseases.

The truth is, exercises like the one Planned Parenthood's glass of water only serve to teach kids that it is a given that they will have multiple sexual partners. Once that issue is settled for them, they are certain to encounter emotional problems and risk getting pregnancy and disease. Attempting to "protect" them by educating them about condoms only serves to exacerbate the problem by endorsing a culture of sexual permissiveness.


2:47 PM  |

It does appear that I have lost e-mail due to my mail server's domain being stolen (see below). If you've sent me an e-mail in the past day and I haven't responded, please send it again. (If you've sent me one earlier and I haven't responded, my apologies—I'm backlogged.)


2:30 PM  |

E-gads

My e-mail server, Panix, announced today that its domain has been stolen.

What that means for me is that I can best be reached via my dawneden.com address, dawn -at- dawneden.com, rather than my Panix one.

As for what it means for Panix, I thought I would post the two notices they've sent out on the subject, in case the techies among you are interested or would like to comment:

[First notice]:
Sat, Jan 15 2005 -- 6:03 AM
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We are currently looking into a very serious error involving our main domain name, "panix.com". It has either been stolen, or been the victim of a very bizarre technical failure on the part of one or more domain registrars or some part or the global DNS system. Some of the entities involved in this failure appear to be in Canada, Great Britain, and Australia, and it's proving challenging to untangle so far. We are of course working on resolving this as soon as possible, since this failure impacts *all* services that use the panix.com name.

Since the errors (or theft) are controlled by domain registrars, and not by us, this is not a simple technical failure that we can resolve on our own by working hard enough. This is a failure of the underlying fabric of the Internet. Since we are reliant on registrars to fix this problem in their databases, we can't provide a definite estimated time to fix this problem. We will however provide updates as sson as we know anything else.

[Second notice:]

Sat, Jan 15 2005 -- 10:39 AM
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Until we resolve the issue of the domain "panix.com", we have set up the domain "panix.net" to include the same names and addresses as "panix.com".

You may use this as a temporary solution for access to mail, webpages, etc. Wherever you would use "panix.com", you can replace it with "panix.net".

11:47 AM  |

This Post Brought to You By a White American
Jewish Christian Driving-Disabled White-Collar
Heterosexual Abstinent Female

The National Gay & Lesbian Task Force's statement in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day features this quote from Jesse Jackson's 1984 Democratic National Convention speech:

The white, the Hispanic, the black, the Arab, the Jew, the woman, the Native American, the small farmer, the businessperson, the environmentalist, the peace activist, the young, the old, the lesbian, the gay and the disabled make up the American quilt.
My first thought reading that was: And they forced Interior Secretary James Watt out four years later because he bragged that his staff included "a black, a woman, two Jews and a cripple"? (Never mind that he also dissed the brothers.)

I intend to observe Martin Luther King Day by respecting other people as fellow human beings—not as straight, gay, fully abled, follicularly challenged, black, white, purple, blancmange, whatevers.


2:49 AM  |

Friday, January 14, 2005

Headline of the Day

From Christianity Today's Weblog, for a story about a Christian organization's being told it can't put tsunami orphans in a religious group home, a headline with a rock'n'roll reference: "Hey, Preacher, Leave Those Kids Alone."


10:19 PM  |

Read the updated "Faces of Feticide" entry for NARAL's reaction to the contest.


8:16 PM  |

Planned Parenthood: 'We Kill Your Kid So You Don't Have To'

Someone known only as "sprflwr" went into the Dawn Patrol archives and made a pro-abortion comment to my entry about Planned Parenthood's reaction to the baseball-bat abortion case:

Planned Parenthood exists to keep incidents like this from happening. The tragedy here is that this young couple was so desperate to end this pregnancy that they took this girl's life into their own hands. Ted Kennedy said it best this Wednesday: "History teaches that abortions do not stop because they are made illegal. Indeed, half of all abortions in the world are performed in places where abortions are illegal." Those who oppose abortion need to face the fact that "the number of abortions is reduced when women and parents have education and economic opportunity." Don't those who care about the right to life have a special obligation to make universal prenatal care -- and health care generally -- a priority? Instead of focusing on making abortions illegal, use your energy to help keep children from getting pregnant in the first place!
Would anyone care to post a polite response to that comment in case the commenter returns?

UPDATE: One great comment has come in already, courtesy of Saint Kansas: "Rule No. 1: Any sentence that begins 'Ted Kennedy said it best'should not be finished."

UPDATE #2: Kate's witty comment has the best analogy I've seen on the subject—a good one to remember when confronting abortion proponents.


4:01 PM 

I am happy to report that the news article I linked to earlier about Pope Pius XII's allegedly ordering that Jewish children sheltered by Catholics not be returned to their parents, has been debunked. The Curt Jester has the story.

Jeff Geerling, thank you for not saying, "I told you so."


3:39 AM  |

UPDATED—Faces of Feticide

UPDATE, 7:50 p.m.:

My phone rang at work at 6:30 p.m. today and it was a man identifying himself as Jim Joseph, counsel for NARAL at Arnold & Porter in Washington D.C. The law firm's name was familiar because a reader who had posted a comment to this post, which included a link to his doctored version of the NARAL photo that I had posted, had e-mailed me an hour earlier to say that someone from Arnold & Porter had been viewing his site.

Before Joseph could say anything else, I said, "and you'd like me to take the photo off my site?" He said, "Yes." I said I'd do it immediately, and I did.

That was it. He was perfectly polite. Except that he said he hoped all my eggs died...JUST KIDDING! Please don't call me again on that one.

Because I said, "that photo," and he said, "yes," I believe I am within my rights to reasonably assume he meant only the photo that was taken from NARAL's site—and that Jeff Miller's fine photo of Death as "Pro-Choice America" can stay. And so it will unless and until my phone rings again.

You really have to admire these NARAL folks' research capabilities. They must have looked at their hits from my links to their site, then gone to my site, then dug through my various links until they found where I worked—something that is intentionally not obvious on my site because I wish to retain my safety and privacy. (Then they had to convince the switchboard operator that I work there, which is an effort in itself.)

One interesting result of NARAL's discovering The Dawn Patrol is that the photo I originally featured is no longer on NARAL's site. Apparently that woman is no longer Pro-Choice America. Since she has probably seen what readers have said about her and now realizes what some people think of her position, I think it'd be a good idea to pray that she gains God's wisdom and understanding and doesn't harden her heart. (Those are good prayers for anyone, myself included—not just her.)

The contest is still on, but with a new photo to caption. From now on, please make your captions for this photo from NARAL's gallery [UPDATE, 1/16/05: NARAL removed that photo too]. (Also, please let me know if NARAL takes it away or alters it—right now it's a blond woman holding the sign atop her head.)

Because this whole ordeal has only served to radicalize me, I am now adding to the prizes. Besides the ones mentioned below, I will donate $25 to the pro-life charity of the winner's choice.

Thanks very much for your support and encouragement, which means a lot to me when I come up against resistance, as it inevitably comes. I'm thankful that Jesus has overcome the world.


In the grand tradition of the Iraq Photo Project that had dreadfully earnest-looking Americans holding up "We're Sorry" signs—which Tim Blair hilariously sent up in "THE TERRIFYING FACE OF FORGIVENESS"—comes NARAL's "I Am Pro-Choice America" campaign. Go to its home page and you will find dreadfully earnest-looking images of women in various states of defiance [UPDATE, 1/16/05: NARAL removed all photos], each displaying NARAL's "I Am Pro-Choice America" sign in he office cubicle. It's intended to protest President Bush's inauguration and celebrate the anniversary of Roe vs. Wade.

Which gives me an idea...

[UPDATE, 1/16/05: NARAL removed the photo that was here from its page]


Yes, it's the new Dawn Patrol contest! Caption this photo!

Everyone is welcome to enter; however, only people who are not already friends or e-mail pals of mine are eligible to win. This is to limit the chances of favoritism and let strangers know they have a chance. (You may still be eligible to win if we've only corresponded to say "nice blog" or "here's a trackback.")

The deadline is midnight tomorrow (Saturday). The prize is a $25 Amazon gift certificate, plus I'll donate $25 to the tsunami-relief charity of your choice. So click on the comments link and caption this Face of Feticide!

Note: I reserve the right to delete entries that use profanity, or ones outside what I consider to be the boundaries of good taste (though there's still plenty of leeway). Give time for entries to appear—they don't go up 'til I republish my blog. And if you're registering with Blogger, despite what their instructions imply, your registration will work even if you don't start a blog.

UPDATE, 3:12 p.m.: Some great entries have been posted already—keep 'em comin'! Meanwhile, Jeff Miller of The Curt Jester has discovered another NARAL supporter:


1:56 AM  |

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Why Do Birds Sing So Gay?

No, this isn't another entry on cartoon characters singing for "tolerance." It's a pair of rock'n'roll questions from my friend Dimitri Cavalli, which I'd like to invite you to answer in the comments section below (I'll answer there too, after I've given them some thought):

1) What do you consider the most effective pick-up line based on a song lyric? I used "If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway" a few times. [That would give me a Hardin.—Ed.]

2) What do you consider the greatest event in rock history? Me? I'm partial to July 12, 1979--Disco Demolition Night at Comiskey Park in Chicago. It helped kill disco.


11:19 PM  |

Scott of Slant Point has announced the winning entry in his photo-caption contest, which captions a shot of Mahmoud Abbas shaking Jimmy Carter's hand (with a photo of a smiling Arafat looking on).

Speaking of contests, Tim, who won the "Which Witness Is Which?" contest (after an incognito pal of mine was disqualified) never got in touch with me to claim his not insignificant prize. Rather than keep going down the list of entrants, I think it's time for another contest. Any ideas? Submitting an idea will
not disqualify you from winning.


11:07 PM  |

Planned Parenthood Warns Parents Over Video Games

Planned Parenthood sponsored a lecture on the harmful psychological effects of violent video games in Portsmouth, N.H., where an expert warned that games such as "Grand Theft Auto" are "creating and nurturing a culture of disrespect."

Meanwhile, Planned Parenthood's own video game, Birthcontroids, nurtures a culture of death—complete with a sperm-zapping ovum.

But you've got to give Planned Parenthood credit for admitting that kids need something to do between the ages of five-and-under, when they're supposed to start touching themselves "for pleasure," and 14, when they're supposed to start planning their parenthood.


4:18 PM  |

A Dawn Patrol thank-you to those commenters who answered my request to describe the video of the arrest of Christians proselytizing at Philadelphia's gay-pride fest (which I can't view on my Mac).

Also, check out Alan Levering's comment on "SpongeBob Sings for 'Diversity'" for more on the motives of the people who gathered kids' beloved cartoon characters to sing "We Are Family."

Thanks very much to everyone who comments. It's a great pleasure for me to see the new information and observations that come up, and the conversations that ensue. I know it's a drag to register and then have to remember a new username and password. On the bright side, Blogger never sends out spam, plus, when you register for one of their blogs, you can post to any of their blogs that takes comments.


2:23 PM  |

Heard about the U.N. backed cartoon-condom campaign to encourage "safe sex"? "The Three Amigos" cartoons star a trio of adorable animated prophylactics. Rush Limbaugh has the last word on it—he notes that all the cuddly contraceptives need to make their message complete is a U.N.-loving man in a sperm suit.

Thanks to Saint Kansas for the e-mailed tip.


1:56 PM  |

Dowd's Army

New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd bemoans the fact that, in her mind and in the minds of unseen multitudes of other women, intelligent ladies of a certain age can't find a husband because "Men Just Want Mommy."

Dowd cites evolutionary reasons for this, as well as studies:

[A study] by researchers at four British universities and reported last week, suggested that smart men with demanding jobs would rather have old-fashioned wives, like their mums, than equals. The study found that a high I.Q. hampers a woman's chance to get married, while it is a plus for men.
Many women, and probably men as well, would agree that a good deal of men don't seem too picky in the intellect department. Then again, I know lots of brainy men, many of them attractive, who aren't babe magnets.

But look at Dowd's implication. She says men want "old-fashioned wives, like their mums."

Apparently no "mum" in evolutionary history has ever had a high I.Q. They were probably too busy birthin' babies and churning their own butter.

What does a man really want, if he wants a woman like his mother? He wants someone smarter than him in the areas where it really counts, who will love him deeply and faithfully, organize his home life, and encourage him in his career. OK, and pick up his dirty socks. (Or, as my mother did for my stepfather last night, clean out the cat poo from the laundry dryer after poor kitty was accidentally shut up in the dormant machine all day.)

I can't see what's wrong with that, or what's wrong with my wanting a husband like my father—a strong, protective, yet gentle man; intelligent, devoted, delighting in my company, and proud to be the breadwinner.

But Dowd disagrees, eliciting her final quote from a gal who's most famous for wearing danishes on her ears:
I asked the actress and writer Carrie Fisher, on the East Coast to promote her novel "The Best Awful," who confirmed that women who challenge men are in trouble.

"I haven't dated in 12 million years," she said drily. "I gave up on dating powerful men because they wanted to date women in the service professions. So I decided to date guys in the service professions. But then I found out that kings want to be treated like kings, and consorts want to be treated like kings, too."
My advice to Leia is to get off her Death Star or else she'll spend another "12 million" light-years in empty space. If you want to be a princess, you have to be willing to marry the man who would be king.


3:55 AM  |

5 Americans Could Face 47 Years in Jail For Reading the Bible Through a Bullhorn

The above headline is true, but there's one more detail. The defendants were reading the Scripture passages while surrounded by a brigade of angry "Pink Angels" activists at Philadelphia's annual gay-pride event, Outfest.

