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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Planned Parenthood: Keeping It Small in the Family

OpinionJournal's James Taranto has noted the Orwellian tone taken by an abortion advocate [scroll down for the item], the unfortunately named Rep. Louise Slaughter (D-N.Y.), as she assailed the The Child Interstate Abortion Notification Act, which passed the House on Wednesday. The bill would make it a federal crime to transport a minor across state lines to avoid parental-notification laws. "The people of this country don't want the government intruding" in family disputes, Slaughter said.

As Taranto observes, "In fact, this bill would not intrude into family disputes; it does precisely the opposite: It would punish those who intrude into family disputes by helping girls procure abortions without their parents' knowledge."

But Slaughter isn't the only abortion advocate taking a page from Big Brother's book. The headline of Planned Parenthood's press release on the bill screams, "House Passes Dangerous Family Restriction Act." The mind reels.

When it comes to "dangerous family restrictions," the truth is that Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger (who wrote of "the wickedness of large families") was quite in favor of them—especially when they restricted poor and minority families, as a damning essay on lifeissues.net attests.


1:57 AM  |

Friday, April 29, 2005

Terri's Final Hours: An Eyewitness Account

Fr. Frank Pavone of Priests for Life has a must-read account of his deathbed visits to Terri Schiavo:

[B]esides [Terri's brother] Bobby and his sister and Terri herself, you know who else was in the room with us? A police officer. The whole time. At least one. Sometimes two. Sometimes three armed police officers in the room. You know why they were in the room? They wanted to make sure that we didn't do anything that we weren't supposed to do, like give her communion or maybe a glass of water. In fact, Bobby, sitting on the other side of the bed, would occasionally stand up to lean over his sister. When he stood up and did that, the officer would change position. He would move around towards the foot of the bed so that he could have a direct line of sight on what we were doing. The morning that she died we went in there fairly early and I had to go back outside in front of the hospice to do an interview. In order to go out on time I had a little timepiece in my hand and at the beginning of our visit I put it in my left hand, leaned over Terri and extended my right to bless her and we began praying. I closed my eyes and I felt a tap on my left hand. It was the police officer who said, "Father, what do you have in your hand?" I said, "Oh, officer, it's a little time piece." "I'll have to hold it while you're here," he said. We couldn't have anything in our hands. He didn't even know what it was. Maybe I was going to try to give her communion. Maybe I was going to try to moisten her lips. Who knows what terrible thing I was about to do?

You know what the most ironic thing was? There was a little night table in the room. I could put my hand on the table and on Terri's head all within arms reach. You know what was on that table? A vase of flowers filled with water. And I looked at the flowers. They were beautiful. There were roses their and other types of flowers and there was another one on the other side of the room at the foot of the bed. Two beautiful bouquets of flowers filled with water. Fully nourished, living, beautiful. And I said to myself, this is absurd. This is absurd. These flowers are being treated better than this woman. She has not had a drop of water for almost two weeks. Why are those flowers there? What type of hypocrisy is this? The flowers were watered. Terri wasn't. The other irony is - had I dipped my hand in that water and put it on her tongue - the officer would have led me out probably under arrest. He would have certainly led me out of the room. Something is wrong here.
Read the whole thing—and support Priests for Life's important work.


11:52 PM  |

Splendor in the Grass

Ladies, I am truly blessed.

I learned today that my beloved loves to mow the lawn.


11:17 PM  |

LifeSite reports that Lousiana's rewrite of its crimes-against-nature law was upheld yesterday.

I was impressed just to learn that
any state still had a crimes-against-nature law.

What would be considered a crime against nature in New York City? I mean, besides smoking.

P.S. Sorry again about the light posting—working at home again. Watch this space—there will be some
wonderful news on Sunday.


4:51 AM  |

This Song Really Winds Me Up

If you know Brett Taylor only from his acid-tinged satire and commentary on Saint Kansas, you may be surprised to discover his softer side. His original song "Victrola Girl" is a wistful, evocative hybrid of the Smiths and the Left Banke. It's also the best song I've heard in 6/8 time since the Turtles' "Grim Reaper of Love."


1:23 AM  |

Loewe and Behold

The BBC Web site currently has a page commemorating the night in 1958 that Broadway's "My Fair Lady" opened in London, which links to a video of Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews, and Stanley Holloway being interviewed after the show. Andrews is utterly lovely and gracious, as one would expect—it's easy to imagine how much she charmed audiences. It's a terrible loss that she wasn't allowed to reprise her role in the film.


12:49 AM  |

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Sorry for the light posting—been taking some work home (it's OK—I enjoy it). Expect a lengthier post or three late tonight.


12:44 PM 

Russ Never Sleeps

One of the cool things about 8-tracks is that you don't have to program them to "repeat"—just put one on and you have an endless loop. Right now, I am grooving on Russ Columbo's Legendary Performer collection...over and over and over. Ahhhh...


2:59 AM  |

His Anxieties Have Anxieties

I recently met Joey McKeown a couple of times at social events in New York City, but didn't talk to him much because I didn't know him that well, plus he was on the shy side.

Now that I'm reading his blog, I wish I'd drawn him out. He has a wickedly sarcastic take on life as a New York City Catholic and social drinker, especially his Thurberesque perspective on women—be they dueling co-workers or ill-chosen lectors. (And no, I'm not the one who had the nerve to accept a Guinness from him and not say "thank you." I drink club soda with grapefruit.) Picture an over-21 Charlie Brown in deepest Gotham and you have a good idea of what to expect.


2:43 AM  |

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Scattershot answers today's pressing question: What is Bellerophon—and why do we need him/her/it right now? No, she doesn't mean the 1960s European record label.


12:44 PM 

Communists for Kerry has the sharpest take on mainstream-media clueless coverage of the papal election: a mock Time-magazine story on "a small chimney fire...at the Sistine Chapel in Rome." The piece concludes,

When the second blaze started crowds cheered. Such insensitive loudness in the face of tragedy, of course, could only come from vacationing American tourists, apparently Republican Red-Staters, once again putting American boorishness on display in front of refined Europeans. But when the elderly VCFD firemen reemerged, everyone gave a mighty cheer to one firefighter who, it seems, must have single-handedly quenched the flames.
[Another Dawn Patrol post or two to come in the early afternoon...]


2:53 AM  |

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Planned Parenthood Opposes Women's Right to Choose...an Ultrasound

What does ultrasound equipment mean to you?

If you answered, "machines [that] represent missed or messed-up priorities," congratulations! You are qualified to be Planned Parenthood's SaveRoe.com blogger.

The anonymous blogger, whom I call Ms. Curettage, lets loose today with a broadside against Focus on the Family's plan to spend $4 million in private money on ultrasound equipment for crisis-pregnancy centers.

That's private money, mind you. Not like the $265.2 million that Planned Parenthood received from American taxpayers in fiscal 2004 (as per its annual report).

Ms. Curettage notes, "Focus on the Family is placing 150 ultrasound machines in 'crisis-pregnancy centers' around the country this year, with plans to place another 650 machines in the next five years."

Ooh, scare quotes around "crisis-pregnancy centers." The idea of women giving birth to live babies is truly frightening to these people.

