Archive for September, 2009

On second thought…

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

If you are of a heavily liberal leaning inclination, you may be deeply offended by this post. You have been warned.

Now before you read this article, keep in mind two things.

#1. I strongly disagree with Megan’s position on abortion.

#2. There are two PG-rated words in the article. There are also some other issues with the article, so you may want to be careful about showing it to children. (The article is linked to, but not included, here).

There, it has been disclaimed:

http://meganmcardle.theatlantic.com/archives/2009/06/the_war_on_the_war_on_abortion.php

Having said all that, this is a fairly even-handed, open-minded treatment of the subject… quite a bit more thoughtful than something I would normally expect to come from this quarter.  (I’m sorry for the horrible style… I am writing/riding on a lack of sleep.)  And I find it very interesting that Megan, had she been pro-life, would have been less tolerant of Dr. Tiller than the professor (from my last post on this topic) would have been. In fact, she has such a good argument for Tiller’s demise that I am tempted to come over to her side.

However, I’m not the least bit tempted by this statement: “Moreover, I don’t think many other people believe [abortion is] murder, either, for all that they profess to.  They mostly don’t, for example, want fourteen year old girls who have abortions hauled off to lengthy juvie terms.” Really? She knows what pro-lifers believe even better than they do? Let me tell you (since I am pro-life). No, I don’t want 14-year-old-girls being shipped off to juvenile hall for having abortions… I want them not to have the abortions in the first place. If juvenile hall serves as an adequate deterrent, then yes, send them! Because I do, in fact, consider abortion to be murder, and I would want anyone who committed that crime to be penalized for it.

Of course, you also have to ask yourself who should take the fall for this crime… the doctors, or their victims (the mothers who they deceive)? How easy would it be for abortion doctors to fool them into undertaking this horrific, traumatizing experience if the mothers knew someone who had received a murder penalty for getting an abortion?

Think about it.

Raymond on Mysticism and Faith

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

“The mode of the religious is faith. The mode of the mystic is experience. We do not enact rituals and promulgate dogmas to express our `faith’ that the sun rises in the east, because it is a fact of experience. No more does a true shaman or mystic invest faith in the god(s) he or she invokes; they too are facts of experience. The elevation of `faith’ is, in fact, a sign that a religious tradition is losing its ability to induce theophany, or has already lost it.” – Eric Raymond, 3rd Degree Wiccan

I guess I always knew I was a Christian mystic, and not a member of some dead religion. Funny though… his description of “faith” and “dogma” applies to atheism, just as much as it applies to any other religion.

I was wrong

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

When I was young, I was so full of fear
I hid behind anger, held back the tears
It was me against the world, I was sure that I’d win
The world fought back, punished me for my sins
I felt so alone, so insecure, I blamed you instead and made sure I was heard

And they tried to warn me of my evil ways
But I couldn’t hear what they had to say

I was wrong, self destruction’s got me again
I was wrong, I realized now that I was wrong
And I think about my loves, well I’ve had a few
I’m sorry that I hurt them, did I hurt you too
I took what I wanted, put my heart on the shelf
How can ya love me when you don’t love yourself

It was me against the world, I was sure that I’d win
The world fought back, punished me for my sins
And they tried to warn me of my evil ways
But I couldn’t hear what they had to say

I grew up fast, I grew up hard
something was wrong from the very start
I was fighting everybody, I was fighting everything
but the only one that I hurt was me
I got society’s blood running down my face
Somebody help me get outta this place
How could someone’s bad luck last so long
until I realized that I was wrong

– Social Distortion