The confrontation was captured on videotape, and it may be seen on the Web site of the protesters' organization, Repent America or on the site of the American Family Association legal divsion that's representing them. [I can't see the video on my Mac, and would be grateful for your description of it in the comments below.] Originally all 11 protesters were charged, but WorldNetDaily reports that charges were dropped against six "apparently because they were not seen quoting Scripture on the videotape."

Eight charges were filed against the five defendants: criminal conspiracy, possession of instruments of crime, reckless endangerment of another person, ethnic intimidation, riot, failure to disperse, disorderly conduct and obstructing highways. WorldNetDaily reports that "the ethnic intimidation charge stems from Pennsylvania's 'hate crimes' law—to which the newest 'victim' category of 'sexual orientation' was recently added."

None of the Pink Angels were cited or arrested.

It is hard to conceive of something like this happening in America, where five people could be charged with felonies carrying prison sentences of up to 47 years for each defendant, when all they did was walk into an angry mob with a bullhorn, shout Bible passages, sing hymns, and warn homosexuals that they were at risk of going to hell. No violence actually came about because of their protest.

A look at the Repent America Web site suggests that while the group takes a hard-line biblical view of homosexuality, its mission is to encourage repentance—not, as with Fred Phelps' odious "God Hates F-gs" group, to spur hatred.

But then, what if those protesters were Phelps's group, and they were doing the same nonviolent actions as Repent America—just shouting Bible passages, singing hymns, and preaching to an angry crowd? Or what if it were the March for Life and a Planned Parenthood crew broke in, nonviolently reading from the Book of Moloch and shouting anti-Catholic slogans?

Does anyone in America deserve to face a possible forty-seven years in jail just for exercising free speech in the wrong place?

The Repent America Web site includes contact information for the Justice Department, which the organization's lawyers are trying to get involved in the case. But it's not going to be easy: WorldNetDaily reports that homosexual Justice Department attorneys participating in Outfest advised the policemen who arrested the protesters.

I believe that many Christian groups are afraid to involve themselves in this case because the defendants are not a nice cuddly bunch of "tolerant" people. But they'd better get involved soon, because this is it. This is the test case for the self-appointed "Tolerance Teachers", to prove that they can put Americans away for the rest of their lives—just for preaching God's Word where people don't want to hear it.


2:01 AM  |

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Even if I didn't have the blessing of being able to call Karol of Alarming News a personal friend, she'd still be a woman after my own heart, with posts like her one today about two thugs being charged with a "hate crime" because the goth kid they beat up calls himself a Satanist. She writes:

As someone who spent her teenage years hanging out with drag queens, going out to clubs in NYC and wearing plastic dresses, wigs and silver eyelashes, I am definitely partial to oddballs and freaks. And, I hope those that committed this crime are punished. But, c'mon. Satanism? As if those two idiots that beat him up had any idea that he worshipped Satan or as if the motivation for the attack was anything other than sheer stupidity on their part. This is why 'hate crime' laws are ridiculous. It's very rare that someone commits a crime, especially a violent one, with love in their heart. Why should our courts be clogged with lawyers arguing over whether Satanism is a real religion or not?


10:43 PM  |

The Blind Leading the Blonde

"Washed-up chick singer gets all speer-chul," says Christopher S. Johnson of Midwest Conservative Journal, referring to this Kabbalah Centre tale:

At one point, I noticed a striking blonde enter, in a trilby hat - Madonna. She was seated with her husband, Guy Ritchie, and their children on the next table. They seemed like a nice family, with Madonna a normal mum.

But then things turned crazy. A weird religious service started with prayer readings and chanting that culminated in everyone turning to the east, pushing the air with their hands, and crying out "Cher-er-er-er-nobyl" at the top of their voices. They thought they were curing Chernobyl of radiation, using the power of Kabbalah to drive away the evil - and one of the biggest rock stars on the planet was joining in the chanting.
Clearly, the Material Girl, in her old age, is attempting in her own way to follow the advice of another chick singer who's had her day in the sun—her idol Debbie Harry: "Fade Away and Radiate".

P.S. If you think modern-day Kabbalah has any connection with Judaism, the remainder of Christopher's post gives the lie to that.


1:40 PM  |

John Lennon, "Internationale" Man of Mystery

Maclin Horton is incensed that Rolling Stone named John Lennon's "Imagine" the third greatest song of all time when, as the magazine acknowledges, Lennon himself admitted it was the Communist Manifesto set to music:

Has the Rolling Stone writer and others like him actually read the Communist Manifesto? No one today could read a call for "racial purity" without thinking at once of the Holocaust and viewing the author as at least hovering around the moral territory of its perpetrators. Can the Rolling Stone writer read proposals such as "abolition of private property" and "centralisation of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the State" without thinking of the millions dead in Stalin’s terror, in the Gulag, in Mao's Cultural Revolution? Can he or she read "Equal liability of all to labour. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture" followed by "gradual abolition of the distinction between town and country" without thinking of Cambodia's killing fields?

On the other hand, the chairman of the Communist Party USA has no problem with the free publicity.


Maclin also has a good new, thought-provoking Catholic-themed blog, Caelum et Terra, where he takes on such topics as defining the culture of death.


3:10 AM  |

Consumer Reports' Hidden Agenda

Annie of After Abortion yesterday asserted that Consumer Reports had a "hidden agenda" in placing the results of its contraception study—which included an analysis of abortion as "birth control—online:

Consumer Reports has never allowed you to view their content online without being a paying, registered customer first. Sure enough, do a search on "Saturn" or "Hemi Dodge Ram Truck" and you have to sign in as a paying customer to view the articles.

Not so with birth control and abortion, though, oh, no.

Looks like CR has sold out, with an apparent hidden agenda, wanting to propagate their personal ideology and gross misinformation free of charge to the unsuspecting, trusting public. I am incensed.
A World Net Daily report today shows that Annie was right on the money—and the conflict of interest lay with the magazine's own CEO:
Consumer Reports...published in its February 2005 issue a list of birth-control options that includes abortion, complete with a section describing how the procedure gets rid of a pregnant mother's "uterine contents."

Along with an analysis report on condoms, Consumer Reports provides both a comparative guide to other contraceptive methods and a page entitled "Birth control: More and safer choices," which includes discussion of abortion.

Pro-life activists have criticized the magazine for failing to list the downsides and alternatives to abortion, and for referring readers to Planned Parenthood, the nation's No. 1 abortion provider.

Though Consumers Union in its mission statement also says it has "no agenda other than the interests of consumers," a review of the backgrounds of both the top executive and key staff members reveals information that could belie such a noble purpose.

According to an online bio, James A. Guest, the organization's president and CEO, previously headed Planned Parenthood of Maryland.
This may not be a surprise for us culture-of-life types who see Planned Parenthood's bloody fingerprints all over media coverage of abortion and contraception. But it has the potential to be a huge embarrassment for Consumer Reports.

Imagine if Consumer Reports did a story lauding the new, low-cost Macintosh computer, and it turned out the organization's CEO previously worked for Apple.

Planned Parenthood president Gloria Feldt and her minions must be congratulating themselves up and down for successfully infiltrating the most trusted consumer magazine in America.


1:59 AM  |

The Nutty Confessor

I just unearthed something I'd been looking for—the 1995 "Best of Manhattan" issue of New York Press that includes my ode to New York City street chestnuts. It's only two paragraphs, but I'd been wanting to publish it here because it's still relevant. Nearly 10 years later, NYC's chestnut situation has only gotten worse. I saw chestnuts once on the city streets this year, and they weren't even roasting; the vendor had them hanging in dainty wire baskets. Harrumph.

Incidentally, to give you an idea of how long ago 1995 was in Dawn years, one of the other items I contributed to the issue was "Best Fashion Comeback: PVC-Wear." So here, with apologies to my aunt if she's reading this, is what I wrote, as it appeared in
NYPress:

Best Disappearing Street Food

Roasted Chestnuts


Shell Shock. When we think of Christmas in New York, we think of those prepubescent days when we waited on line to see some awful '70s Disney film like "Pete's Dragon" on a double bill with the Nativity at Radio City Music Hall. That was the first time we saw a bum begging with a printed sign, but mean ol' Aunt Polly told us he wasn't really blind. It was also the first time we saw street vendors offering roasted chestnuts, although we didn't dare eat them.

Unfortunately, by the time we were old enough to appreciate this age-old, fat-free delicacy, it was almost as hard to find as that other stalwart of old New York movies, the English-speaking cab driver. And good luck finding chestnuts outside of the tourist district. Even there, the one or two chestnut vendors we found last winter offered a different level of product than we recalled from past years. Instead of a minimum of 10 big nuts, with maybe one burnt one, our $2 got a maximum of 10 small nuts, with most of them scorched beyond recognition. Mayor Giuliani should quit hassling those pseudo-sightless bums and work on this meatier quality-of-life issue.


1:11 AM  |

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

SpongeBob Sings for "Diversity"

From the American Family Association comes word of the entertainment world's latest attempt to teach kids that homosexuality is normal—in the name of that familar buzzword, "tolerance":

On November 10, 2004, a video remake of the song, "We Are Family," was created using the voices and images of over 100 beloved children's TV characters. On March 11, 2005, the video performance will air simultaneously on the Disney Channel, Nickelodeon and PBS. A similar video aired on those networks in 2002. (See earlier story.)

The nation's children will be all too familiar with the characters on the video, incuding those from Arthur, Barney, Blue's Clues, Bob the Builder, The Book of Pooh, Clifford the Big Red Dog, Dora the Explorer, Jimmy Neutron, Kim Possible, Lilo & Stitch: The Series, Little Mermaid, Madeline, The Magic School Bus, The Muppet Show, Rugrats, Sesame Street and SpongeBob SquarePants.

Also in March, the DVD of the song will be distributed to 61,000 public and private elementary schools across the country. It will be accompanied by a teacher's guide, designed by the Anti-Defamation League, a group that, among other things, promotes the normalization of homosexuality.
As a Jew who's accepted Jesus, I had thought of the ADL primarily as an organization that does important work to counter anti-Semitism. However, a search for the word "homosexual" on the organization's site turns up articles like "ADL Hails Supreme Court Decision Overturning Texas Sodomy Law."

The AFF article continues:
Driving the project is the We Are Family Foundation, which states on its website that the song was remixed "to speak the message of diversity and tolerance to elementary school children nationwide"....

WAFF was founded as a non-profit organization in 2002 by Nile Rodgers, who wrote the song "We Are Family" with his late music partner, Bernard Edwards. The WAFF site says that the group "celebrates our common humanity and the vision of a global family."...

The website is filled with pro-homosexual materials. A "Tolerance Pledge," for example, created by Tolerance.org, part of the leftist Southern Poverty Law Center, encourages signees to pledge respect for homosexuals and work against "ignorance, insensitivity and bigotry."

Most Christians are now aware of what those code words mean, said American Family Association chairman Don Wildmon. "If you are a person who accepts the homosexual lifestyle, then you are tolerant," he said. "If you don't, then you are a bigot who is motivated by ignorance and hate." [Full text]
I grew up in the 1970s, with Marlo Thomas's Free to Be...You and Me book and album, and I know how good it feels for kids to celebrate a world where they are allowed to be themselves. There were undoubtedly gay-lib messages in that project as well, though the only moment I can remember that touched on unstereotypical sexual roles is Rosey Grier's sweet rendition of "It's All Right to Cry."

But I can't really say I grew up a more understanding or tolerant person because I sang of "a land where the children run free." Songs like that taught me to have a very high opinion of myself. They didn't teach me to see myself in relation to anything else—God, my family, society at large.They put me in a lyrical wonderland of brotherly love that had no connection to everyday life.

The "We Are Family" project bringing together the most popular TV cartoon characters to sing about "diversity"—where "diversity" is defined partly as celebrating one's "sexual identity—sounds similarly detached from kids' everyday lives. But this time there's a more sinister turn—it's a surreptitious Hollywood effort to teach kids to explore homosexuality. Moreover, the flip side of the program's "tolerance" is gross intolerance of those with differing beliefs.

Rabbi Daniel Lapin of Toward Tradition, writing in his organization's pamphlet "The Evolution of Tolerance," has sharp words for those whom he calls the "Tolerance Teachers":
Collectively they aren't "teachers" in the literal sense of being employed by schools to educate the young (though some of their number are indeed professional educators in precisely that sense). But they present themselves as educators of us all, wiser and better than we are, seeking to illuminate us about the great societal ills of the day: intolerance, racism, anti-Semitism, homophobia, and hate. They conduct their classroom—which is America as a whole—with a strict hand. What the Tolerance Teachers have done is to take the old American tolerance and turn it into something very different—something more like, well, intolerance.
Sounds like it would be a good idea to keep the kids away from the TV when that "We Are Family" video airs on March 11 and pop in a DVD of Looney Tunes instead. Just so long as it doesn't include the cartoon where Porky Pig's in a bridal gown.

TRACKBACK: Craig of Lead and Gold writes of the entertainment world's hypocrisy on the issue of whether or not television affects children's behavior.


8:20 PM  |

A Perfectly Unbiased Examination of Howard Dean

Who says conservative bloggers let their biases affect their blogging? In honor of Howard Dean's throwing his hat into the ring for the DNC chairmanship, Lone Star Times contributor Matt Bramanti resurrects a column he wrote when the former Vermont governor was running for the Democratic presidential nomination. Showing that he is willing to give Dean the benefit of the doubt, Bramanti titles the column: "Is Howard Dean a sc-mbag* or a nutcase?"