She continues:

These centers already counsel against having an abortion—by describing abortion as dangerous, wrong, and worse.
Well, it's certainly "dangerous" for the baby. And if that's not "wrong," then it must be something...worse.
Now the facilities will have an air of legitimacy with high-tech equipment that could belie their lack of medical expertise.
Let me get this straight:

If you counsel women to kill their babies, you are enshrouded in legitimacy.

If you counsel women to keep their babies—and are licensed to operate equipment that shows them their unborn child—you have a "lack of medical expertise."

Just checking.

Ms. Curettage continues:
For women with wanted pregnancies, ultrasound imaging has become a rite of passage, and a new reason to invest in refrigerator magnets.
Awww, says Planned Parenthood, look at the stoopid widdle would-be mamas, with their stoopid pictchas of their stoopid widdle blobs of tissue tacked to their jumbo Frigidaires. You just know those hapless happy Pollyannas who are so sickeningly fond of their parasitic clumps of cells all live out in the Midwest somewhere—away from us civilized city people who know better—and behind their fridge doors lurk humongous jars of Costco mayonnaise.
For women with unintended or unwanted pregnancies, these machines represent missed or messed-up priorities.
Huh?
Not the women's, but ours.
Well, I'm glad she cleared that up.

But how do ultrasounds represent "missed or messed-up priorities" not only for women with "unwanted" pregnancies, but also with "unintended" ones? Here we see Planned Parenthood's default logic at work: Baby is unintended, ergo baby is unwanted. End of discussion. End of baby.
Four million dollars is four million more than the feds currently spend in comprehensive sex education programs.
Again, note the logic. Planned Parenthood's official mouthpiece is hereby stating unequivocally that there is no good reason why any money—even private funds, for heaven's sake—should be spent upon encouraging people to keep their children. Then it throws out "comprehensive sexual education" as a red herring—as though a private organization has no moral right to help women whose sex education, "comprehensive" or not, has failed them.
Four million dollars could double the income of 160 families making $25,000—giving them something closer to a family-sustaining income.
Well, what can one say to this? Obviously, Ms. Curettage's located her computer's calculator function. The reference to a "family-sustaining income" is quite ironic—positioning Planned Parenthood as a sustainer of family. Somehow, I don't think its definition of "sustaining," at least with regard to life, is the same as the dictionary's. But maybe Ms. Curettage hasn't found her computer's dictionary—or else she's taken her curettage knife and hacked it.
The investment is focused on the wrong priority, putting one more hurdle in front of women who, for whatever reason, choose abortion, rather than preventing unintended pregnancies and providing more support for families.
And so, a woman's entirely voluntary choice to receive an ultrasound becomes, in Planned Parenthood's eyes, a "hurdle." As for the red herring about "support for families," Ms. Curettage is betting her readers won't know that privately funded crisis-pregnancy centers provide more support for young mothers than taxpayer-backed Planned Parenthood ever has.
I suppose it's just easier to single out the woman and focus on changing her mind—at any cost.
Ms. Curettage, you've got me there.


2:30 AM  |

Glove Means Never Having to Fray Your Sari

There is something deliciously ironic about a product normally used to thwart God's purpose for men and women instead being used to protect women's modesty.

The folks at the Indian branch of International Planned Parenthood Federation must be apoplectic. It's bad enough that they don't have Gandhi on their side.


2:07 AM  |

Monday, April 25, 2005

I've been reluctant to blogroll Dave Munger because he's a bit of a live wire, but after the way his blog made me laugh tonight, I owe it to him to highlight his recent thoughts on the origin of "dork" and the wrongness of shooting feral cats. On the latter, he writes:

For one thing, I don't trust any legislation that benefits songbirds. We'd have eradicated malaria by 1960 if it wasn't for YOU PEOPLE and your precious songbirds.

2:13 AM  |

Sunday, April 24, 2005

David Herrera, former guitarist of one of my favorite 1980s bands, the Cheepskates, is putting together a DVD of one of the group's performances at New York City's late, lamented Dive. In the meantime, fans of the Beau Brummels, the Left Banke, Big Star, and the dB's are strongly advised to visit the MP3 page of another Cheepskates member, Shane Faubert, which has free downloads of his wonderful song demos.


9:18 PM  |

'I Believe in Tolerance...Except for Jews'

An anonymous commenter on another blog writes of "dawn eden, aka dawn goldSTEIN...whose blog is filled with homophobic rants."

Let me get this straight:

If you write that you believe homosexuality is a sin, homosexuals should not marry or raise children, and children should not be encouraged to identify themselves as homosexual—and if you base your beliefs upon a deeply held Christian faith that teaches you to love even those with whom you disagree—you are a homophobic ranter.

If you write that a person whom you consider a homophobic ranter is particularly hateful because she has a Jewish last name, which you believe everyone should know about because it makes her that much more frightening and suspicious, you are tolerant.

I wonder what that commenter thinks of Harvey Fierstein—does he love him because he's gay, or hate him because he's Jewish? The guy must be utterly torn.


8:27 PM  |

Friday, April 22, 2005

My Top 10 Favorite Things About Passover at Dad's (Besides the Company)

10. The first cup of wine.

9. Realizing how far I've come since the days when I used to pipe up with Pharisaical dismay at time-conscious Dad's skipping 15 pages of rabbinical disputations in the Haggadah.

8. Making peace with the fact that I am no longer the youngest person at the table.

7. Already the second cup of wine? Cool.

6. My stepmother's fluffy matzo balls. (Note: My mom and stepdad also make excellent versions of every item named herein—at least, my stepdad does, and Mom makes a killer gefilte-fish sauce.)

5. Making and eating a charoset-and-horseradish sandwich with fresh horseradish. Better than wasabi!

4. [At top of lungs:] Day-day-enu... My blood sugar's getting way too high with this Manischewitz—make it Baron Herzog this time around...

3 ½. Suppressing the urge to shout, "Oh, yeah! Tell it, sister!" when my sister reads, "We were slaves in Egypt..."

3. Mealtime—and there's still a big pile of luscious charoset waiting to be scarfed.

2. Giggling over the cute drawings of the Four Sons in the Haggadah—especially the "one who does not wit to ask."

1 ½. If I had any analytical mental faculties left at this point, I'd be contemplating the messianic significance of the fourth cup...and why this last song is in Aramaic...[Belting:] Had Gadya-a-a-a, Had Gadya!

1. Contentedly passing the timeworn Maxwell House Haggadah back to my stepmom...and marveling that there was a time when a major food producer made an all-out effort to reach people of faith on their own terms.

Have a great weekend, and a Chag Sameach to my Jewish and Jewish Christian friends. See you Sunday night, following quality time with my beloved family and my beloved beloved. God is good...all the time!


1:45 AM  |

Why I will be watching my mailbox eagerly a week from now.


12:43 AM  |

A Series of Unfortunate Events

I was so with Robert A. George on this one...until his very last word.


12:07 AM  |

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Flower Power

Walking through the Ninth Street PATH station at 12:28 this morning, just as I was thinking about Mary, I noticed that immediately in my own path was an impossibly huge, velvety rose petal.

I picked it up, held it between my fingers, and felt loved.

Would anyone else like to share a story of being encouraged by finding or receiving a rose in connection with Mary or the saints?


