PLEASE SEE GOD'S TERMS AND DISCLAIMERS
or, bd brings it again.
Fast becoming one of TWM's most faithful readers,
and also one of its most prolific guest bloggers, happily repatriated
Pittsburgher BD returns with yet another email I can't resist praising and
posting. Taking time out from taking care of her husband and taking on big,
dumb insurance carriers, she writes this time on the subject of pro-life
hypocrisies, praising this a passage from last Tuesday's Idiot Letter of the
Week dissection -- That sort of stuff sounds good on the stump, and I'm sure
it plays well in the vestibules of Ross Township churches where everyone wants
to protect the unborn fetus but precious few want to nurture the unwanted child.
-- and recounting some of her own experiences with those same sorts of
Bible-thumpers and stumpers:
I recently returned to the Burgh from a 30-year exile in the buckle of the Bible Belt, where I believe there actually exists an open season (rifle, crossbow, and baseball bat) on family planning physicians. One summer afternoon, I, like dozens of other hapless commuters, became stranded on SR 436 (think McKnightmare Rd. with 3x the traffic) by a mass abortion protest that had burst the confines of the Orlando Baptist Church (which has proudly adapted big box principles to matters of faith) and completely blocked all six lanes of the highway.
Horns blared to no avail, and the poor guy ahead of me who yelled for the protesters to move had his vehicle smacked on the hood by a sign-wielding old lady. There was nary a policeman in sight -- Orlando's finest are, after all, upstanding adherents to those old time principles themselves -- and I was tempted to thwack a few faithful out of the way with my bumper, but I was taught that "thou shalt not kill," excepting, of course, the aforementioned family planning physicians (please see God's terms and disclaimers.)
I had often wondered how many of those very vocal and, of course, eminently well-meaning, pillars of the community had ever volunteered to mentor an at-risk teen, foster a child, or help out at BETA House (a wonderful local non-profit that provides "birth, education, training, and acceptance" to expectant teens). If every one of those pious souls had actually spent their traffic tie-up time engaging in constructive activity -- you know, actively becoming part of the solution instead of complicating Orlando's already dismal roadway congestion -- then surely something of true human import could be accomplished.
Something other than berating despondent women and terrified teenage girls on the steps of family planning clinics. And screaming at unfortunate motorists on their lunch hour.
I would be tempted to suggest that BD start a blog of her own, but I'm having too much fun seeing and posting her work here first. And all the more so when she shares my cynical, if almost certainly accurate, belief that pro-life too-often means pro-fetus and anti-unwanted-baby.
I recently returned to the Burgh from a 30-year exile in the buckle of the Bible Belt, where I believe there actually exists an open season (rifle, crossbow, and baseball bat) on family planning physicians. One summer afternoon, I, like dozens of other hapless commuters, became stranded on SR 436 (think McKnightmare Rd. with 3x the traffic) by a mass abortion protest that had burst the confines of the Orlando Baptist Church (which has proudly adapted big box principles to matters of faith) and completely blocked all six lanes of the highway.
Horns blared to no avail, and the poor guy ahead of me who yelled for the protesters to move had his vehicle smacked on the hood by a sign-wielding old lady. There was nary a policeman in sight -- Orlando's finest are, after all, upstanding adherents to those old time principles themselves -- and I was tempted to thwack a few faithful out of the way with my bumper, but I was taught that "thou shalt not kill," excepting, of course, the aforementioned family planning physicians (please see God's terms and disclaimers.)
I had often wondered how many of those very vocal and, of course, eminently well-meaning, pillars of the community had ever volunteered to mentor an at-risk teen, foster a child, or help out at BETA House (a wonderful local non-profit that provides "birth, education, training, and acceptance" to expectant teens). If every one of those pious souls had actually spent their traffic tie-up time engaging in constructive activity -- you know, actively becoming part of the solution instead of complicating Orlando's already dismal roadway congestion -- then surely something of true human import could be accomplished.
Something other than berating despondent women and terrified teenage girls on the steps of family planning clinics. And screaming at unfortunate motorists on their lunch hour.
I would be tempted to suggest that BD start a blog of her own, but I'm having too much fun seeing and posting her work here first. And all the more so when she shares my cynical, if almost certainly accurate, belief that pro-life too-often means pro-fetus and anti-unwanted-baby.
Posted: Mon - February 25, 2008 at 04:09 PM
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