Well, all right, maybe Bramanti's a little biased—he is an opinion journalist, after all, and this ain't CBS News. He offers a handy scorecard of Dean's alternately wacky and cruel antics, including this campaign tale you might have missed:

The NBC affiliate in Des Moines, Iowa reported that the Dean campaign bought 200 lunches from the Brown Bag Deli, and then walked on the check. The deli's owner, Scott Hoffman, said the Dean workers stiffed him for $963.01. Let me repeat this: the man stole hundreds of sandwiches. This event brought to you by the man who wants to preside over a $10 trillion economy. Verdict: sc-mbag.


*Deletion mine.


5:52 PM  |

Memo to Abortion Activists:
Be Careful What You Wish For

The "feminist pop culture" magazine B-tch (deletion mine) has finally caught up with the "I Had an Abortion" T-shirt debacle, only six months after the fact.

Rebecca Hyman, writing in the aptly titled article "Full Frontal Offense" (reprinted on the radical left-wing site Infoshop), is distressed that the feminist world has not banded together to support the shirt:

The negative reaction many feminists have to the shirt reveals a fundamental contradiction in the current state of pro-choice politics—or, more precisely, the extent to which those who are pro-choice feel ashamed, at some level, to support abortion. The fact that so many women read a simple statement as a “celebration” of the procedure speaks volumes about the feelings women have internalized as a consequence of the conservative assault on women’s rights. Although most of the women I spoke with were uneasy about their response to the shirt, repeatedly insisting that they were pro-choice even as they told me they would never wear it, some reacted to a photograph of the shirt with anger....

It’s important to recognize the extent to which the attention of the pro-choice movement has shifted away from the bodies and lives of women who need abortions and toward those who aim to strip women of the right to control their reproductive lives. So it’s not surprising that a large part of the movement is plagued by the notion that anti-choicers riled up by the sight of women proclaiming their abortions on their chests will want to step up their efforts to deny them this power. Given this fear, it would seem a smart strategy to keep quiet, stay under the radar, and hope that women will vote anti-choice legislators out of office. Such a focus, however, ignores the effect pro-choice speech, including the shirt, might have on a woman feeling isolated and ashamed because she had had an abortion or is considering it. A public sisterhood of those who have chosen abortion, for a variety of personal reasons, could do a lot to counteract the hateful rhetoric of the anti-choice movement.
The sheer blindness of abortion proponents' optimism is unbelievable. Hyman truly feels that if there were a "public sisterhood of those who have chosen abortion," such women would together assert the importance of their having being allowed to make their "choice."

People like Hyman believe that those opposed to abortion treat women who have had them as outcasts. Clearly she's never heard of Project Rachel, or one of the many other recovery programs run by pro-life organizations and religious groups. Those programs show compassion on post-abortion women, rather than treating them like walking billboards. Those "I Had an Abortion" T-shirts represent the ultimate objectification of women, reducing them from human beings with souls, to mere "bodies" and "choices."

As for the writer's fantasy of a sisterhood, I'll believe she's sincere about that when she writes about the real-life sisterhoods of women who have had abortions—like After Abortion.


2:43 PM  |

Some of the headlines I wrote that are in today's edition of the paper where I work:

  • For a story about the dresses the Bush daughters will wear to inaugural balls: GOWN AND COUNTRY

  • For a story about the unseasonable weather in Los Angeles and, coming soon, in New York: Crazy Shade of Winter

2:13 PM  |

Yes, Virginia, There Is a Slanted Kos

The blog world went wild over the weekend after Daily Kos and others reported on Virginia Republican legislator Del. John A. Cosgrove's bill to require women to report fetal deaths within 12 hours or face up to a year in jail and a $2,500 fine.

The bill was written so loosely that it could be interpreted as requiring women to report miscarriages. That, in fact, was what left-wing bloggers presumed it was intended to do, as a senseless, punitive ploy ultimately directed towards recriminalizing abortion. Reading about the bill, it was hard to disagree with them.

Yesterday, Cosgrove retracted the bill—and had harsh words for bloggers and their readers, who sent him over 500 angry e-mails. The Virginian-Pilot reports:

[Cosgrove] was shaken by the speed and volume of the response as word of his bill traveled across the country via the Internet.

"I’ve never been blogged before," he said. "The tone of the e-mails has been disgusting. It’s, 'You're a horrible person. You ought to be crucified.' And those were the nice ones."

Cosgrove said his bill was intended to add more teeth to laws penalizing women who abandon full-term infants after birth....

Cosgrove became interested in the issue after two infants' bodies were discovered in Chesapeake in recent years. He said the 12-hour time limit was chosen to ensure that a coroner could examine the body and determine whether the infant had been born alive or dead.

"I would never, ever impose something like that on a woman who had a miscarriage," he said.

The lawmaker proposed a similar measure two years ago that specified only live births and stillbirths after 24 weeks that occurred without medical assistance....

Cosgrove said he spent the weekend responding to all 500-plus e-mails he received from people as far away as California and Texas.
After reading this, I'm inclined to believe that Cosgrove was foolish and terribly misguided. But I don't see the anti-abortion conspiracy which bloggers were so quick to read into the bill. Believe me, I'm all for anti-abortion conspiracies. But this is an innocent guy who got pounded by the full force of blogger animus.


1:59 AM  |

Out of the Wood Work

James P. Wood's writing just keeps getting better, so I was sorry to learn from him via e-mail this morning that he plans to abandon his "not a blog."

His latest and presumably final post, "A Matter of (eternal) Life or Death," is an eloquent, biblically reasoned broadside against the death penalty. I personally have problems seeing the death penalty as part of the culture of death, because of its foundation in Scripture. However, I will grant that the way it is generally administered in the present day and age is unjust by biblical standards. At any rate, James's attack on the death penalty is the most moving that one could expect to find, something that those who read it will pass on to their friends.

In his e-mail to me, James offers a challenge of sorts. I'm not certain I'm up for it—it's so overarching—but I invite you to respond to it in the comments section. He writes:

May I recommend a topic? There is a divide in America today. The secularists/relativists among us decry a creeping theocracy, even lamenting a Talibanazation of our culture. Meanwhile we Christians are disturbed by the slide into an amoral, post-modern, anything-goes mentality that fails to object to the nudity, foul language, and
questionable ethics that pervade our society and gain mainstream credibility with increasing ease.

If we are such a religious country, how can we write off Terri Schiavo and millions of unborn children? If we are the people of a merciful God, how can we condemn so many of our fellows to death or its living equivalent behind unrelenting bars? How can expensive cars sporting fish symbols drive daily past hungry souls holding "will work for food" signs? How can we stand by while our public airwaves are turned into outlets for pornography? And where is the oppressive religiosity that threatens to stifle our free expression? It seems that the ungodly are winning every battle. And this election has only served to awaken them to the mild "threat" that we pose to their agenda.

I read the Columbia Journalism Review, and even their blinders have been lifted to the Christian influence on our society, though their reaction is predictably reactionary, rooted in denial, and patronizing. I trust that you can write this up more effectively than I ever could.

1:35 AM  |

Monday, January 10, 2005
Where's the 'Emergency'?

Here, from the Portland (Maine) Press-Herald, is part of an op-ed that typifies the Planned Parenthood-fueled reaction against the omission of so-called "emergency contraception," or the morning-after pill, from the Justice Department's guidelines for treatment of rape victims:

The devastation of suffering through a sexual assault can be compounded by an unwanted pregnancy. While that might seem obvious, it's a fact that apparently is lost on the U.S. Department of Justice.

The Justice Department recently issued guidelines for the treatment of rape victims by law enforcement agencies. The guidelines are reportedly extensive and detailed instructions on how best to help someone who has experienced sexual assault - with one glaring omission.

The guidelines contain no reference to the value of emergency contraception for sexual assault victims. This has rightly sparked letters of protest from Planned Parenthood and other organizations.

Emergency contraception, commonly known as the morning-after pill, will prevent a pregnancy after a sexual encounter. It doesn't expel a growing fetus like the abortion drug, RU-486. Instead, it is a stronger dose of the medicine commonly used in birth control pills....

Planned Parenthood reports that more than 300,000 women are raped in the United States each year and that about 25,000 of them become pregnant as a result. It says that 90 percent of those pregnancies could be prevented if the victims had prompt access to emergency contraception.

If that were the case, it would mean thousands fewer unwanted pregnancies and, presumably, fewer abortions as well. That's a goal all sides on the abortion issue should be able to get behind.
Let's look at this, starting with the words "emergency contraception."

It is not contraception.

It is abortion.

According to a U.S. Department of Health Web site, "emergency contraception" works in one of three ways:
  • By preventing ovulation,

  • By preventing fertilization, or

  • By preventing implantation, or—in the government's words—"stopping a fertilized egg from attaching itself to the wall of the uterus."
Note the word "fertilized egg." The government's Web site defines a pregnancy as occuring when the egg implants; hence, in the government's words—as in Planned Parenthood's—"emergency contraception" does not end a pregnancy.

But regardless of whether the woman is quote-unquote "pregnant," the fact remains that emergency contraception is meant to destroy a dividing embryo that is a genetically unique individual. That is not just killing a single sperm or a single egg. That is abortion.

Planned Parenthood is orchestrating a campaign against the Justice Department because it wants the law to mandate that when a rape victim enters the hospital, she should be offered the opportunity to chemically end her pregnancy.

It is typical of Planned Parenthood to go after the weakest victims. And it is typical of them to do so, knowing that, in many areas, they themselves will be the facility to which women will be referred for "emergency contraception" pills. It boils down to more taxpayer money for Planned Parenthood—at the expense of already-victimized women and their unborn children. Even without the additional funds it would get from such mandated "emergency contraception," Margaret Sanger's organization gets over a quarter-billion in taxpayer money each year.

A woman who has been raped has already been through a traumatic experience. To then take advantage of her when she is most vulnerable and tempt her to destroy her child is truly sick.

The idea that women who are raped should abort their children contains within it the idea that the offspring of the rape is somehow vile in its very nature and deserves to be destroyed.

No, I can't imagine what it would be liked to be raped and carry my assailant's child. But I can tell you one thing. That unborn child would not carry the evil of its father. It would be like any innocent baby—any child who deserves to live and not be destroyed.

It's important also to consider the nature of "emergency contraception" versus other methods of abortion. A woman who is under great emotional stress following a rape is vulnerable to a well-meaning person's suggestion that she take a pill and be rid of her child. That same woman, a few weeks later, might realize that she was wrong to have the embryo expelled from her body. But by then, it would be too late. She would be left with not only the rape in her memory, but also the knowledge that she herself had caused the extermination of a human being.

A rape victim cannot erase her own experience. For her to abort her child, either via "emergency contraception" or via another kind of abortion, she would have to believe that her own unwillingness to have further pain precludes her child's right to live, and that any emotional pain she might have from the abortion would be less than what she would experience if she bore the child.

In our society, a woman has the right to make that life-and-death "choice." But we, as taxpayers, should not be required to fund it. The Justice Department—and, by extension, our president—is right.


8:40 PM  |

Just in case you wonder when you see the caption for a photo in tomorrow's paper of an infant who was saved from the tsunami, I did indeed write the kicker—a little tribute to one of my favorite tunes. It says, "BEACHED BABY."


8:15 PM  |

Reuters' Faulty Reporting

Reuters—the unapologetically left-wing news organization whose editors believe "one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter"—has a word for the "60 Minutes" story on President Bush's National Guard record.

The word is "faulty."

You can see it, not only in the headline, but also in the text of "CBS Ousting Four Employees Over Faulty Bush Story."

Note the delicate language—as though the story were true, save for one little detail.

Reuters can't call a fake a fake.


3:54 PM  |

We Have a New Winner

The winning entry of the "Which Witness Is Which?" contest has been disqualified. It turns out to be none other than my good friend Kevin Kane, who writes that "Nola" is a contraction of his former hometown, New Orleans, La. I have been trolled.

So we now have a new winner: Tim.

Readers were asked to write a one-sentence description of the simplest way one could tell apart two books titled Witness, one by Whittaker Chambers and the other by Amber Frey.

Tim's winning answer:

"One witness is about a small group of people spying on an entire society, the other witness is about an entire society spying on a small group of people."

So, Tim, assuming you're not another good friend of mine in disguise, you win the $25 Amazon gift certificate, plus I'll donate $25 to the tsunami-relief charity of your choice. Write me at dawn -at- dawneden.com to claim your prize, and please post a heads-up in the comments space below after you write to me, so that I'll know the person who claimed the prize was the same Tim who wrote the entry. (Your Blogger-profile number will identify you.)


3:25 PM  |

Trade Martin is a multitalented music man, active since the Brill Building era, who wrote one of my all-time favorite records, Evie Sands's "Take Me for a Little While" (better known in its versions by Dusty Springfield, Vanilla Fudge, and Cher), and who currently writes songs for B.B. King. To raise money for the tsunami-relief effort, he's put a couple of his new gospel songs online for downloads, asking listeners to click on a link to relief charities and donate to them in exchange for the songs. The song I picked, "I Truly Believe," is a simple, piano-fueled number with thoughtful lyrics and a nice, subtle build. Worth listening to if gospel's your bag and you want to give to a good cause—or if you just want to hear what became of the guy who wrote the Vagrants' folk-punk classic "I Can't Make a Friend."


3:57 AM  |

Euthanized Quadriplegics Make Clint's Day

This is a public-service announcement, for those readers who don't read movie reviews. (Hi, Mom!)

It's awards season, and Clint Eastwood's "Million Dollar Baby" is raking in the statuettes.

But if you're thinking of seeing it, I have one word of advice for you:

DON'T.

This article will tell you everything you need to know.

Also check out the comments section of Fr. Bryce Sibley's blog entry on the film.


3:26 AM  |

West Gets Fooled Again



Meet the new boss.


Same as the old boss.