4:00 AM  |

Twin Pique

"If you're 18 years old and having a date, it might be a youthful prank when you swap out your brother, but when you're running for mayor of a city with 1.3 million people and sending in your brother as an impersonator...I do see a problem with it." — Phil Hardberger on Julian Castro, his opponent in the San Antonio mayoral race. Castro sent his identical twin brother to appear on a parade float in his stead.


2:37 AM  |

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Help in the Blink of an Eye

Diane D'Apolito-May is a friend of my family who founded a charity, the Beyond the Rainbow Foundation, that has raised $250,000 for the sick and injured.

A mother of four, Diane started Beyond the Rainbow after suffering a brain-stem stroke one month after the birth of her youngest child. She is a quadriplegic and is fed through a tube. Unable to speak, she communicates through eye blinks. Yet, she has devoted her life to helping others—and considers her life to be, as she puts it, "pretty good."

Today's paper has a story about this remarkable and truly beautiful woman.


3:31 AM  |

A Catholic Seminarian on Pope Benedict XVI

Roman Catholic priest-in-training Dennis Schenkel offers an excellent commentary on the new pope from one of his fellow seminarians:

...In the sixties and seventies, seminaries were a mess in the U.S. Our professors (who were students back then) tell us stories where classes back then would sit around meditating on a mushroom, etc. Vatican II was very dangerous for America because it coincided with our drug and sexual revolution. Americans likely felt that the Catholic Church was affirming the American revolution in that the Church was finally endorsing a liberation from ancient customs (such as Latin) and the sexual revolution endorsed a liberation from sexual repression. But now, after about a decade of noticing the absolute moral shambles that the sixties and seventies have left our country in, people are starting to realize that what we in America thought was the answer to happiness really isn’t it. So Catholics, on the whole, are beginning to get more fundamental. The guidelines of the Church are more and more once again being looked at as Truth as opposed to suggestions. Cardinal Ratzinger, as head of the CDF, is largely responsible for this....

Cardinal Ratzinger is not a bully. He laid down the pursuit of his own ideas in order to help bring the Church back on track. The fact that he has been so well known and controversial, especially given his proclivity to be a more progressive theologian shows two things. A) He has done one heck of a job (the more the students hate the dean of students in high school, the better dean he is). It also shows us that B) Cardinal Ratzinger has no problem laying aside personal ambitions in order to serve the Church in whatever role the Holy Spirit asks him to fill.
Read the whole thing, and leave a comment on Dennis's blog.


2:25 AM 

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Congratulations, Christopher, you were with him all along!


12:43 PM 

Kevin Walsh is a friend of mine. He is also a genius.

He is the only writer I know who can post a series of photos of his apartment and make it seem like a fascinating historical excursion every bit as interesting as, say, paeans to cobblestone streets. Which is to say,
very interesting. And very strange.


3:09 AM  |

Michael Laprarie's blog, Mike's Noise, has a must-see series of posts today remembering the Oklahoma City bombing on its tenth anniversary. His photos of the aftermath are particularly affecting.


3:03 AM 

The Lust Battle

Oh, this is too precious.

Planned Parenthood's Web site currently features an article on its St. Louis chapter's "teen advocates"—fully indoctrinated children the organization exploits for its cynical campaign against "dangerous abstinence-only sex education." (Whoo, I'm scared.)

So what name does Margaret Sanger's bunch give this posse of prematurely porking pubescents? One that will be instantly recognizable to C.S. Lewis fans: Teen Advocates for Sexual Health, or T.A.S.H.

Aslan help us.


1:41 AM  |

Monday, April 18, 2005

Planned Parenthood's Meat Idea

Planned Parenthood and other pro-abortion groups have convinced the Illinois House to pass legislation criminalizing ultrasounds on pregnant women without a doctor's order—a move aimed directly at crisis-pregnancy centers that offer help to women wishing to keep their babies. The legislation is founded on the hypothesis that ultrasounds may in the future be shown to be harmful. A Planned Parenthood rep explained to the Chicago Tribune that Margaret Sanger's organization has always advocated "a high standard of prenatal care."

Such unusual concern from Planned Parenthood for that thing inside a pregnant woman forces the question: Is it a baby—or a fetus? A baby—or a fetus? Apparently, if you kill it, it's a fetus. If you give it "a high standard of prenatal care," it's a baby.

Planned Parenthood is to babies what Michael Moore's "Pets or Meat" lady is to bunnies.


1:23 AM  |

Sunday, April 17, 2005

The New York Times Hopes for Lesbian-Related Pope

On this Sunday, the ever-generous New York Times gives Lisa Fabrizio one less thing to confess. The journalist won't have any reason to regret writing, in the wake of the newspaper's ode to cafeteria Catholics, that the Gray Lady is on a crusade against Rome.

In fact, you could say the Times is working overtime to prove Fabrizio's accusation. It's hired a homosexual man to argue that the next pope should be, if not a friend of Dorothy, then at least a friend of a friend (and no, we're not talking about Dorothy Day):

If one were to give advice to these grand old men [of the College of Cardinals] -- and they are not, I notice, seeking advice -- it would be simple. Find a cardinal who was brought up with many, many sisters, who has a lesbian in the family, a cardinal whose life has been bound up and fully informed by women, who knows the problems and challenges they face in a church where they cannot minister. Even if the next pope and his cardinals were not to change the rule against female priests quickly, it might be important, as acts of witness and of love, to enter into real dialogue with women in the church, and to be seen to listen, to take heed, as St. Patrick did centuries ago, to the other's pain.
"Lesbian in the family"? Is this dude talking about St. Pat—or "It's Pat"?

St. Patrick took heed to the other's pain, all right—especially when the other was in danger of perdition. He is credited with writing these words in the prayer "St. Patrick's Breastplate":
Against the demon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temptation force,
The natural lusts that war within,
The hostile men that mar my course;
Or few or many, far or nigh,
In every place and in all hours
Against their fierce hostility,
I bind to me these holy powers.
But then, what did the great saint know of sensitivity? He didn't have a lesbian in the family.

Somehow, I don't think anyone's going to drive the snakes out of the New York Times anytime soon.


3:14 AM  |

Saturday, April 16, 2005

The Sad and the Beautiful

According to op-ed writer Karen Stabiner, there is a movement afoot to engage young girls in changing the ways that women and their bodies are depicted in the popular culture. "Turn Beauty Inside Out," sponsored by the feminist girls' magazine New Moon, is hosting a convention in Hollywood this weekend aimed at lobbying the entertainment industry to depict "[a] variety of images that more accurately reflect the real world, where most girls are neither too fat nor too thin, but somewhere in the general in-between, where no one is paying enough attention."

I used to welcome such efforts to use images of "real women" into film, TV, and advertising, because I hated being overweight (the photo at right shows me at age 19, about 35 lbs. heavier than today) and thought I would somehow like myself better if women like me were portrayed as attractive. Today, while I enjoy those rare occasions when women who aren't conventional beauties earn Hollywood glamour roles, I can't say I really care.

Sure, it'd be nice to have a body like Anita Ekberg's. (She didn't have bunions, for one thing.) But if all media were populated with Anita Ekberg clones, why should that possibly affect the way I feel about myself? If they were all jumping off a cliff, should I hate myself for not doing the same? That's the lesson the girls of today should be learning, one of the first that good fathers try to instill in them—the ol' Hypothetical Cliff Jump. But then, too many girls don't have good fathers...and I'm getting ahead of myself.

