The Blessing of an Aborted Child
It requires a certain quality of moral opacity for our Dear Mr. Obama, who stands in the breach as tribune for all things weak and powerless, to pronounce God's Blessing on a room filled to the brim with those mighty champions of nascent selective infanticide. If I had not read the speech myself, I probably would never have believed that a President of the United States of America could, in the span of a few days, surround himself -- nay, metaphorically smear himself with the blood of dead elementary school children in the service of disemboweling American Constitutional liberties, and then proceed to speak glowingly of clinical murder as "health care" to a crowd at Planned Parenthood.
In the midst of the Kermit Gosnell trial, which reads as ugly and obscene as any teen blood-soaked horror flick, our Nobel Prize-winning Man of the Millennium has decided that the cessation of public funding for clinical butchery is not to be countenanced and has assured the assembled throngs at Murder Incorporated that the House that Eugenicist Margaret Sanger built "is not going anywhere." To me, it would seem to be beyond the pale of credulity that his parting words of "God Bless You" were not offered as a touch of irony or sarcasm. But heaven forbid! His blessing was meant as a genuine heartfelt appreciation for men and women who most assuredly cast their votes for him and who undoubtedly mirrored his Progressive view that the life or death of human chattel should ultimately be dependent upon the mood or inclination of the slavemaster. Indeed, Obama himself has never criticized late term or partial-birth murder: even if abortion is responsible for the loss of over 1500 black children per day who might in fact have grown up and voted for Progressive causes and candidates. In politics, this is called a calculated trade-off.
The one missing premise in this entire sick story is whether or not God does in fact bless those who engage in sucking his innocent children out into a metal sink or who clinically cut and snip their spinal cords and toss them into a sack labeled "medical waste" while they are still quivering. I am reminded of the scriptures:
For you have formed my inward parts: you have covered me in my mother's womb.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
But whoever causes harm to one of these little ones, it would be better if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were drowned in the depths of the sea.
Strange and irrational man that I am, I am inclined to be skeptical that God grants blessings for the act of aborting children or for those who applaud such actions in the name of some amorphous abstract liberty. It is more likely that God imputes a curse -- both naturally and spiritually -- to those who feel a smug political justification for parading selective abortion as a civil right. The same curse goes for those physicians who have violated their Hippocratic Oath and have not merely failed to "Do no Harm," but who have made a good living doing or supporting the unspeakable day-in and day-out: searing their consciences in the bargain while reminding themselves that the quivering mass was the biological equivalent of an abscessed tooth.
For those women who must live with their decisions, perhaps they may catch their breath and one day grieve and repent of their loss. If not, the whole nasty business may all get chalked up to "a lesson learned" or "just one of those bad days when you have a drink and forget." As for the child, all innocent and beautiful beings proceed back to the Father of Lights in whom no shadow resides. But rest assured all the same: a judgment will be cast, and millstones will be hung.
"Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter." Any society that has inverted the natural moral order of the God-ordained universe will pay a hefty price: both in this world and the next. For any president who would participate and applaud an institution responsible for the destruction of millions of little lives and then invoke the Creator's consecration, we must ask a fundamental question -- Is this god Moloch or Ba'al?
Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca. and blogs as The Eloquent Professor at www.palookavillepost.com. He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.