Further reading:


1:49 AM  |

Sunday, January 9, 2005

A KISS Is Just a Kiss

A woman claims that Gene Simmons impugned her honor—and she wants money. According to the Associated Press*:

A woman who says she is a former girlfriend of KISS rocker Gene Simmons is suing him for slander, saying the bass guitarist made her sound like a "sex-addicted nymphomaniac" during a "rockumentary" on VH-1 television.

Georgeann Walsh Ward, 53, of Chester, N.Y., says in court papers that a photo of her appeared 11 times during the report on KISS, shown on the network several times in July and August, while Simmons claimed to have had sexual encounters with 4,600 women....

Ward's papers say that because a photo of her with Simmons was shown during remarks about his sexual adventures, she was in effect portrayed as "wild" and "unchaste."

"The implication was that [Ward] was a prostitute and/or solicited prostitutes, and/or [she was] a sexually loose woman," court papers say.

Ward, married with a 21-year-old son, said she met Simmons at a concert in October 1972 when she was 21. For the next three years through fall of 1975, she says in court papers, they were in what she believed was "an exclusive, monogamous, romantic relationship."

During much of the time they were together, Ward's court papers say, Simmons was a college student and then a sixth-grade teacher "until the success of KISS propelled him out of the classroom and out of plaintiff's life."

Ward's lawsuit, filed Thursday, asks for unspecified damages from Simmons and from Viacom, VH-1's parent company, for alleged defamation and invasion of privacy.
Now, I have never had any sexual contact with Gene Simmons—not even a KISS—or any contact at all for that matter, save for a brief conversation backstage at "Late Night With Conan O'Brien," where he observed quite pointedly that it is a "myth" that Jewish men are, um...well, anyway, I don't think he was trying to pick me up.

But based on my own experience—which ended around the same time as Howard Dean's candidacy (no connection, I assure you)—I do know something about what life is like for a woman who has premarital sex.

Any man who has ever had sex with me could, if he wanted, come out of the woodwork and claim me as a "conquest." He'd be a jerk, but he could do it. This is true regardless of whether I was in, as the plaintiff Ward says, "an exclusive, monogamous, romantic relationship" with him.

So I find it odd that Ward believes she has the right to protest being portrayed as "wild," "unchaste," or "sexually loose."

What is the definition of an "unchaste" woman? A woman who has sex outside of marriage.

Now Ward's married and has a grown son. Well, good for her. But it doesn't change her past. She had a sexual relationship before she got married.

I don't think there's any excuse for men to boast about such things. Some of the most painful moments of my life have been when I've discovered gossip about my sex life. But the reason why it's painful is that, regardless of whether the specific accusations are true, it reflects on a deeper truth that I have used sex—and other people in the process—as a means, rather than reserving it as an end. And I've lost something of myself in doing so—even while refraining from giving that which is most important.

My faith tells me that Jesus' healing love is greater than my sins, so it's up to me to trust in Him and not dwell in the past. It's too bad Simmons's former girlfriend can't do the same. Let Gene KISS and tell, let him rock and roll all night. One day, even for he of the tremendous taste buds, tongues shall cease.

*If that link requires registration, you can get a free username and password from BugMeNot.com without having to give out personal information.


5:20 PM  |

The Night Ray Stevens Cleared the Dance Floor

Because we play your requests, here's as much as I can remember of what I played at POP GEAR! last night:

Danny Hutton - "Roses and Rainbows"
The Scotland Yardleys - "Some Guys Have It, Some Guys Never Will" (rare Sascha Burland commercial for Yardley's)
Ray Stevens - "Mr. Businessman"
The Surprise Package - "Out of My Mind"
Crabby Appleton - "Go Back"
Eddie Hodges - "The Water Is Over My Head"
Alessandra Cassacia - "Michael e le Sue Pantofole (Michael and the Slipper Tree)" (a cover of the Equals tune)
David Bowie - "Can't Help Thinking About Me"
Jackie DeShannon - "Don't Turn Your Back on Me"
The Eyes - "I'm Rode Out"
Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Larry Williams - "Nobody"
Billy Joe Royal - "Hush"
The Vejtables - "I Still Love You"
The Shangri-La's - "Give Him a Great Big Kiss"
The Lovin' Spoonful - "You Didn't Have to Be So Nice"
The Tikis - "Bye Bye Bye" (from the Warner 45)
Del Shannon - "Move It on Over"
The October Country - "My Girlfriend Is a Witch"
The Magic Mushrooms - "I'm Gone"

Special thanks to Kevin Walsh for the groovy compilations that provided some of the evening's best tunes.


4:56 PM  |

Jeff of The Curt Jester writes about the controversy in Germany after the archbishop of Cologne compared abortion to the Holocaust in a sermon. Read the whole thing; it starts off just expressing outrage over the outrage, but turns more thoughtful towards the end as Miller updates it and adjusts his position in response to a reader's comment. It's the best observation that I've seen by a Roman Catholic on the issue of Jewish/Christian relations in a while—sensitive, yet not compromising on what's important.


3:25 PM  |

Planned Parenthood's Teenwire:
Where the Rubber Meets the Rude

Crux, Touchstone's impending magazine for the 35-and-under set, is giving online readers a taste of what's to come—and it includes my exposé of Planned Parenthood's Teenwire, "Everybody's Doing It."

The article begins:

Of all the contradictions of this age of moral relativism, surely one of the strangest is that those who don't believe in objective truth hold that it is impossible for good people to disagree.

The Planned Parenthood philosophy, as expressed on both its own website and its sex-ed website Teenwire, is that one's personal morality as expressed in sexual behavior is neither good nor bad—so long as no one gets physically hurt (save for the occasional unborn child). So one person's abstinence is as good as another person's promiscuity—so long as the promiscuous party uses a condom. The only wrong way to think about sex, in Planned Parenthood's view, is to believe that sexual behavior is not just the result of a decision one makes based on individual morality, but that it contains within itself an intrinsic and inseparable moral dimension.

Teenwire does observe one single and incontrovertible moral rule: "Thou shalt use a latex barrier"...
Read the rest on Crux's Web site.


2:52 AM  |

Witness This! We Have a Winner

It's time to announce the winning entry in the contest that was announced Thursday, "Which Witness Is Which?"

Readers were asked to write a one-sentence description of the simplest way one could tell apart the books titled Witness by Whittaker Chambers and Amber Frey. To prevent favoritism, entrants were eligible to win only if I had never had contact with them before.

There were some very witty answers, but this one, by Nola, takes the prize:

"Because one tells how a charming and handsome young man ends up in prison after his dark secret is exposed, and the other's about a fertilizer salesman from Modesto."

Nola, you win a $25 gift certificate to Amazon, plus I'll donate $25 to the tsunami-relief charity of your choice. Please write me at dawn -at- dawneden.com to let me know your e-mail address and preferred charity. Also, just so I know it's the right Nola, please post a heads-up in the comments section below after you write to me. Your Blogger-profile ID number will prove you're the same person who posted the winning entry.

Thanks very much to everyone who entered.


2:31 AM  |

Brett Taylor has lovingly put some of his wife's poetry online. Delicate, enigmatic, and wry, it'll take you to a different place.


2:01 AM  |

News Planned Parenthood Won't Tell You

This just in, from the Times of London:

Women who have had abortions are more likely to give birth to premature babies, research has shown. The study by French doctors, to be published in the British Journal of Obstetrics and Gynaecology, suggests abortion could cause abnormalities in the cervix and womb that later prompt premature birth. Premature babies are far more likely to suffer health problems.


1:45 AM  |

Saturday, January 8, 2005

Jen & Brad:
Another Marriage Ruined by Contraception

Pitt and Aniston are separating, reportedly because he wants children and she doesn't.

That's no surprise, considering that Aniston is a vocal supporter of Planned Parenthood.

But regardless of his opinion on having children, Pitt's theology of the body is off-track as well—he faced off against Mel Gibson in supporting California's bill to finance embryonic stem-cell research, which destroys human life and causes tumors.

It takes more than two physicially attractive people to make a marriage work. It takes openness to children—and deep love and respect for human life.


7:16 PM  |

And Another Thing
Random Saturday Thoughts

I passed by a sushi restaurant on my way to work today and realized that Japanese eateries really should remove the "Tsunami" roll from their menus.

* * *

A reporter on WCBS Newsradio said today that Mahmoud Abbas followed after Yasser Arafat—"but Abbas wants to create a Palestinian state through peaceful means." It's that kind of news bias that really makes me mad, because it has such power to affect people. All anyone has to do is read the news accounts of what Abbas is actually saying—echoing Arafat's cry for "millions of martyrs to march to Jerusalem"—to know this is not a man of peace.

Abbas has learned well from Arafat. He speaks war to his own people—and peace to world leaders.

* * *

I am deejaying tonight at POP GEAR!, the monthly Sixties-pop music-with-film night at Rififi at Cinema Classics, 332 East 11th Street, between First and Second avenues in Manhattan's East Village. I'll be the first DJ, spinning from 10 to 11 p.m. Admission is free. Expect Del Shannon, Mod-era David Bowie, Danny Hutton ca. 1965, and other fine pure-pop acts. In honor of the King's birthday, some of Elvis's wackier film clips will provide a backdrop to the music.


3:54 PM  |

I figured out why it takes so long for comments to go up—they don't appear until I republish my blog. From now on, I'll republish more often.


2:59 PM  |

My Bridle Party



I left work last night a little after 10 p.m. and walked a few steps out the building, trying to decide whether or not to give myself some exercise and walk downtown to my train.

The air was just a little too chilly, and my clothes a little too light, so I turned towards the Rockefeller Center subway.

Just then, at the corner, I saw a female carriage driver, and I noticed, to my surprise, that her carriage was empty.

I often see the carriages riding in the night, drawn by their beautiful horses. For years, I've told myself that the next time I have a boyfriend (which will hopefully be the last), I'm going to take a carriage ride with him.

After I started at my current job and would see the carriages go by each night, I would feel doubly jealous—jealous of the happy couples inside them, and jealous simply that they were experiencing a ride that I had never experienced.

It gradually dawned on me that I shouldn't wait. If I wanted a ride that badly, I realized, I should just get over my usual reluctance to spend money on something so fleeting and just do it. But since they usually pick up their charges several blocks away at Central Park, they were always taken.

When I saw the driver outside my work last night, she was just starting up, and I was sure she was on her way somewhere. But I called out to her anyway, not expecting her to even hear me, and she stopped.

"Would you like a ride?"

I asked her the price. It was what I expected (about two days' worth of takeout food, one sushi meal with plum wine, or that Kinks Village Green box I've been wanting plus a DVD of "Hallelujah, I'm a Bum"), so I hoisted myself up onto the dainty little step and got in. It all happened so quickly that I didn't even get a good look at the woman's face (her name, I learned, was Ginny) or notice what color the horse was (a lovely tawny shade, I discovered—it was a Belgian/Percheron cross).

The driver instructed me to sit back and put the blanket over me—a thick blanket in Christmas colors, made for New York winters. Now I really felt like a tourist. But the night wasn't bad—it was cold, but not bone-chilling. The air was crisp, and the traffic, both car and pedestrian, was wonderfully light—it was just before the Broadway shows let out for the night.

I told the driver that I worked for the newspaper and she said a reporter from it had once asked her what was the best thing about Christmas in New York. Her response, I thought, was perfect: "The city's gift-wrapped."

The driver asked me where I'd like to go and I said I'd like the usual short ride. She was excited at the prospect of taking me by the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, which she said was, amazingly, still alight—for the first time ever, its lights had been extended (apparently, as I later learned, out of deference to those who celebrate the Julian-calendar Christmas).

She turned down 50th Street, and we went past Radio City Music Hall and into Rockefeller Center. We passed by the magnificent tree and I couldn't get over how stunning Rockefeller Center looked in the nighttime light. I miraculously had my camera on me—I usually leave it home unless I'm going somewhere special—and I started snapping like mad. Unfortunately, since I was in motion and had my digital camera on the wrong setting the whole time, nearly all the photos were psychedelic neon blurs. I could tell something was off with the shots, but I didn't care—it was so much fun playing tourist.

There is definitely something in the nature of a carriage ride that gives one an ideal experience of New York City's beauty. The loping feel from the horse's slow trot creates a hypnotic feel, like being gently rocked in a giant cradle. You're a few feet above the street, so you see things you wouldn't normally notice—like the upper architecture of the buildings. And just the experience of passing slowly through streets that one normally walks down purposefully and hurriedly enables one to see the city through new eyes.



We passed by St. Patrick's Cathedral, which is encircled by several trees with Christmas lights. Its Gothic facade looked exquisitely mysterious in the nighttime light.



Going up Madison, past the high-end boutiques, we went west on 57th Street, turning at the Tourneau Corner headquarters.

At 57th Street and Fifth Avenue, a huge white illuminated snowflake hangs. Its strands of lights extend radially outward, like a star, and it's extended on wires so that it appears to float above the intersection. I tried several times to photograph it but only got images of streaked white blurs. The driver remarked, to my surprise—because in New York City, one doesn't normally hear strangers discuss Christianity—that it looked like the Star of Bethlehem. It really does. And I never would have seen it had I not been on that ride, because I'm hardly ever around that block at night.

We went down Fifth Avenue, and as I sat under the blanket, wearing my teddy-bearish fake-fur coat and my mod leather cap (this one—minus the Mary Poppins flower), I heard a man's voice from below.

"Need company?"

I looked down to my right and saw a man in his 30s, driving with a male friend, sticking his head out of his window and looking at me expectantly. He was wearing dorky glasses, but he didn't look half bad. Five or 10 years ago, I would have screamed for him to join me. As it was, I garnered my self-control and just gave him a big smile. He smiled back.

I sat back and felt like a teenager. It's been years since any cute guy called out to me like that.