While the ideal of female beauty has changed over time, there has always been an ideal—from the fertility goddess Cybele to Venus on the half-shell. Attempting to replace it with "everyone is beautiful" (a slogan of "Turn Beauty Inside Out") simply muddies the ideal with relativism and does nothing to affect how girls feel about themselves.

What's really going on that causes girls to have eating disorders, to cut themselves, to hate the way they look? D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Instead of sending their daughters to Hollywood to schmooze up casting directors about hiring size-10 actresses, the parents of the "Turn Beauty Inside Out" attendees should put their own homes in order.

A good place to start would be hiding the remote. Television and film, as commercial media, portray women according to how the market wants to view them. If young girls are receiving unfulfilling images, they shouldn't watch those shows and films that make them unhappy. If that leaves them with nothing to watch, I don't bleed for them. There are books. Games. Friends.

You want to change the media, girls? Turn off your TV.


2:37 AM  |

Friday, April 15, 2005

Maryland's Sex-Ed Pickle

The new Montgomery County, Md., public-school sex-ed curriculum—a homosexuality-positive affair that features a video of a blonde teen chirping about anal sex as she strokes a condom down a cucumber—is disturbing parents, for some reason.

A cucumber-friendly article by the editor of one of the county's high-school papers offers a curious quote from Christine Grewell, an advocate for the new curriculum:

"I think it's good not to marginalize [gay] students," [Grewell] says, adding that the opposition's fear of "normalizing" homosexuality is unfounded. "We study World War II, but we don't normalize the Nazis."
Comparing homosexuals to Nazis—who took a decidedly dim view of homosexuality—is not the language of a liberal with a whole lot on the ball.

Then again, anyone who'd support the cucumber video would have to be out of their gourd.

Thanks to Steve Harvey for the link to the video.


2:27 AM  |

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Thrills and Chills

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,         
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

                — Robert Frost, Harper's magazine, December 1920
It is a noteworthy fact that not one of the women to whom I have spoken so far believes in abortion as a practice; but it is principle for which they are standing. They also believe that the complete abolition of the abortion law will shortly do away with abortions, as nothing else will.

                — Margaret Sanger, Birth Control Review, December 1920
Robert Frost was as right as Planned Parenthood founder Margaret Sanger was wrong. I have seen the end of the world and it does perish twice.

The first time, it ended in desire—with the sexual revolution that destroyed marriages, corrupted children, and caused generations of youths to founder in a world where their value was based upon their ability to score and please a sexual partner.

The second time, the world perishes in ice—the ice-cold, antiseptic, lab-coated absolute-zero nothingness of no-fuss, no-muss murder. And once again, Margaret Sanger's army leads the charge.

"Emergency contraception," the morning-after pill, is the latest weapon in Planned Parenthood's assault on life, a means of abortion that is almost completely bloodless—no more messy than a period. (Don't worry; Planned Parenthood has a "cure" for that too.)

At the same time, Planned Parenthood's slogan since Sanger's days, "Every child a wanted child," takes on an ever-more negative meaning in the age of prenatal testing for genetic defects. Nurse Dee Moser of Muncie, Ind., a Planned Parenthood volunteer since the LBJ administration, makes the plaintive cry in an op-ed, "Don’t most of us want the same things? We want the birth of every child to be an occasion for joy and celebration."

That's why Planned Parenthood and other abortion providers quietly destroy 80 percent of all children in utero who have Down syndrome. The children would not, in their parents' and Planned Parenthood's eyes, be "an occasion for joy and celebration." Therefore, they deserve to die.

Imagine if the Planned Parenthood motto, as interpreted by Moser, were applied to the rest of humanity: "The life of every person should be an occasion for joy and celebration. If it's not, kill it."

Who decides whether a life is "wanted"? Nearly every person, on some level, wants life for himself or herself. If he doesn't, he is deemed ill, and society reaches out to help him want to live, not help him die.

At least, that was what the world was like before the ice came.


2:30 AM  |

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Traveling Light

Walking to the PATH train after work last night, I was struck by the sight of the Empire State Building, which was flooded in a stunning shade of cobalt blue. The building's Web site states that the lights were commemorating Jazz at Lincoln Center.

Tomorrow, the Empire State Building's lights are slated to honor "Child Abuse Prevention," which presumably means the "April Is Child Abuse Prevention Month" campaign. The lights will be...cobalt blue.

In other words, two nights in a row, the building's lights will be the same color, but one night represents a cause that is completely different from the other. Call it Empire State transubstantiation.

Yes, I know there's no Real Presence of Jazz at Lincoln Center or child-abuse prevention amidst the building's lights. But there is a similarity to transubstantiation in that if one takes a spiritual view of things—which I can't help doing when I look at that hauntingly beautiful shade of blue—then a fundamental change takes place in the lights' nature. One night, they're shot through with cool, muted trombone sighs and a diva's smoke-tinged grace notes. The next night, they're infused with sensitive tones of compassion and concern for suffering youths.

Nothing about the lights' color changes over the two nights—and yet, everything changes, because its spiritual essence is transformed.

* * *

Speaking of Child Abuse Prevention Month, the organization behind the event, Prevent Child Abuse America, is offering a special Spider-Man comic book to promote its cause, with a storyline that sheds new light on Peter Parker's punishing past:
The Amazing Spider-Man and The Brace, the new villain in town, discover that they share a past as victims of the same school bullies. They come to understand that a witness who spoke out against Spider-Man's humiliation helped set the future Super Hero on a path of helping others, while The Brace, who had no ally, became a bully himself.
The organization's Web site also offers a PDF "bullying tip sheet"—that's as in preventing bullying, not a how-to—which, unfortunately, is loaded with questionable advice like, "Agree with the bully. Say, 'You're right.' Then walk away."

Back when I was Bully Target No. 1, I tried agreeing. It got me the standard bully reply: more abuse.

Better advice would be, "Have your mother call the bully's mother"—the only thing that worked for me.

Go ahead, say it; I don't care. So what if she did wear combat boots?

For another view on the Empire State Building's lighting and its meaning, read my friend Caren Lissner's classic New York Times op-ed "The Skyline as Headline."


3:07 AM  |

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Babies' First Condom

Two stories in college papers today highlight the ludicrous trend of prurient adults' foisting condoms upon stoopid college students.

All right, the kids aren't really dumb. But they sure as heck aren't mature enough to be sexually active—not that it matters to the administrators who seem to get their proverbial jollies from simultaneously infantilizing and sexualizing their hapless charges.

The East Tennessean reports that at East Tennessee State University's Well-a-palooza, students were offered a Velcro wall (left), upside-down spins on a gyroscope, door prizes from the disc jockey, HIV tests, alcohol screenings, blood pressure checks, outdoor games, makeup, and condoms. I'm sorry, but if kids are young enough to be lured by a Velcro wall, free condoms are not going to make them suddenly realize that they have to seriously consider the emotional consequences of sex before engaging in intercourse. Likewise, if they're already having sex, free condoms are not going to make them any more responsible with one another. They'll just give the big babies license to spread human papillomavirus while imprinting lifelong memories of ill-advised premature sex.