"Wow," I said to the driver. "Now I know how to meet cute guys—just ride in carriages all the time."



The GE building rises behind the Tree at Rockefeller Center, seen from Fifth Avenue


As the driver left me back near where we started, I put my foot on that little step again and made it back onto the sidewalk, surprised to find myself feeling a little dizzy. I hadn't realized how I'd gotten used to that back-and-forth rocking. It felt surreal to suddenly be back where I was before—as if I'd been teleported into some sort of parallel universe and then brought back as though nothing had happened. I paid the driver and it really didn't feel like that much money at all—not for what I'd gotten.

My advice to anyone who's waiting to do something special for themselves until they have a special someone to do it with is, don't wait.


1:46 AM  |

Friday, January 7, 2005

What Billie Holiday Can Teach You About Heartache

Quite by accident, I found a beautiful blog called "The Sky Is Falling, by Jo, a very pregnant mom who has bipolar disorder.

This week, she writes about the spiritual value of the experience of heartache.

Jo's attitude is not like that of those gothic high-school kids who focus on suffering as though it were the only true emotion. Given the choice, she'd rather be happy. But she's learned to value certain aspects of emotional pain, for giving her a deeper perspective that enables her to better enjoy the happy times.

What she writes, particularly about the experience of sad music, is something I can relate to on a deeply personal level:

I get so sad and sentimental on an almost daily basis. Sure, I can blame the bipolar thing and I can even say it's because of the pregnancy hormones. Whatever the cause, I've got the blues most everyday (to borrow other people's words)

I think being blue is just part of being alive. I'm not talking depression or anything destructive . . . in fact, I think the blues can be a constructive kind of thing.

In the early part of my pregnancy, I was preparing my daughter for the weepiness that was sure to come to me as the pregnancy progressed. I told her that being weepy when your pregnant is kind of like a preparation into being sensitive enough to be a mommy.

I feel like having the blues prepares you for living a sensitive life. It keeps you from being callous an ignoring things you should pay attention to....

Then I start to think about things like this: the things I would have missed if I hadn't been able to be Blue. Like when certain songs play, I really feel them. Like I never got the meaning of the song "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" but now since my pal is gone, the whole song makes sense.

You can be thankful about something like that. I've got a mother who sits and tends her Garden of Hostility day after day. She plants all these little stalks of regrets in her Garden and tends to them until they shoot up so high, only God can peer at them from Heaven.

She listens to "smoke" and she is saddened because she has never felt that way about anybody in her life. I listen to "smoke" and think, hey, as painful as love lost can be -- I was there for more than a minute....

I am sensitive and I get so blue. And, it's not a bad thing at all.

If you listen to Billie Holiday's version of "Good Morning Heartache" you can learn a lot about sadness because the passion in her voice kind of personifies the heartache. When I listen to it, I think she's saying, just pull up a chair my friend. . . (to the heartache)

She isn't running away from her heartache; she is embracing it.

Now, I'm a person whose considered suicide more than I few times so I know all about wanting to run from pain and heartache. I've abused a few drugs in my time (nothing really bigtime) so I know the desire to numb the pain. I've even cut myself and watched myself bleed, just to distract myself from the pain (when I was a kid and didn't know any better).

I think Billie had the notion at least for a moment, that if you had heartache, you could learn to exist with it and not let it defeat you.
Amen, sister.

Read the whole thing (and use control-A [or option-A on Mac] to make the dark-colored text legible). For more on my own experience with depression—and finding the beauty in the dark places—read my own "Lady and the Swamp."


6:44 PM  |

The Inside of Hell

Via The Curt Jester comes this link to an interview with a San Diego-area abortion-clinic worker.

It is very difficult to read, full of graphic details, but it is important.

Here is one of the non-graphic passages that I found very moving:

"Three days after it opened, we went to see Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ. Believe me, it was very hard. When we saw how they beat Jesus and the instruments they used, we compared it to the instruments the doctor used. I saw everything we did in the clinic in that movie — so much blood spilled. I couldn't stop crying in the theater. I also saw the devil portrayed as a fetus. I wanted to die. The following day, I told Sonia that we had to stop working at the clinic. She also saw the movie and we remembered that in the picture they said 'He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.' We were very afraid because just a few months before, the manager of the clinic was killed by her husband. We felt something was going to happen to us because of what we were doing", she said.

"Before my abortion, and before working here, I wasn't afraid of death. Whenever I thought of the day God would come for me, even while knowing I have sinned, with all of my sins, I wasn't afraid. Now, I live with that fear. I feel that I don't want to die because I wonder how I would face God if I should see him. I don't have peace.

"Last week, I visited my brother and wanted to hug my nephew. The child was crying almost hysterically. My sister-in-law said the child was scared because he felt I have the devil inside because I kill babies for a living. I was really angry at my sister-in-law, but I felt it was true to some extent."


5:39 PM  |

A Southerner Recalls the GOP's Stand Against Segregation

Judith Wilmot Weiland writes regarding my sympathetic item about Sixties leftists and Mississippi:

It was southern Republicans who stood against segregation in the South along with noble Democrats like Estes Kefauver.

Federal Judge Frank M. Johnson, from Northern Alabama, was appointed by Eisenhower. Judge Johnson ruled that segregation was unconstitutional. His house was blown up, his mother lost her arm, and the long-term damage to his family was great. Liberal history wants to separate Republicans from African Americans so they stressed the role of liberals.

My political learning have remained the same over the years. I knew in grammar school that segregation was wrong because Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world, red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight.

Frank Johnson and others like him were a minority in the South and they were almost all Republicans.


UPDATE: Maclin Horton put a response in the comments section that I'm including here to make sure nobody misses it:
YES!!! Thank you.

As a white southerner who was in his teens during the heyday of the civil rights movement, I am driven almost around the bend by the conventional view of this matter. The undeniable historical fact is that the post-Civil-war system of racial segregation in the south was designed, owned, and operated by and for white Democrats. That's spelled D-E-M-O-C-R-A-T-S.

This is one of the ways in which the liberal/Democratic leaning of the MSM has seriously distorted history. If they want to blast the Republicans for exploiting white racism post-1965, that's at least a fair argument. But the preceding hundred years were effing owned by the Democrats. But you'd never know it from listening to politicians & the media.


1:36 PM  |

American Voters Didn't Listen to Him Either

"Appeal by 'Pretty Woman' Star Perplexes Palestinians"


3:14 AM  |

Get Your Clicks
Links of Note

Something seems to smell in this news of the GOP's removing Rep. Chris Smith from his post as chairman of the Veteran's Affairs committee for reasons of "party discipline." Smith had been on the committee for 24 years and his term would have expired in a year.

* * *

For the first time, the state of Mississippi is actually lodging murder charges against one of the suspects in the 1964 killings of civil-rights workers Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner. I hope they got the right man, and if so, I hope they punish him to the full extent of the law.

Despite my disagreement with so much of 1960s leftism, I still think I would have gone to Mississippi with the Freedom Riders. But, for reasons that Brett of Saint Kansas describes, I'd draw the line at Ohio.

UPDATE: A Southern reader recalls the GOP's stand against segregation.


2:49 AM  |

Crisis Time for Iraq's Christians

National Review Online has a harrowing op-ed by Nina Shea and James Y. Ray about the persecution of Iraq's Christian minority, the nearly one million pro-Western, pro-democracy ChaldoAssyrians. They're the last people on earth who speak Aramaic, the language spoken by Jesus, and their community may not exist much longer unless the Iraqi government and the United States defends them against their Islamist persecutors:

Though many Iraqis, particularly moderates, suffer violence, the ChaldoAssyrians, along with the smaller non-Muslim minorities of Sabean Mandeans and Yizidis, may be as a group all but eradicated from Iraq. Their exodus began in earnest in August after the start of a terrorist bombing campaign against their churches. With additional church bombings right before Christmas, hundreds more Christian families escaped in fear to Jordan and Syria.
If they're "escaping" to Jordan—which is tolerant only by comparison—you know it has to be bad.

The authors continue:
Both Sunni and Shiite extremists who seek to impose their codes of behavior have been ruthless toward the Christians, throwing acid in the faces of women without the hijab (veil) and gunning down the salesclerks at video and liquor stores. In the north, Kurdish administrators have withheld U.S. reconstruction funds from ChaldoAssyrian areas, and, together with local peshmerga forces, have confiscated some Christian farms and villages. Of the $20 billion that American taxpayers generously provided for the reconstruction of Iraq two years ago, none so far has gone to rebuild ChaldoAssyrian communities. The State Department is distributing these funds exclusively to the Arab- and Kurdish-run governorates — the old Saddam Hussein power structure — who fail to pass on the ChaldoAssyrian share.

Though Iraq's president, prime minister, and Grand Ayatollah Sistani have all denounced the attacks against the Christians, the persecution has not abated. The ChaldoAssyrians have endured much throughout the last century in Iraq, including brutal Arabization and Islamization campaigns. But this current period may see their last stand as a cohesive community.
There's more, including information on what you can do to help—read the whole thing.


2:08 AM  |

Thursday, January 6, 2005

Reader Anna has been thinking about whether artificial contraception (that is, any means other than periodic continence) is wrong. I really like her conclusion, which may be found in the comments section of "A Spot of Trouble":

I think that it has to due with vulnerability. When someone is vulnerable to another it means that they are open and can be hurt by them. This is good, when you are open to a trusted friend, God or your mate. It is bad if you are vulnerable to a stranger. Birth control eliminates the physical vulnerability, but does not change the emotional and spiritual vulnerability. So people, and I suspect that it may be women more than men, are risking hurt without realizing it. When a person is hurt enough and long enough, they respond differently to many things, not like a person who has not been hurt.


10:24 PM  |

State Dept. Joins UNICEF Against Tsunami-Victim Adoption

The Associated Press reports that the State Department, like UNICEF, "has ruled out, for now, the adoption of children from countries devastated by the tsunami disaster."

For the first time, the press is acknowledging at least part of the real problem, which I addressed here two days ago:

[T]the countries worst affected by the tsunami - India, Indonesia, Sri Lanka and Thailand - have strict laws governing foreign adoptions.

Malaysia, a predominantly Muslim country, does not authorize foreign adoption by non-Muslims.
Still, it's clear from the context that the press, and the U.S. government, is treading very softly for fear of offending Islamic sensibilities. And the children will suffer, because our officials don't have the spine to speak out for them. Witness this, from the same article:
The department and international adoption agencies caution that many parentless children may be claimed by aunts and uncles, grandparents, even distant cousins in cultures built on strong family bonds. The rest will probably be adopted by families in their native countries or watched over by protective neighbors and friends.
First of all, do you believe there are enough families in the tsunami-hit countries who are willing and able to take adequate care of the orphans? I don't think so. And the remainder will be "watched over by protective neighbors and friends." How protective? Protective enough to prevent the children from falling into the hands of child traffickers?

There's a big difference between being "watched over" and having a loving family. As for the government and UNICEF's supposed fears of adoption leading to more child trafficking, no one can tell me that the charities and government agencies overseeing the expenditure of $2 billion in aid are incapable of telling the difference between a child trafficker and a legitimate adoption agency.


9:45 PM  |

I've already written here about the blue pro-life wristbands; now, Brett Taylor of Saint Kansas writes that there are violet lupus awareness wristbands, available from the Lupus Foundation of America.

So far, it looks like the Lupus Foundation is selling the bands only in bulk, but if you just want one, try leaving a request in the comments section of Saint Kansas. Brett's daughter just ordered 50 in honor of her mom, who has the disease. Perhaps she'll be willing to pass one on if she has any left over after giving them to her entire fourth-grade class, and you can give the $1 it would cost directly to the Lupus Foundation.


9:07 PM  |

Touchstone's Kenneth Tanner writes in a group e-mail:

I don't know if you blogging biggies have been following the discussion over the past few days between Anthony Esolen and David Hart, and between David Hart and Bill Luse, out on the Touchstone blog site, Mere Comments, but it's been interesting. God, the tsunami, the wounds of Christ, Dostoyevsky, the felix culpa, pelicans—you know, the usual subjects.
Felix culpa? I'm there.

P.S. Would Felix the Culpa carry a bag of tristis?


7:57 PM  |

Jeff the Baptist, commenting on "It's Official: "UNICEF Says 'No' to Inter-Country Adoption," writes that "'adoption' may open up a huge door for child trafficking." It seems to me that just the opposite is the case, as the U.N. and other charities in the region have plenty of means at their disposal to distinguish between child traffickers and legitimate adoption agencies. Would anybody who has knowledge of the inter-country adoption process care to respond to Jeff's assertion in the comments section of that post?


5:25 PM 

Canadian blogger Xavier Basora writes today in Buscaraons about why he did not watch the TV movie that just aired in his country about abortionist Henry Morgantaler:"Here was a man who physically survived Dachau but was spiritually and morally defeated by the Nazis."
5:07 PM  |

CONTEST:
Which Witness Is Which?

Reader Kevin Kane informs me that the main title of Amber Frey's new book is Witness (full title: Witness: For the Prosecution of Scott Peterson).

As you can see from J.D. King's lovely caricature at top left, Witness, which I'm in the midst of reading right now, happens to be my new favorite book—only the one I love is the Whittaker Chambers classic.

This calls for a contest.

Write a one-sentence description of the simplest way one could tell the Chambers and Frey books apart. It should follow the rough pattern of, "Because one's about _____, and the other's about _____." All entries should be posted in the comments section below.

The writer of the wittiest entry will receive a $25 Amazon gift certificate, plus I will donate $25 to the tsunami-relief charity of his or her choice.

As always, please keep it clean. I reserve the right to delete entries that in my opinion push the bounds.

The deadline for entries is this Saturday, January 8, at midnight. Everyone is welcome to enter; however, to keep it fair, only readers with whom I have not had previous contact are eligible to win—so spread the word. The decision of the judge is final.

So, here we go—can I get a witness?


3:59 PM  |

U.N. Seen Nothin' Yet

Reader Kevin O'Brien directs me to The Diplomad, an authoritative place to go after you've read today's Dawn Patrol continuing coverage on the United Nations' outrageous stance against inter-country adoption of tsunami orphans.

Run by Republican Foreign Service officers, Diplomad reports on State Department issues you won't read about in the mainstream media—like the United Nations' forming an "assessment team [that] will coordinate all the other assessment teams."


1:33 PM  |

Be Thankful...

...you don't have the phone number 867-5309. (Link found on Thicke.org.)

If you ever phoned that number out of curiosity—even if you then quickly hung up—please give your witness in the comments section. I don't have a clear memory of making the call, but I'm pretty sure I'm guilty.


1:26 PM  |

He'll Rise Again

"Creator of Popular Bundt Pan Dies at 86"


1:59 AM  |

It's Official:
"UNICEF Says 'No' to Inter-Country Adoption"

This is very sad.

I just looked at The Dawn Patrol's referral statistics and saw that 10 percent of visitors find this site searching for "tsunami victims adoption."

To think that there are so many people who want to reach out to these orphaned kids—and the United Nations is keeping them homeless and at risk of disease.

The reasons those search terms are on this blog is because yesterday I linked to a news story about the U.N. agency UNICEF's prohibiting adoption of the victims. Today I found the "aid" agency's official press release:

Chief Executive of UNICEF Australia, Carolyn Hardy said today, "UNICEF is working to keep children in their communities and country of origin. The children who've been through the tsunami and lost their parents are highly traumatised. At this stage UNICEF is working to ensure all children are able to remain where they are and receive the care they need within the communities they are familiar with."

"If in the event children do need to be removed from their communities or country or origin, UNICEF does not facilitate or advocate inter-country adoptions. Despite the well meaning motives of many Australians wishing to adopt, there are a myriad of factors which need to be considered. Hasty impromptu adoptions are not in the best interests of any child and will not meet the immediate needs of children in crisis. Because of this UNICEF believes, as do all government adoption authorities within Australia, that it should be considered only when there are no options for the child other than growing up in an orphanage."

So let me get this straight:

It's OK for the United Nations to enter a nation and commit 150 ACTS OF SEXUAL ABUSE ON CHILDREN

—but if people want to adopt those children and put them in safe, loving homes, it's "not in the best interests of any child]"?

The unspoken issue here is Islam.

Nobody—not UNICEF, and, as of yet, not the mainstream media—wants to admit that the U.N. is holding back these children from adoption because it fears antagonizing the children's Islamic home countries, which shudder at the thought of Allah's people being raised by infidels.

Meanwhile, the children suffer—and the countless numbers of would-be adoptive parents are left with empty arms.

UPDATE: See my more recent entry, "State Dept. Joins UNICEF Against Tsunami-Victim Adoption.

TRACKBACK: Dustbury's Charles G. Hill writes: "But of course. Better a thousand children should be warehoused, better a hundred should perish, than a single imam be outraged. Thank you, O Religion of Peace."


Blurred Brain's Tim observes:: "Apparently, UNICEF is against legitimate adoption but doesn't have a problem leaving children exposed to being kidnapped by sexual deviants."


1:01 AM  |

Wednesday, January 5, 2005

Kudos to Jivin' Jehoshaphat for answering the Evangelical Outpost's "Ten Reasons to Despise Planned Parenthood" with 10 more reasons. I have to disagree with him on No. 13, though; Planned Parenthood's definition of "fetus" does not contain the word "human."


9:34 PM  |

The discussion in the comments section of "A Spot of Trouble," about what the oral contraceptive Seasonale does to its users' spirit, continues apace, with this latest question from Via Media:

Can someone explain if and why surgeries that result in sterility are okay? What about altering other bodily functions (blood pressure, blood sugar, etc)? Are these bodily functions considered to have as great a spiritual import as fertility? Why or why not?

If you'd like to try your hand at answering that one, please be my guest.


8:56 PM  |

UPDATED—Get Your Clicks
Links of Note

For the first time ever, I actually find David Lee Roth handsome.

I wasn't too fond of him in his peekaboo pants when he was in Van Halen, but he looks go-wah-gess in the photo of him in EMT mode at Slant Point.

Maybe it's the new humility. He's made a side trip from the classic-rock circuit to train with New York City paramedics. Hopeful fans of his have started a blog where they hope to publish tales of his new exploits: The Night David Lee Roth Saved My Life.

But I admit that, despite never owning any of his records, I've had a soft spot for Roth ever since he brought one of my grandfather's favorite songs back onto the charts: "I Ain't Got Nobody" (recorded as a medley with "Just a Gigolo).

* * *

Alarming News heralds a new group blog, Saved By Reagan—make that Child of Reagan, which has an articulate argument for using adult stem cells rather than embryonic ones in research. Stephen Braunlich asks, "Do you want a tumor or a cure?"
* * *

And one more for you: Kevin McCullough reports on the sickening story of a mom who directed and videotaped her two children and an older teenager having sex at her home. Kevin observes: "[T]his case does prove a part of a thesis that I have held for some time. Sexual looseness desires to see ONE effect in society - the ultimate sexualization of children. This incest, premarital, promiscuous, pornographic, lesbian type of pedophilia breaks numerous moral standards - but unless someone, somewhere, defines what those standards are - we can expect more incidents of this kind."

6:01 PM  |

Mother of Prevention

A judge has ordered a 31-year-old homeless and cocaine-addicted prostitute to have no more children until she can care for the seven she has now. Now the leader of an organization called Project Prevention is offering the woman $500 if she agrees to take herself out of the gene pool with sterilization or long-term contraception.

If that sounds like the same kind of eugenic thinking that spawned Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger's infamous Negro Project, that's because it is.

Project Prevention, which regularly distributes money to drug and alcohol addicts as a reward for sterilization or long-term contraception, was originally called Crack (Children Requiring A Caring Community). Founder Barbara Harris has told the BBC that she doesn't care about the well-being of addicts, only that they stop breeding. "If they spend the $200 on drugs, they spend it on drugs," she said. "It's none of our business what they do with the money we give them."

It's no surprise that Planned Parenthood is listed as a "resource" on Project Prevention's Web site.

But the love is one-sided. According to an article on Harris's organization in Salon, Planned Parenthood opposes Project Prevention. Perhaps that's because Project Prevention's preferred method of sterilization would take a cut out of Planned Parenthood's abortion revenues. Also, the Salon article implies that Planned Parenthood doesn't like to see money being distributed to drug addicts rather than to its own programs.

Still, even though Project Prevention's donors are largely right-wing—including the sadly misguided Dr. Laura—its tactics are no different than those of Margaret Sanger, who would gladly quarantine a mother in a concentration camp—so long as she wouldn't litter the world with more of what Sanger called "human weed."

We have to recognize and oppose the culture of death on every front—including the right wing.


2:39 PM  |

Today The Evangelical Outpost lists "Ten Reasons to Despise Planned Parenthood"—and they all come from posts on this here blog. It's a great feeling to have my efforts recognized—thanks, Joe!


4:45 AM  |

Bat's All, Folks!
Planned Parenthood Strikes Out for 'Safe' Abortions

Planned Parenthood boasts that its abortions are "safe"—but what does the word "safe" really mean when applied to a procedure that vacuums a live baby from the womb?

Today, thanks to an executive at the organization, we finally know what Planned Parenthood means by a "safe" abortion.

It's safe when you don't get busted.

The exec made her comments in a Detroit News story about a 16-year-old boy's being charged with a felony for killing his girlfriend's unborn child by striking her stomach with a baseball bat:

Lori Lamerand, vice president of the Planned Parenthood Mid-Michigan Alliance, said pregnant teens have safer options available than terminating a pregnancy without a doctor.

"It's always tragic when people resort to such drastic measures, when there are appropriate, safe medical measures are available," Lamerand said.
"Tragic"? Where's the tragedy? Surely she couldn't be referring to the tragedy of the teenage girl's expelling her baby after six months and burying the corpse in her boyfriend's back yard.

No, the only "tragedy" to which the Planned Parenthood minion could possibly be referring is the fact that the boy is charged with a felony. (The girl—who acceded to the assault—escapes charges, because the state's Prenatal Protection Act had to be written around Roe vs. Wade, which protects women from being penalized for their own "choices.")

That must be why Planned Parenthood tells women how they can "safely" use drugs for the off-label purpose of aborting their babies at home. It's safe because no one will see them. They alone will be traumatized by passing the dead remains of what would have been their living, breathing child.

There isn't a back yard in the world big enough to hold the products of Planned Parenthood's ongoing safety campaign.


4:13 AM  |

He'll Pray Your Requests

Dennis Schenkel of Vita Mea, a Roman Catholic seminarian and blogger pal whom I had the pleasure of meeting when he was in New York City on his Christmas break, is offering to do something special:

I'm going to be on silent retreat starting Friday and will be spending four hours or so per day in prayer. If you or any of your readers have any intentions I can pray for, I'd be glad to use my prayer time to lift them up to the Father. All the talk on your blog of praying for other people's intentions made me think that I can surely make my prayer list a little longer for the next week.
Requests may be made to Dennis via the e-mail address on his blog, or through his blog's comments section. And why not put in a prayer for him while you're at it? Prayer is that rare thing—a non-depletable resource.

3:54 AM  |

That Was the Tweak That Was

LOOKY! I asked readers to help me change the color of this blog's links from a difficult-to-read white, and look what happened. A glorious template-tweaking! Not only did I get a new stylesheet from Charles of Dustbury that fixes nearly all the link colors (don't know if I can do anything about the archive links at left), but I got a FANTASTIC new logo from Valerie of Kyriosity (who helped with some other tweaking as well).

Thanks so much to everyone who offered help and advice, including Michael Bates and commenter Bobby. Such generosity—you guys are the greatest.


3:30 AM  |

Tuesday, January 4, 2005

Planned Parenthood's 'Melon'-Culling Babies

Consumer Reports has a comparison of various contraceptive methods, including condoms. Guess which brand of condoms fared the worst?

That's right. Planned Parenthood's.

The melon-colored condom that Planned Parenthood offers for free in baskets in its clinics' waiting rooms received Consumer Reports' lowest rating, failing tests that measured strength and reliability.

It makes perfect sense. Planned Parenthood is, after all, the organization that claims over and over on its main Web site and its youth site Teenwire that condoms are "safe and reliable." Of course the organization would put little quality control into its own condoms—knowing that, despite its nonprofit status, it can and does turn a profit on its abortion services. Last year, Planned Parenthood turned a $35.2 million profit*—while receiving a record $265.2 million in government funds.

The faulty condoms are free, but the abortion'll cost you—if not out of your checkbook, then out of your tax bill.

Thanks to the delightfully named Duke of Churl from Just Like Grape for the tip.

*That link will take you to a pro-life Web site. Here is a PDF file of the organization's annual report, from whence those figures come.


10:45 PM  |

Matt Bramanti of the Lone Star Times has new information of an undisclosed conflict of interest in the Washington Post piece on the decline in contraceptive use. (Also see related posts linked here and here.


10:16 PM  |

One of Terri Schiavo's new lawyers visited her and reports that she is alert, smiling, and engaged in the world around her.

It is truly chilling to think that her ex-husband—and many in the court system—are devoting great resources to the effort to kill her.

For updates on the Schiavo case, visit Media Culpa.


9:30 PM  |

New blogger Sal of Stand Up and Walk has a fine takedown of the Washington Post's notoriously anti-abstinence writer Ceci Connolly's article on how supposedly horrible it is that American women are using less contraception.


5:52 PM  |

LINK FIXED—U.N. Blocks Western Adoption of Tsunami-Victim Kids

A friend sends this story from Australia of the latest outrage committed by the U.N. via its Unicef agency:

Overseas adoption unsuitable for tsunami orphans

Adoption groups are advising it is unlikely children orphaned by the Asian tsunami disaster would be repatriated to Australia.

Agencies including Centrelink and support groups in the ACT have received calls and e-mails from people wishing to adopt victims of the earthquake event....

Unicef Australia chief executive Carolyn Hardy says her organisation will not support or encourage inter-country adoptions.

"We believe children are best left where they are in environments that are familiar to them, in a culture that's familiar to them, speaking a language that they know, and in the schools that they're already going to," she said.

"To uplift them out of their country to Australia or anywhere else would be an absolute last resort."
The friend, who has spent much time in the Arab world, comments:
Typical UN lunacy.  It's better for orphans to remain in countries where the UN predicts hundreds of thousands more will die from disease than to allow them to be adopted by loving families in Australia (or, worse yet, America!)

What the writer does not reveal, is that this is most likely capitulation to Moslems, who generally do not believe in adoption, and who would consider institutionalization in an Islamic society preferable to being raised by infidels.

UPDATE: Link fixed. (Thanks, Not Kristen!)

TRACKBACK: Jinx McHue notes in Shock and Blog that the argument against taking the victims out of their environment is bogus: "The only problem is, of course, that the 'environments' these children are in now are NOT familiar to them. The 'environments' have been absolutely devastated by the crushing, killing force of a tsunami."


3:24 PM  |

The comments section of "A Spot of Trouble" is on fire! Wow! Thanks, guys and gals. Not everyone gave me a witness, but among those who did, I thought Dennis of Vita Mea did a great job of explaining what is the culture of death. Maclin Horton of Light on Dark Water points to a relevant article in Touchstone that'll be on my reading list for this evening.