Meanwhile, the Five Cent Cigar reports that University of Rhode Island students were hypnotized as part of a "dating game":

The game was based on ordinary dating game shows, with a bachelor or bachelorette behind a divider and three contestants on the opposite side. The twist, however, was that the contestants were hypnotized while being asked questions, making their answers difficult to control....

Sophomore Ben De Palo, a Sigma Phi Epsilon brother, was the bachelor.

[The hypnotist] played soothing background music while asking the contestants to perform basic hand movements in order to train them to listen to his voice. Once hypnotized, the contestants were given cups of water and [the hypnotist] told them it was strong alcohol.

"It tastes like red wine," contestant Miriam Garber said....

After the final question, De Palo chose [Bekki] Davis as his bachelorette.

Afterwards Davis said, "It's like the filter's gone."

Davis said she knew what she was saying but had no control over it....

[Attendees were given] goodie bags, which contained condoms [and] key chains...
So this is how colleges are teaching teens to make responsible sexual choices: by hypnotizing them, making them believe they're drunk, and giving them condoms!


2:48 AM  |

Monday, April 11, 2005

Good morning! Today's post is below, along with many from the weekend. With my new job, this must needs be a nighttime blog—posting will resume in the wee small hours.


11:42 AM 

Saints Alive

On the day that the troubles broke at my last job, I called a Catholic friend on my way home and asked him if he could recommend a saint.

I was firmly opposed to the idea of addressing prayers to saints, as I believed the dead had better things to do than pray for the living, and I particularly resented the standard, seemingly preprogrammed line that my Catholic friends gave me about it: "Think of it as though you were asking a friend to pray for you."

Big difference, I thought. My friends are alive.

But there are no atheists in foxholes. I had a strong feeling that I needed all the friends I could get, and the lack of a mortal coil didn't seem strong enough grounds for exclusion.

My friend recommended one of the patron saints of journalists, who shall remain nameless because I looked him up in the Patron Saints Index when I got home and, well, I'm sure he was saintly and all, but he seemed dull. There was nothing about him that made me feel any connection with him. But I did notice something interesting about the Patron Saints Index; its patron-saint categories were hyperlinked. I clicked on "journalism" out of curiosity.

That's how I found Maximilian Kolbe.

Several things about Kolbe's life touched me deeply, especially his early acceptance of the crown of martyrdom; his spreading the faith by founding and publishing newspapers and magazines; and his writing articles against abortion. It fascinated me that he was both a patron saint of journalists and of the pro-life movement. Most of all, I was struck by the sacrifice of his death at Auschwitz. The Nazis killed him after he offered to die in the place of a prisoner who had a wife and family. The prisoner whose life Kolbe saved was present when John Paul II canonized him.

I didn't know the first thing about praying through saints, so I just started talking to Kolbe as though he were a living person whom I was asking to pray for me. It came very naturally. Although a storm was gathering around me at my job, as I prayed I immediately began to feel a sense of peace.

My main objection to praying through saints had been that such prayer would inevitably direct one away from God. While I can't speak for others, I discovered that for myself, the case turned out to be the opposite. Through becoming emotionally intimate with a saint—or, as a skeptic would say, with my image of who a saint was—I gained a better understanding and appreciation of how God moves in our lives.

Show me a person with lukewarm faith and I'll show you someone who does not believe in a personal God. As it says in Hebrews, "Those who come to God must believe that He is and that He is the rewarder of all those who diligently seek Him." Yet it is God's very ominipotence—His hugeness—that often makes it difficult for us to understand how He can care about us individually. Imagining God's love personified in Jesus helps, but Jesus, despite His humanity, still seems much larger than life.

Kolbe became, for me, what I believe the saints are for other believers as well—God with skin on. Because I believed that the saint understood completely what I was going through—including persecution, fear, self-doubt, and guilt—I believed that God understood them too. Yet I felt more comfort when addressing certain prayers through Kolbe than when addressing them directly to God—though I continued to pray to God as well—because he put a face on the compassion and empathy that God had for me.

I continued to address petitions to Kolbe—mostly regarding my career—after I lost my job, and as I was looking for a new one. I asked him to pray for specific help for me, and I asked him to ask God to let me feel the Lord's peace and guidance. All of my prayers were answered during this time, and I felt myself submitting to God's will with more peace than I had in the past. Although I did experience dark hours, knowing what Kolbe had gone through for his faith was a great encouragement to me. The worst of my sadness lasted for a week, and then I turned the corner, finding many reasons to be hopeful.

Meanwhile, at the time when I was petitioning Kolbe, my friend Dimitri Cavalli was busy making successive novenas on my behalf to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Kolbe, St. Jude, St. Joseph (stepfather of Christ), and Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal (Mary). In addition, reader Maureen, touched by my writings about living chastely in hope of marriage, was petitioning St. Anthony to find me a husband.

To be honest, I still have trouble imagining how saints figure into God's means of answering prayer, if at all. Then again, if I think about it, I have trouble figuring out how prayer itself figures into God's means of operating the universe. But I've been showered with blessings these past few weeks, and the comfort I've felt in praying through Kolbe makes me wish to give the saints their due.

Today I start my new job, far better than the one I lost. I also have a pending book deal. Neither would have come about had I stayed at my last job. I'm also deeply in love with a man who shares my love of the Lord—a longtime pen pal whom I phoned for the first time after I lost my job and needed to hear a friendly voice. God has turned the worst thing that had ever happened in my life into the best, and I am deeply thankful to Him, as well as to family, friends, and readers who have offered all manner of support and prayers.

One can never plan on so many things going right all at once. I'm sure there will be times ahead when I will be disappointed that my prayers are not being answered as I'd like. Yet I believe that whatever happens in the future, my spirit will be better able to handle it, because I now believe that my communion with the saints extends to both those in this world and those in the next.

ADDENDUM: Roman Catholic seminarian Jeff Geerling sent me the following thoughts after I wrote to him in January asking about the theological basis for praying through saints:

In order to understand how we are able to implore the help of Mary and the Saints, we must try to throw out our misconceptions of communication with other people on a "spiritual" or "more-than-physical" level. It is obvious that there is some higher feeling in communication when a person is near another person and talking to him or her with body language, facial expressions and voice instead of, say, speaking via a phone call or an e-mail. But there's also something to be said for speaking to another person by means of simple presence and emotion. On a spiritual level, we can, in a way, "speak" to each other—not on some magical hocus-pocus way, but in a way that is done through God's grace and love.

We must then believe that our brothers and sisters in Christ who are now in Heaven (including Mary) are even more caring for their neighbors both in Heaven and earth, and love to help us by not only comforting us in what way they can, but also imploring God on our behalf for good to happen in our lives (whether or not we realize it). The communication of love cannot be described by words, nor can it be easily demonstrated—nevertheless, it is a great means of Jesus communicating to us, and it is the method of true loving communication.

Jesus has told us that we must care for our neighbor as ourselves and love others as Christ loved us if we are to attain perfect union with God in Heaven. Are we to stop loving our neighbors (especially the lowliest ones, those on earth) once we attain Heaven (God-willing...)? No; we will help and love our neighbors even more once we are made perfect in God's glory! We will love our neighbors everywhere (the Communion of Saints) when we are united to Jesus Christ in Heaven. It is true that we will stand in awe before God, and praise and worship Him. BUT, why would Jesus instruct us to prepare for the Kingdom of God by helping others if we would simply stop helping the lowly (those still on earth) once we finally love him perfectly?

It is my opinion (and that of the Catholic Church's) that it is a very beneficial action to ask for the Saints' help in various matters—in fact, there are patron saints for many occupations and activities (i.e. "St. Joseph the Worker") to aid us in times of difficulty. We are in no way detracting from God's glory when we ask saints or Mary for help—for they are part of God's creation, as are our brothers and sisters on earth, and asking them to help us or pray for us is much the same as asking our earthly brothers and sisters...at least on a spiritual level.
                            — Jeff Geerling


1:23 AM  |

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Paul Simon's Greatest Hits Meets the Best of Bread

Roman Catholic seminarian Dennis Schenkel offers "Fifty Ways to Take Communion."


10:45 PM  |

ME Swear ME Had Nothing to Do With It

AP: "Woman Says ME Took Her Brother's Brain"

[Yes, it's a light blogging day; more posts later tonight...]

2:12 PM  |

Is the Secret Service Really Operating Out of a Duck's Nest...

...or is it just a base canard?

Please don't hit me...


3:01 AM  |

Saturday, April 9, 2005

'Terri's Friends' Save Woman From Starvation

BlogsForTerri reports that Mae Magouirk, the Alabama woman who was being starved after her granddaughter was illegally made her guardian, has been rescued. Magouirk's nephew, Ken Mullinax, writes to the blog in an e-mail:

THANKS TO THE SUPPORT OF ALL OF THE FRIENDS OF TERRI, MY AUNT MAE MAGOUIRK HAS BEEN AIR LIFTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ALABAMA-BIRMINGHAM MEDICAL CENTER ... and receiving IV fluids, nourishment and some of the finest medical care available in the United States! Praise be the name of the Lord GOD... Thanks to Terri's friends... It would NEVER ever have been possible without bloggers who love life , and the truth!! I am racing from my home to UAB now and will type a detailed update after I see my Aunt Mae! Thanks guys, your calls, emails, blogs and prayers did it ALL!!! I so love you guys!!!!!!!!!!
The reason why Magouirk's plight should concern all Americans, and not just those who deplored Terri's starvation, is that the judge's decision allowing Magouirk's granddaughter to starve her went against the woman's living will.

Mullinax and other close relatives of Magouirk still have to fight the efforts of the granddaughter—the sole beneficiary of the woman's estate—to regain guardianship. If you would like to offer Mullinax support, his e-mail is mockingbird (at) compuhelp.net.


6:47 PM  |

Cell's Angels


Kevin Walsh of Forgotten NY sends this photo he took in the East Village, which he found "oddly affecting." I do too.


3:08 PM  |

Today a former co-worker reminded me of the in-house nickname for my former employer: the Evil Empire.


12:33 PM  |

The New Communist Royalty

Workers of the world unite—you have nothing to lose but $1,283.


3:17 AM  |

And now, a public service announcement: Llamas may be hazardous to your heart rate. (Thanks, Kevin.)


2:13 AM  |

Friday, April 8, 2005

Got an opinion on the Roman Catholic Church's positions on married clergy, female clergy, abortion, contraception, or homosexuality? Funky Dung wants to hear from you—even if you're not Catholic.


10:16 PM 

Planned Parenthood's Jailhouse Crock

The Arizona Republic's profile of longtime Planned Parenthood volunteer Terry Hanson shows how Margaret Sanger's eugenics agenda is still at the center of the organization's goals:

Hanson was the catalyst for starting a family planning clinic in Yuma that spawned other clinics across the Mexican border.

"Instead of being the great White emancipator, we helped the communities establish their own clinics," Hanson said.
Translation: We targeted Latinos in Arizona for race destruction, and then we showed them how to do it to themselves in Mexico—all the while pretending we were doing them a favor.
The group worked with promotores, strong women in the barrios, who watched out for other women..."We taught them about women's health, and people would see them for prophylactics and information," Hanson said.
Translation: We subverted their existing social structure, where women in authority oppose contraception, and replaced it with a new structure with diametrically opposite values.
Later the program was taken to Mexican prisons, where prisoners learned about birth control before having conjugal visits.
Translation: Planned Parenthood did its part to prevent the birth of future Latino criminals. Clearly, Margaret Sanger's bunch considers such measures far more important than helping Latino mothers with incarcerated husbands raise and educate the children they have. And people accuse conservatives of not caring about babies once they're born? Planned Parenthood doesn't care about them within or without the womb.


9:02 PM  |

Holy Without Fear

Alarming News's pseudonymous token-liberal guest blogger Dawn Summers takes a break from agitating the blog's conservative readers to share her memories of witnessing Pope John Paul II speak at a Sunday Mass for youth in Poland:

His speech was short and he quoted biblical passages, but the thing I clearly remember him saying was that we as young people couldn't be afraid to be holy.

Hmm, not afraid to be holy? Didn't he know that God was so not cool? That my best friend, an atheist, always said that I was probably the smartest person he knew "except for that whole church thing?"

But for one moment surrounded by a million other Catholic kids, crying and praying, and I'm fairly sure that one girl just shouted "I love you John Paul," I could imagine not being afraid to be holy.
Read the whole thing.


1:03 PM  |

The Credibility blogger's intriguing papal anecdote strains credulity. Anyone out there know if it might be true?


2:09 AM  |

Luminous Mystery


OK, Dawn Patrol readers, if anyone can solve this mystery, you can. John Glassburner is trying to discover who was the mysterious "Harvey," an artist who did strikingly surreal covers for gospel and jazz albums in the 1960s. If you have any information, contact Glassburner at HarveyAlbums.com, a site he's created that features dozens of Harvey's album covers, including the one above.

For more retro-cool album covers, see JimFlora.com.


12:01 AM  |

Thursday, April 7, 2005

Big congrats to my friend Kevin Walsh, creator of Forgotten NY, who has finally gone public with the details of his upcoming Forgotten NY book, to be published by HarperCollins. Forgotten NY is a treasure, a must-read for anyone interested in the history, architecture, and oddities of the greatest city of the world.


9:25 PM 

Pope Springs Eternal

Protestant Christian bloggers Kevin McCullough and Pastor Ray Pritchard note that Protestants, particularly Evangelicals, are debating whether or not Pope John Paul II went to heaven.

What I find far more interesting than any such speculations is the fact that every Catholic blogger I've read on the topic of the pope's death has asked readers to pray for John Paul's soul. The Catholics' prayer requests not only displays their belief in prayers for the dead, but also their belief that, regardless of whether they personally believe a person is heavenbound, the decision rests with God.

I have noticed that this Catholic reluctance to judge whether or not a person is bound for heaven also affects their reaction upon the deaths of people who have committed great evils; they are far less likely than Protestants to assume that such people go straight to hell.

There is great humility in acknowledging that such judgment is reserved for God alone. I'm reminded of that in Catholics' reactions to the pope's death, and I would like to learn from it.