3:04 PM  |

Body, Soul, and Seasonale

The Rev. Brett Thomasson responds to my call for help in respnding to a reader to a commenter who questioned why I argued that the oral contraceptive Seasonale was spiritually damaging. He articulates issues that I hadn't even considered—but with which I completely agree:

[The commenter's] question seems to center on why you see the soul affected by changes made to the body. If I remember some of my biblical studies right, the union of the soul and body is a cornerstone of Jewish understanding of the human being, and as I understand your story that's something you would have absorbed from the cradle. It's at the center of early Christian understanding as well. New Testament and patristic writers denied any kind of duality that allowed division of body from soul. God made the physical world and called it good, but it's now fallen. If we separate our spiritual existence (soul) from our physical existence (body) we can too easily slip into the idea that our souls are good and our bodies bad. So then we can punish the body to make it behave, give it license to do whatever it wants because it's built that way and it can't be stopped, or who knows how many screwed-up ideas. Denial of the body/soul union is a denial of God's creation.

If I understood you right, then you're saying that denial is a danger in the use of medicine that alters the body's natural cycles. I believe you're saying that those who take these medicines (such as the beta blocker that lowers my heart rate and keeps my blood pressure in the happy place) need to be aware of what they're taking and alert to its problems and risks. Some of the risks are spiritual, because the denial could bring us to seeing our bodies as flawed and our souls as perfect, the way the old Gnostics did and that Paul and the patristics warned against. We could start to believe our bodies and our souls are separable. But they're united - the flaws of one are the flaws of the other.

Human bodies have a lot of limitations, and they vary. This particular one doesn't jump high enough to dunk on a regulation NBA rim. Some others do. This particular one isn't able to regulate blood pressure well enough to reduce the chance it'll stroke out before 2020. Some others are. We just have to remember that our souls are limited in this life as well. I don't have a perfect soul that's trapped in an imperfect body and waits for death to free it. I have a soul made imperfect by my sin so that it only poorly reflects the image of God in me, the me God has in mind. I can tinker with my physical body to make it work better, but it'll stop one day anyway. I can tinker with my soul to make it less flawed, but it'll fall short of what God has in mind for it. Only reunion with my creator, which is possible because of what Christ has done for me, will truly change me - body and soul - so that I am who God has always designed me to be.


2:05 PM  |

Ace researcher John Bambenek has a new post online that gives ammunition to those opposed to the government's spending money on contraception. For years, Planned Parenthood and others have argued that every $1 spent on contraception saves the government $3. Bambenek's research shows that such spending is actually a losing proposition.


4:04 AM  |

Can I get a witness in the comments section of "A Spot of Trouble"? Please? There are spiritual issues being questioned which I do not feel fully capable of answering at 4 a.m. after a long day's work and blogging. Thanks!


3:58 AM  |

Peace and Carats

Juliette Ochieng, who blogs under the nickname Baldilocks, has a thought-provoking two-part entry on "Making Peace With Being Single."

I've given up on making peace with lacking the diamond ring at age 36, but on good days I can say I've made a truce.

There are two kinds of loneliness for a single woman: loneliness for a sex partner, and loneliness for a relationship. The first one is the least difficult to solve, but if that's all one finds, the relationship-loneliness paradoxically becomes worse. Realizing that—after many years of being sexually active—is what made me capable of working sincerely towards being chaste until marriage.

I have to be careful about saying that I'm not overtaken now by longing for sex—things like that have a way of creeping up on one when one least expects it. But what I really miss, and what I think about several times a day, is wishing I had someone special to eat with, walk with, ride the train with, dance with, read with, etc.

Focusing on the lack of such day-to-day companionship can make life seem empty and dull. Yet I for one can't imagine how a single woman who wants to be married could completely avoid feeling that hole in her life. It's why I have a hard time taking single women seriously when they say they're "fulfilled" without a husband. It's like hearing about someone who doesn't like chocolate. It doesn't seem quite natural.

There are two ways to overcome that lack, the first and simplest being to ignore it—via focusing one's attention on work, time with family and friends, books, movies, music, or a blog.

The other way takes more effort, but is more rewarding.

As the years go by, I have noticed that during the times when I feel most lonely, that's when I am the least involved in brightening my world.

By "brightening my world," I mean anything from volunteering, all the way down to buying herbal tea to share with my sick co-workers, to phoning friends or family for no reason other than to check in, to stopping myself from thinking bad thoughts about the people who are crowding me on the subway platform. I mean praying for people and e-mailing them words of encouragement.

It is possible to do all those things and still be lonely. But reaching outward rather than dwelling inward surely serves to lighten the load.

I keep telling myself that one day I will meet my future husband, and then what will I have done with my time until then? Without firm evidence to the contrary, I have to assume that my time being single is limited. When I'm married, there will be more demands on my time than there are now. The time and ability that I have now to brighten the world are a blessing.

"That faith is not worth holding which a man is not willing...to hold through suffering," wrote Whittaker Chambers. Very true. But what is the point of suffering if it doesn't bring forth beauty?

That is what I tell myself. So I strive to occupy myself each day with the effort to discover beauty in everyday life—a far more fruitful effort than only trying to discover beauty in one man.

Thanks to Charles of Dustbury for the Baldilocks tip.


2:16 AM  |

Monday, January 3, 2005

The Hallmark of AIDS

Evangelical Outpost reports on a publicly funded San Francisco program that enables homosexual men infected with HIV to send wacky ironic e-cards to their sex partners recommending they get tested for the virus. (That is, assuming that HIV causes AIDS—a proposition that Dean Esmay refutes with a thought-provoking post.) The cards have bright slogans like, "It’s not what you brought to the party, its what you left with."

What I want to know is, when are they going to spend public funds on similar adorable little e-cards for victims of tuberculosis? You know; "I couldn't hack it—and now neither can you!" Or for victims of flesh-eating bacteria? "I've got this devouring passion—and want to wear you down to the bone!" Oh, I forgot, AIDS is one of those cuddly snuggly hippity hoppity honey bunny ducky downy sweety chicken pie ever-lovin' jelly bean kind of diseases, so such laff-a-minute taxpayer-funded programs are justified.


10:18 PM  |

The Future's So Brett

If you answered my request to pray for Brett Taylor of Saint Kansas, whose wife suffers from lupus, the father of two writes tonight that things are going better—and even though he says he lacks faith, he believes the prayers have made a difference:

Apologies for the drama and many, many sincere thanks to anyone who has remembered me in their prayers. Yesterday was my family's first good day in a week. I was at the end of my rope Saturday evening; it looked like we were headed back to the hospital, my son was in tears, and I woke up with odd marks on my cheeks Sunday from where I'd apparently tried to tear off my own face in frustration and despair. My wife has hopefully turned the corner, having been able to eat for the first time in a week. Despite my atheism comments...don't think I don't kneel and pray and do whatever else I can. I'll be lighting a candle at Saint John's tomorrow if I end up leaving the house at all.
I am so happy to hear about this—it really blows me away. Please keep praying for Brett's wife and the whole Taylor family—along with his wife's physical healing, I believe God is healing the family spiritually as well.

Brett also writes about his "Dawn Eden fantasy", but don't worry—it's all perfectly respectable. He'd written the fantasy to me earlier, and I notice the online version is missing what I thought was one of the best parts—that I would meet my Christian husband while watching the Taylors' kids for the day, Brett and his wife having gone to see Windsor Castle.


7:40 PM 

Watch Che Go

Jay Nordlinger has an excellent piece in National Review online about the outcry against the New York Public Library store's selling a Che Guevara watch. It's wonderful to read that the outcry has actually had an effect—the library actually stopped selling the watch. Nordlinger's column is also a must-read for anyone who doesn't understand why some people are so disgusted to see Guevara held up as an icon.

Nordlinger credits the fine Babalú blog for mobilizing opposition to the Che watch. I'd like to note that Babalú learned about the watch from this entry, and I in turn learned about it from my friend Kevin Kane.


4:36 PM  |

A reader e-mailed today asking me to change the color of this page's links, white-on-orange being difficult to read. Is there any reader who could show me how to do that? I see the color commands in the body of my HTML, but I don't know how to change the color for just this right-hand section of the blog, which is set up as a table. I'd like to change the links to a darker shade, like cornflower blue. Thanks.

UPDATE: Charles writes:

You're going to have to resort to an actual style sheet to get them different colors on the same page. It can be done, and if it's done correctly, you should only have to change the permanent links on the main-index template.

Incidentally, cornflower blue will clash with the orange something horrible. I'd suggest a darker blue, and leave the left-side links white.
I'll gladly accept all those suggestions—but can anyone offer advice on online resources for learning how to write style sheets? Thanks again.


4:00 PM  |

Knife Work if You Can Get It

To commemorate the 10th anniversary of sick murderer John Salvi's abortion-clinic shooting spree, Boston magazine has a first-person story by another sick murderer. But this one isn't behind bars. She's an abortionist.

The woman won't give her name, so we'll call her Dr. Curettage, after one of her methods.

Dr. Curettage begins her story with the familiar "I'm helping the world by enabling 11-year-old girls to kill their babies" defense:

[The 11-year-old] had come in for a procedure, and it soon became obvious that she had no understanding of sex -- she didn't really understand that she'd even had it, or that it had any connection to her pregnancy. We literally had to teach this girl about what it means to have sex -- about STDS, abstinence, and pregnancy. I remember thinking: In a world where people don't want kids to learn about these things, how can you not give them the choice to terminate a pregnancy? Even if she had chosen to continue the pregnancy and opt for adoption, what would that have done to her own childhood? How can we not provide a child with any education about sex, then force her to become a parent long before she's ready?
The self-justification here is so thick, it's smothering, as Dr. Curettage runs in circles to explain that it's not her fault she's a murderer: Society Is to Blame.

To even begin to accept the doctor's justification, one would have to believe that this child, who has already been abused—probably by someone older—should now be abused by an adult in a different way: She must be shielded from the knowledge that she is acceding to murder.

Moreover, the adults making this decision for the girl—and I say the girl was coerced because it's clear from the context that somebody had to tell her what an abortion is—are further abusing her because she is unable to conceive of the pain that the knowledge of her abortion will cause her later in life. And that doesn't even take into account the fact that the adults are making the completely unjust decision that it is better for one child to die than for another to endure temporary suffering.

Even Dr. Curettage admits she is committing murder:
I have the utmost respect for life; I appreciate that life starts early in the womb, but also believe that I'm ending it for good reasons. Often I'm saving the woman, or I'm improving the lives of the other children in the family. I also believe that women have a life they have to consider. If a woman is working full-time, has one child already, and is barely getting by, having another child that would financially push her to go on public assistance is going to lessen the quality of her life. And it's also an issue for the child, if it would not have had a good life. Life's hard enough when you're wanted and everything's prepared for. So yes, I end life, but even when it's hard, it's for a good reason.
"For good reasons." And Dr. Curettage has the right, given by our government, to decide what those reasons are. From that same premise—that it is legal to end lives that cause others inconvenience—comes the state-sanctioned murder of newborns in the Netherlands.

Note too the particular "reasons" the doctor cites. "Often I'm saving the woman," she crows. How often is "often"? According to the Planned Parenthood-backed Alan Guttmacher Institute, 3 percent of U.S. abortions are due to the mother's "health risk." Chances are that by "often saving" these women, Dr. Curettage means she's simply saving them from having to give birth. Yet that is reason enough, in her mind, to end what she knows is a life.

Likewise, "if a woman is working full-time," then kill the kid, she says. If the child "would not have a good life," kill it. There's no talk of adoption here—just "good reasons" for ending life.

You can really see here why abortion is called part of the "culture of death"—the doctor's statements are dripping with nihilism: "Life's hard enough when you're wanted and everything's prepared for." Let's have a little pity party, shall we? Cue the world's smallest violin. Oh, poor me, I wouldn't wish my hard life on anyone else, I think I'll go stick a vacuum aspirator into some pregnant woman's uterus.

Dr. C. concludes:
Maybe I live in an idealistic world, but I believe in people being good and in trying to understand their opinion. I don't think I'm going to be easily swayed. Obviously, the threat of violence is something that's always in the back of my mind, that it could happen, but I feel like I'm doing something so right. How could people think it's wrong?
This woman understands the evil of violence when it's directed at her, yet she has no concept of the violence she herself perpetrates. Clearly the self-deluding mindset that the Nazis pleasured in fostering—it caused them to justify killing the mentally handicapped under the guise of "economic savings"—is alive and well in America's abortion clinics.


TRACKBACK: Russell Wardlow of Mean Mr. Mustard, writes of Dr. Curettage in his entry "When Illogical Becomes Evil" [deletion mine]: "This woman went to med school. On that count at least she is a member of the cognitive elite of our society. In her case at least, I refuse to accept that someone could be so g-ddamned stupid as to utter crap like that and not be aware of the logical nonsense they're spewing."

1:55 AM  |

I want to say thanks to everyone who wrote, after I had offered to pray for readers, and said that they were praying for me too. I really can't describe what it feels like to be cared about like that. It means something to me not only because I believe that God hears and answers prayers, but also because it really touches me that people would give of themselves for me in such a personal way. I feel very blessed to have readers who are so supportive. Thank you all so much.


1:21 AM 

UPDATED*—Your Tax Dollars at Work

Considering that Planned Parenthood receives a huge amount of taxpayer dollars—over a quarter-billion last year alone—perhaps it isn't so surprising to discover that the Web site for the federal Centers for Disease control features a glowing profile of the organization's founder, Margaret Sanger.

The puff piece doesn't mention abortion at all. Instead, it portrays the Nazi-affiliated eugenicist solely as a champion of "birth control"—a term Sanger herself made up, though the profile doesn't say that either.