6:07 PM  |

Fr. Rob Johansen has the disturbing story of a Georgia woman who, although not terminally ill, is being starved to death by a judge's order, even though she has a living will that says she would not want to be killed unless she is comatose or vegetative (she is neither). The starvation was requested not by the woman's closest relative, but by a granddaughter—who happens to be the sole beneficiary of the woman's estate.


3:09 PM 

Wednesday, April 6, 2005

BlogsForTerri has a news clip of the memorial Mass for Terri Schiavo that shows her brother Bobby displaying the Purple Heart his family received for her. It's apparently the medal that was sent to them by Vietnam hero James "Bo" Gritz, who had sent it to Terri's parents with a note stating, "I wanted you to have this for Terri. She's the one with the courage."

Will have more blog entries late tonight—the semi-vacation is over...


7:49 PM 

A Rogue By Any Other Name

Here's a performer with an image problem:

Rapper C-Murder, in jail after a murder conviction in the 2002 killing of a teenager, has changed his stage name because he thinks he's been misunderstood. "I am not a murderer," the rapper, whose real name is Corey Miller, said in a statement released Tuesday.

He will now go by C Miller, said his publicist, Giovanni Melchiorre of New York-based Koch Records. Miller's statement said people had misinterpreted the C-Murder name, which he intended as a reflection of his upbringing in one of New Orleans' most violent housing projects.
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"From the beginning, I have been a target because of who I am, my stage name and for my success as an entertainer and the success of my siblings," said Miller, whose brothers Percy and Vyshonn are also rappers. "People hear the name C-Murder and they don't realize that the name simply means that I have seen many murders in my native Calliope projects neighborhood."
I wish Samuel Johnson were around to comment on that one.


1:37 AM  |

Tuesday, April 5, 2005

Vox Papa

An Associated Press poll says "most Americans—Catholics and non-Catholics alike—want the next pope to allow priests to marry and women to join the priesthood."

As if they really have a say. This is just one example of how the media doesn't get Catholicism.

Now, I don't know what kind of politics go into selecting a pope. But I do know enough about the Catholic faith to know that those cardinals in Rome aren't sitting in a room with freakin' Gallup polls spread out, going, "Well, 71 percent of non-Latino white North American non-Catholics want priests to marry, while 83 percent of northern African non-traditionalist Catholics are solidly against it, but male breadwinners of French interfaith families who attend Mass once every two months are a toss-up..."


1:36 AM  |

Monday, April 4, 2005

eHominaHominaHomina

EHarmony has questions. Donna's got answers. (Via Dustbury.)

Further reading: Me on why there aren't too many fish in the sea—thank God.


1:15 AM  |

Lance Salyers notes the chilling conclusion of a Dutch wrongful-life suit, where a disabled girl's parents won damages against the midwife who failed to order prenatal tests that would have prompted them to abort the child. The court ruled, "Kelly [the girl] was entitled to compensation for emotional damage because of the fact she was born. This was a predictable consequence of the midwife's mistake by which Kelly's interests as an unborn child were contravened."


12:43 AM  |

Sunday, April 3, 2005

We Are All Terri Schiavo

My mother, Rachel, and stepfather, Ron (whose biographies are linked at left), are helping provide material for The Dawn Patrol while I take my friend Joel around New York City through Wednesday. Here is Ron's latest contribution, written just before the pope's death yesterday:

It is our personal feeling about our own death, and not politics, that determines how we respond to the passing of a frail defenseless woman in Florida this week. For some, the world is the light at our back; we want to be left alone to pass silently into The Abyss. Life is not something precious to hold on to, but rather a millstone around our neck. Our death this week is a relief, because we can slip away into the darkness.

Some of us want to avoid any knowledge of death and suffering. Our nightly newscasts speak of our death in terms that do not recognize the torturous and lengthy transition between life and death. We are just resting peacefully and comfortably. The strange emotions we are made to feel are caused by the insistence of those “Conservative Red-Staters”, who do not share our politics, to make this a headline news story.

Many of us suffered an agonizing death this week. We were starved to death, writhing with seizures from lack of food and water, gasping for breath as our tongue swelled, betrayed by the institutions that we trusted would protect us.

Some of us are comforted by our knowledge that, while we shared with Terri in Jesus’ suffering, we now share with her in His resurrection. We believe that we are born again to eternal life in our Lord and Savior. Our voice has returned, to sing praises to Him. We can dance and run and rejoice, without ever knowing pain again. Our world is gloriously filled with The Light of the World.

Our death this week has no respect for our station in life. Whether Pope or pauper, each of us died with Terri. My hope and prayer is that we each accept Jesus into our heart, for in so doing we will receive His gift of eternal life. God did not forsake us this week. He did not cause Terri to suffer. Sin did that. God allowed Terri’s passing so that we would see our own death, and in so doing repent of our sins, and ask Him into our heart, to willingly allow Him to transform us into the one he created us to be.


12:00 PM  |

The Passing of Greatness

My friend Dimitri Cavalli writes:

I choked back tears during 5:30 Mass earlier when we prayed, "Eternal rest, grant onto him, Oh Lord..."

Here's something I learned last week. When John Paul II was elected in 1978, there were 563 million Catholics in the world out of a total population of about four billion. As of 2004, there were 1.1 billion Catholics out of six billion overall. Under the pope's leadership, the size of the Church has nearly doubled.

Growth has been strong everywhere--even in Europe (where there are 100 million more Catholics today than in 1978) and the United States, where the number of Catholics surpassed the number of mainline Protestants not too long ago.

How did he do it? He followed Christ's dictum, "Go teach all nations." He had a simple, uncompromising message, and millions of people, young and old, responded to it, leaving the elites puzzled.


3:05 AM  |

Saturday, April 2, 2005

In Memoriam

My mother and stepfather write: "We hope you put up Deuteronomy 30:15-16, because Pope John Paul really lived by those verses. Through you, we learned about his coining the phrases 'Culture of Life' and 'Culture of Death,' He breathed new life into God's Bottom Line, outlined in the Scriptures through Moses.

See, I have set before thee this day life and good, death and evil; in that I command thee this day to love the Lord thy God, to walk in His ways, and to keep His commandments and His statutes and His judgments, that thou mayest live and multiply: and the Lord thy God shall bless thee in the land whither thou goest to possess it.


7:57 PM 

Friday, April 1, 2005

No Fooling: Wonderful News!

I have two pieces of incredibly, unbelievably wonderful news to share. This is not an April Fool.

The first is that today I received official notice that I will begin a new, permanent full-time job on April 11. It promises to be the best job I have ever had in my life.

I am sorry that I cannot give full details of the position here, because after my experience at my last job, I recognize the necessity of keeping my blog and job completely separate, both for my own sake and out of courtesy to my employer. However, I can tell you that it is a higher-level position than my last job, with greater opportunity for advancement (that is to say, there is opportunity for advancement); it pays better; the benefits are better; I like the organization and the people I've met there; and—most importantly—I'll be doing the kind of work that I've been longing to do.

In other words, this is a complete answer to prayer—a greater answer than I had hoped for.

The other news is that today I accepted an offer to write a book for one of the largest Christian publishers.

Details of my book will be available here, but I'm waiting until the ink is dry on the contract and until my publisher lets me know it's OK to get the word out. For now, I can tell you that it'll be based on themes I've developed on this blog (not relating to Planned Parenthood—perhaps that'll be another book).