It begins:

Sometimes social factors slow progress toward improving health more than lack of awareness or the absence of technology. No 20th century public health achievement demonstrates this more clearly than the struggle to provide women in the United States with safe and effective birth control. Margaret Sanger (September 14, 1879-September 6, 1966) risked scandal, danger, and imprisonment to challenge the legal and cultural obstacles that made controlling fertility difficult and illegal.
Here are Sanger's actual words on "controlling fertility," from Chapter 18 of Woman and the New Race:
Birth control itself, often denounced as a violation of natural law, is nothing more or less than the facilitation of the process of weeding out the unfit, of preventing the birth of defectives or of those who will become defectives. So, in compliance with nature's working plan, we must permit womanhood its full development before we can expect of it efficient motherhood. If we are to make racial progress, this development of womanhood must precede motherhood in every individual woman. Then and then only can the mother cease to be an incubator and be a mother indeed. Then only can she transmit to her sons and daughters the qualities which make strong individuals and, collectively, a strong race.
It is simply disgusting to see a taxpayer-funded Web site lionizing the architect of the Negro Project, who urged crowds to support the extermination of "human weed" and banded with Nazis to urge the sterilization of the unfit.

*Added Sanger quotation.


1:07 AM  |

Sunday, January 2, 2005

Wild About Barry

Cue the weepy violins: Dave Barry published his last regular weekly column today.

The Miami Herald has a page of related links, including a Barry slideshow.

I met Barry when he was running for president, in 1992, after he gave a hilarious talk at the 92nd Street Y. I gave him CDs by the Small Faces and Irma Thomas, to which I'd penned the liner notes.

He wrote me afterwards to thank me. He said I had excellent taste, and that he would put me on the Supreme Court. (I'm glad he didn't win—back then, I would have upheld Roe.)

Years later, I interviewed him for Mojo magazine about Dave Barry's Book of Bad Songs. He was again very gracious, and of course funny. He told me that back when his high-school classmates were into the Beatles and the Dave Clark Five, he and a friend decided their favorite group would be an obscure combo that they saw mentioned in a teen magazine: Bern Elliot & The Fenmen.

I'm very sorry to see Dave give up his column. There's nobody else like him. But I give him credit for quitting while he's still witty.

In thanking his readers at the end of his last column, he writes, "You've given me the most wonderful career an English major could hope to have."


6:47 PM  |

Paradox Lust

Every so often, Dustbury's Charles G. Hill mentions Zeno's paradox, and when he does, he links to Part One of my now-dormant series "The Truth in Small Things." It always brightens my day when he does—it's nice to see that series remembered.


5:30 PM  |

A Spot of Trouble

In November, I wrote in this space about the commercial for Seasonale, the Planned Parenthood-promoted contraceptive pill that reduces a woman's periods to four per year.

Last week, the manufacture of Seasonale pulled that same ad, after FDA sent it a warning letter (PDF file) calling the ad "false or misleading because it fails to reveal material facts about Seasonale and minimizes the risks." (This PDF file shows a storyboard of the ad.) I won't detail what those omitted facts and risks are—you can read them in that warning letter or in this news report—but they're significant.

Again, it's the same issue that I wrote about last week—the nihilistic attitude of modern culture that urges we take pills rather than modify our behavior. In the case of Seasonale, the soul of the woman is treated as dispensable, in order that she may become a barren, cybernetic creature that sheds blood only on a pharmaceutical cue.


2:49 AM  |

I've Got a Little List

Today I cast my ballot in the Village Voice's annual "Pazz & Jop" music-critics' poll. It went as follows—recordings marked with an asterisk are new releases of music from the 1960s or (in the case of album #10) 1970s:

Albums—

1. Sandy Salisbury - Everything for You (Rev-Ola)*
2. Various Artists - Come to the Sunshine: Soft Pop Nuggets From the WEA Vaults (Rhino)*
3. Various Artists - Hallucinations: Psychedelic Pop Nuggets From the WEA Vaults (Rhino)*
4. Zombies - As Far as I Can See (Rhino)
5. Jamie Hoover & Bill Lloyd - Paparazzi (Paisley Pop)
6. Lauren Agnelli - Love Always Follows Me (Bongo Beat)
7. Knife & Fork Band - Cold Cereal & Juice (Groove Disques)
8. Edward Rogers - Sunday Fables (Not Lame)
9. Rinaldi Sings - What's It All About? - Tangerine (5 points)
10. Homestead & Wolfe - Our Times (Anopheles)

Singles (the category includes album tracks—again, from-the-vaults tunes are marked with an asterisk)—

1. Evie Sands - "Take Me for a Little While" (from a CD she sells at shows—it's also available on compilations)
2. Zombies - "I Don't Believe in Miracles" (Rhino)
3. Lee Mallory - "That's the Way It's Gonna Be" (Rhino) (from the aforementioned Hallucinations)
4. Harpers Bizarre - "Come to the Sunshine" (Rhino) (from the aforementioned Come to the Sunshine)
5. Sandy Salisbury - "Love Came to Strawberry Lane" (Rev-Ola)
6. Rinaldi Sings - "Avenues and Alleyways" (Tangerine)
7. Jamie Hoover & Bill Lloyd - "Show and Tell" (Paisley Pop)
8. Ed Rogers - "Who Knew the World Would End?" (Not Lame)
9. Nine Men's Morris - "Lonely Boy" (Segue) (yes, it's the Andrew Gold tune—a fine version)
10. Breetles - "The Grand Whatever" (Shuss/No Fault)


1:14 AM  |

Saturday, January 1, 2005

John Bambenek has an excellent point about the fact that animals sensed the oncoming tsunami and escaped it:

[T]his goes completely against the grain of evolution. People simply don't have the sense of nature around them. It's pretty much a fact that in strict survivability terms, the human race or at least the first pair that came from apes would be weaker and LESS likely to survive.

Natural selection would explain why we never would have existed, not why we do.


11:06 PM  |

He's Bad Papal UPDATE: The news story about Pius has been debunked.

Could somebody who is Catholic please explain this?

"Pius XII told churches not to return Holocaust war babies"

The above link will take you to the version of the story from the Israeli newspaper Ha'aretz; more coverage is available on Google News.

I find the whole thing appalling. There is no excuse for taking children from loving families under the guise of saving their lives from an outside threat, and then simply kidnapping them—as well as separating them from their culture and their God-given heritage at a time when they are unable to make the choice for themselves.

UPDATE: Reader Anna points me to Amy Welborn's take on this. I think her perspective is sound, but I can't imagine why it's needful to warn anyone against "going to the mat" for Pius—his action was so abhorrent.

Patrick of Extreme Catholic has the most clear-headed view on this of anyone I've seen, one that's backed in his and Amy's comments sections by fellow blogger Publius.

Roman Catholic seminarian Jeff Geerling is withholding judgment until he sees proof of the letter's validity, which he says he has reason to doubt based on past hoaxes.


7:41 PM  |

Return of the Kin

The scuzzy Ben & Jerry's pro-Moloch Web site Working for Change has a surprisingly pro-adoption article, detailing new laws in seven states that allow adoptees to access their original birth certificates—and discover their birth mother's identity.

The law that was enacted in Oregon allows birth mothers to note that they do not want to be contacted. But since it was enacted, only about 1 percent of mothers have checked off that option. Most of them are elated to think that their child could make contact with them someday.

I realize that, for adoptive parents, the possibility of their child one day wanting to locate his or her real parents can be disconcerting. But considering how long the waiting lists are for those wishing to adopt, how high the abortion rates are, and how these laws will undoubtedly help convince women to bring their children to term, I believe the benefits far outweigh the risks.


7:12 PM  |

Happy New Year!

Last night, I got out of work at about 8:30 and then took a short subway ride downtown to my friend Janet's place in Greenwich Village. I was staying with her because it would save me a longer ride home through the drunken New Year's Eve crowd, plus it would make things easier in the morning, when I was to volunteer with her delivering hot lunches to shut-ins.

Janet had a couple of other friends meet her at her place before they were to go out on the town. She invited me to go with them, but I demurred. For the first New Year's that I could remember, I was really looking forward to staying in.

Unlike my apartment, Janet's place has a TV—with hundreds of channels of cable. I don't have a set at home because I'm a recovering TV-holic, so I was fascinated to flip through the channels—and overjoyed to find a marathon of a show that's one of the few I really miss: "The Twilight Zone."

I had in front of me a stack of prayer requests from readers, and at first—catching the second half of Burgess Meredith and Fritz Weaver in the episode "The Obsolete Man"—I was worried I wouldn't be able to tear myself away from the TV before midnight.

Fortunately, the next episode was one I remembered well and didn't like—"The Odyssey of Flight 33"—so I tore myself away for half an hour and prayed.

I prayed over every prayer request I received, as well as for the people who sent them and their families. I reread each request before praying and used the words that the senders requested, as well as my own words. I also prayed for other friends of mine who hadn't sent in requests, as well as prayers for myself, my family, America, our troops, Israel, Iraq, the tsunami victims, and world peace. (Note to the late requests: I'll be praying over yours tonight.)

It was a beautiful feeling to pray over each reader's request. It made me admire nuns who do that all day. Not that I'm cut out to be a nun—but it made me more conscious of the power of prayer, and what a gift God has given us that we can communicate with Him in that way.

I watched two more "Twilight Zones" before falling asleep: an extremely creepy one I'd never seen before ("Living Doll," featuring Telly Savalas with a little bit of hair), and another creepy episode that's one of my favorites ("The Hitchhiker," featuring Inger Stevens).

Janet came home late—happy but not drunk—and we both managed to get up in time to go to the basement of Our Lady of Pompeii on Sixth Avenue and join the Caring Community volunteers packing hot meals for shut-ins (usually very old people who live alone and are unable to get their own food).

I had done this before with Janet, so I knew the drill: After helping pack the 150-odd bags of food, we'd get a list of a few names and addresses, and deliver the meals. What I wasn't prepared for was the name at the top of our list.

It was my Aunt Fredi, whom I hadn't seen in about 10 years.

I recognized her last name as a family name, but had to call my mom to make sure that the client was actually a relative. Mom couldn't believe it. She reminded me who Aunt Fredi was—the glamour girl of the family, a model and actress. She was beautiful and was always immaculately put together, with perfectly applied makeup and fashionable clothes.

I didn't know much else about Fredi, but she was certainly family. Her brother-in-law, my Uncle Irving, was married to my Aunt Alma and was an obstetrician—delivering not only my mother, but me as well. The idea that I was now going to see the sister-in-law of my long-dead uncle was just amazing.*

Janet and I delivered the other clients' meals, and we stopped at a shop so I could buy Aunt Fredi a small present. Then we headed to her place. I had no idea what to expect, not having seen her in so long. I told Janet that I would be satisfied just delivering her food, which was true. But I hoped she'd understand who I was and that by an amazing coincidence (if it can even be called that), I was able to see her on this New Year's Day.

A home health aide answered the door and Janet, like the good friend that she is, took charge and explained that it was an unusual situation; not only were we delivering meals, but I was a relative. So the aide let us in, and I explained to Fredi who I was and how we were related. She understood right away and invited us to sit down.

Aunt Fredi was much older and more fragile than I remembered—she told us she's 95—but she is still beautiful and has her wits about her. She told us about how she's no longer able to do some of the things she loves, like play the piano, and she said she used to play the organ in movie houses. I did some mental arithmetic—she was born in 1909, so she was 18 when "The Jazz Singer" ushered in the era of talkies.
Wow! Movie houses still used organs for some years after that too, but even that era is long gone.

Fredi was interested to hear about my life, and I shared some of it with her. But she really had a rapport with Janet, in that Janet has a great knowledge of history with regard to the literary and society worlds. Janet was reeling off names like that of a society hostess—something like Pearl Esta?**—and Bricktop, and Fredi would happily relate how she remembered them.

She was sorrowful over the death of her friend Jerry Orbach, whom she had met when she was appearing in an Off-Off-Broadway show across the street from where he was performing in "The Fantasticks." She said that she went on to appear in "Law and Order." In fact, she said, she had appeared in over 100 films over the years, as well as having a modeling career. I wish I could find out details—she said she performed under her own name, but I don't think that's right, as I can't find anything on her on the Web. (I don't doubt that she did a great deal of performing, even if only as an extra; the family takes it as a given.)

The present I brought was gladly accepted, and Fredi told us both to come again. I took down her phone number and gave her my contact information, and told her I'd be happy to come by anytime, especially if there's anything she needs me to do for her. I feel for her living alone with round-the-clock nurses; it would mean something to me to be able to help her, even if just by spending time with her. (She has other family and friends nearby, thankfully, but she's still on her own.)

I just can't get over how I set out this morning just thinking I would do something nice for other people on this holiday, and I ended up having such a beautiful experience seeing a member of my own family. It was an answer to prayer, as I'd prayed the night before that God would help me to find fulfillment in helping others. I'm very thankful to all the Dawn Patrol readers and others who have been praying for me, and I'm convinced that the prayer does work. It was so lovely to start the New Year off with a miracle.


*See Comments.

**Mom reminds me that Aunt Fredi, actually my great-aunt by marriage, is related to us on both Mom's parents' sides:

Your mom's dad, your grandfather, Buddy, had one sibling, Hudythe, who was your mom's aunt. Hudythe was married to Irving. Irving's brother was married to Fredi. So Fredi was your great-aunt's sister-in-law. Her children were first cousins to your mom's first cousins. Since [Irving and Hudythe's] family was the only family we had on Grandpa Buddy's side, we saw all of [that side's] cousins at all the family events. Aunt Fredi was just counted as Aunt Fredi.

After Aunt Hudythe died, many years later, Uncle Irving married your Grandma Jessie's sister, Alma.


1:09 PM  |



 
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