Again, my prayers have been answered, and, again, it's happened in a way greater than I could have imagined.

Both my new employer and my publisher approached me after George Gurley's feature on me appeared in the New York Observer. In other words, none of these blessings would have happened had I not lost my job.

As my dad said upon my calling him with both pieces of news, quoting the last line of the film "Sergeant York," "The Lord sure does move in mysterious ways."

* * *

Thanks so much to everyone who wrote me e-mails of support and who prayed for me. I can't tell you how much your encouraging words helped me during that time. Your prayers supported me greatly; I really felt them. Thanks most of all to my wonderful family, who have sustained me with their love, understanding, and support.

Thanks as well to everyone who donated during the time when I had the tip jar up. The donations were an enormous help. In addition to helping pay my bills, they paid for three sessions with a topflight career counselor, Ken Lawson, who helped me prepare for the interview that led to my job. So those of you who donated have helped me attain my new position, and I am very grateful.

And a big thank-you to Kathryn Jean Lopez of National Review Online, who offered me temporary editing work while I was waiting to hear from my new employer. (Now it can be told: NRO was the mystery firm who kept me busy working at home these past four weeks.) It was the fulfillment of a longtime dream for me to do editing for NRO. I also got to write some fun headlines, like "Odd Felos," "Cuss and Effect," "Girls Just Wanna Have Pundits," and the one for "The Ring Two": "One 'Ring' Leads to Another."
* * *

Note to my friends to whom I owe e-mails: I sincerely apologize for the silence. Once I again have the daily structure that comes with a regular job, one of my personal priorities is to catch up with correspondence. In the meantime, the best way to reach me is not to drop a line, but to do the Chris Montez thing: "Call me!"
* * *

I have often found that important events in my life tend to take place on ar around important dates in the Jewish calendar, particularly Passover and Shevuot (Pentecost). The week of April 11 is that of Shabbat Hachodesh, or the Sabbath of the Mitzvah (commandment) of the New Month. The Torah portion for the Saturday service that precedes April 11 begins with Exodus 12:1: "The Lord said to Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt: This month shall mark for you the beginning of the months; it shall be the first of the months of the year for you..."

In searching the Web for information on the spiritual meaning of Shabbat Hachodesh, I found a beautiful and fascinating sermon by Rabbi Yosil Rosenzweig, which says in part:
Shabbat Hachodesh was instituted by our sages to remind Jews throughout the ages that the first Mitzvah given to the Jewish people was the Mitzvah: "Hachodesh Hazeh Lachem Rosh Chodashim (this month shall be for you the first of the months)." Shemot 12:2 The new month could only be declared by a Beit Din (rabbinical court) after hearing the testimony of two witnesses.

By virtue of this commandment and this process, Hashem gave Jews mastery over time; the calendar and all of its cycles could only exist when the Sages of Israel "declared" the new moon. Not only does this signify "time control," but it also signifies the potential for renewal. Just as the moon waxes and wanes, so too does Israel go through stages of light and darkness with the constant knowledge that there IS light at the end of the tunnel....

So often, the pursuit of "making a living" becomes the purpose of our lives. We forget that making a living is the MEANS to the end. Shabbat Hachodesh reminds us that the mastery over time that Hashem [Hebrew for "the Name," said so as not to violate the Third Commandment] has given us can be accentuated by bringing into our lives the sanctity and intent of all time related events. We must experience Pesach [Passover], the holiday of redemption in such a way that we, too, are redeemed. The [Passover prayer book] Haggadah says; "B'chol Dor Vador, Chayiv Adam Liroht Et Atzmo K'eelu Hu Yatzah Mimitzrayim (in every generation it is one's duty to regard himself as though he PERSONALLY had gone out from Egypt)." The same is true of the holiday of Shavu'ot, when WE too must receive the Torah, and also the holiday of Sukkot, when WE must experience and acknowledge Hashem's many blessings....

                     Rabbi Yosil Rosenzweig

[Read the whole sermon.]

8:55 PM  |

Charles G. Hill of Dustbury offers a poignant and angry poem about Terri Schiavo's murder, penned by my friend Brute Force, a legendary Sixties singer and songwriter who recorded for the Beatles' Apple label. It begins:"now that she's gone/take my heart why don't you?..."


8:18 PM 

Crime and 'Reason'

"We talked a lot about Terri Schiavo on my radio show Wednesday, and I concluded by remarking how ridiculous and revolting it was that we even needed to bring this up. And yet, here we are. A woman is dead, and the reasonable people are OK with it. It's just us fanatics that need our heads examined."

— Former Montgomery County, N.Y., Judge Robert N. Going


5:32 PM  |

WINS Radio reports that Pope John Paul II's condition has worsened; he has lost consciousness, his breathing has become rapid, and his kidneys are beginning to fail.


12:35 PM 

Fool Disclosure

“As you may know, Terri Schiavo has been in a persistent vegetative state since 1990 with zero chance of recovery. When Republicans intervened into a private family dispute to get the Schiavo case heard in a federal court, do you think they did so because they fervently believe in a religious-right ideology that favors prolonging life, no matter what the cost or consequences? Or are they simply seeking to please their own extremely religious right-wing base?”

— CBS News/New York Times poll question, April 1, from the April Fool's edition of the Media Research Center's "Notable Quotables."

Readers are invited to post further April 1 Notable Quotables below—read the MRC's page first to see how it's done.


10:31 AM  |

The Associated Press reports that the Vatican said today that Pope John Paul II is in "very grave condition," but is not in a coma, as had been previously reported: "[I]t said he was lucid and spent the morning celebrating Mass and receiving top aides, asking one to read him the biblical account of Christ's crucifixion and burial."


10:16 AM 

Massachusetts Legislature OKs Human Cloning

Kathryn J. Lopez notes dryly on The Corner that they did it "for the children."

One of the Massachusetts politicians supporting the cloning measure claimed that the cloned human embryos that would be created under it, would not, in fact, be human, because they would not be fertilized. Well, they wouldn't have to be; they'd already be infused with a full complement of chromosomes, as Wesley J. Smith has explained:

The primary cloning technique is called "somatic cell nuclear transfer" (SCNT). This is the technology used to create Dolly the sheep.

SCNT is easy to describe, albeit hard to accomplish. In the case of asexually creating a human, the biotechnologist removes the nucleus from a mature human egg (an oocyte). The nucleus of a body cell from the DNA donor is removed, and put into the place formerly occupied by the egg's nucleus. The genetically modified egg now has 46 chromosomes, the full human compliment. Meanwhile, the ability of the mature egg to transform and begin embryonic development remains fully potent.

A little shot of electricity comes next, and if all goes well, a new human cloned embryo comes into being and begins to develop in the same way as a sexually created embryo. At that point — and this is important to understand — there is no more cloning to be done since a new human organism now exists.

The only question remaining is what to do with it. If the cloned human organism is to be experimented upon and destroyed, the process is often called "therapeutic cloning." If it is to be brought to birth, the process is usually called "reproductive cloning." But it is important to understand these are not different types of cloning. They are different uses for the cloned human lives created via cloning. [Source]


8:28 AM  |



 
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