May his days be few; may another take his office!
And all God’s people said . . . .
Last week, I opined that we had been robbed by The Dread Pirate Roberts. If that’s not bad enough, Patrick Archbold, who writes for my favorite blog Creative Minority Report says it’s worser than I thought:
If reports are to be believed, the Chief Justice Roberts decision just went from worse to worser.
CBS reports that not only did Roberts change his vote on the healthcare mandate from overturning
to upholding, he did so for fear of the liberal media.
Roberts’ change of heart was driven by left-wing media anger around the possibility that the law would be overturned. Roberts reads the papers, and is very concerned about the Court’s image.
So the Chief Justice knew the right thing to do but instead chose the easy thing to do.
Read the rest of his piece here.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d rather deal with a thief than a coward. But I have no stomach for a guy whose both.
If one more person tells me how important this election is because of making appointments to the Supreme Court, I am going to put them in immediate need of Obamacare. Case in point: Chief Justice John “The Dread Pirate” Roberts.
Say goodbye to the Republic, baby.
Oh, and be sure and vote for your savior, Mitt Romney. After all, all the usual Republican suck-ups are shilling for him. And, Jay, you know who you are!
The biggest difference between Obama and Romney is that Obama has it floored on the road to hell; Romney has the accelerator only halfway mashed.
Romney has got to be the happiest guy in the country. He finally has a campaign point.
America doesn’t need to find jobs; it needs to find her soul. It ain’t the economy, it’s eternity.
END OF RANT
This is not Iran. This is not Saudi Arabia. This is Dearborn, Michigan.
A group of Christians are holding signs containing such incendiary rhetoric like “Trust Jesus” and “John 3:16”. This understandably drives the followers of Mohammed (may pig excrement forever be upon him) ape. Notice the mostly young crowd hurl bricks, bottles, milk crates and epithets.
Police blame the Christians and turn a blind eye to the riotous thugs and run the Christians out of town.
BEWARE: VULGAR LANGUAGE
Lots of people like to quote Proverbs 24:11 about rescuing those that need rescuing. But few actually do it when it will cost them something.
December 1938, Nicholas Winton, a 29-year-old London stockbroker, was about to leave for a skiing holiday in Switzerland, when he received a phone call from his friend Martin Blake asking him to cancel his holiday and immediately come to Prague: “I have a most interesting assignment and I need your help. Don’t bother bringing your skis.”When Winton arrived, he was asked to help in the camps, in which thousands of refugees were living in appalling conditions.
In October 1938, after the ill-fated Munich Agreement between Germany and the Western European powers, the Nazis annexed a large part of western Czechoslovakia, the Sudetenland. Winton was convinced that the German occupation of the rest of the country would soon follow. To him and many others, the outbreak of war seemed inevitable. The news of Kristallnacht, the bloody pogrom (violent attack) against German and Austrian Jews on the nights of November 9 and 10, 1938, had reached Prague. Winton decided to take steps.
Read the Nicholas Winton story here.
Abby Johnson is a convert to the prolife cause. She, who once directed a Planned Parenthood clinic in Texas, has seen the error of her ways. She, who once was on the dole of the largest abortion provider on the planet, now spends her time preaching the prolife message. She has become the darling of talk shows, has her own little blog, and is making her mark on the speaking circuit. Indeed, she has become a big fish in a small pond.
As part of my daily prayers for the end of abortion generally and the conversion of those in the abortion industry in particular, I welcome Abby and others to the pond. But shallow as that pond may be, Abby is in way over her head. But I’m just a little fish. What do I know?
Now I’m anticipating accusatory cries that I am lacking charity. I certainly don’t intend that transgression. But we live in an Idol culture that presumes that a celebrity speaks as an oracle of God by an ex officio authority conferred by virtue of their celebrity.
Abby is young and zealous, which is both refreshing and welcome. Apparently Abby lacks some gray-haired mentor who will encourage her in her faith and help direct her in her mission to right some of the wrongs she has rightly admitted. At the same time that mentor should charitably whisper in her ear, “Abby, shut up. You’re going to embarrass yourself.”
Case in point: Recently, Abby took to her blog and expressed her “vehement” opposition to the death penalty. In one short piece she fails to understand several distinctions: between forgiveness and consequences; between feelings and facts; between temporal and eternal; and, between personal and jurisprudential.
First, Abby opines about a few sinners, including herself, who have been forgiven abundantly even more than is deserved. I don’t want to be too picky here, but words mean things (at least they used to, but that was before Facebook), but no forgiveness is deserved. None. Nada. Zilch. If it is deserved, then grace and mercy are nothing more than a little artificially sweetened icing on the whole salvation cake.
In short, God doesn’t owe us diddly. It is only by His unmerited favor, His Grace, His Mercy, that I draw my next breath.
Paul described himself as the chief of all sinners. Indeed, he persecuted men, women, and children under the color of law. Echoing Paul’s words for myself, my daily confession includes, “I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts, in my words, what I have done, and what I have failed to do . . . .” But I don’t deserve God’s forgiveness. Any of it. At all. Which is why that prayer concludes with, “Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord have mercy.”
Second, Abby is very jurisprudentially confused. Jesus taught us that if we want to be forgiven, we better be forgiving. That is the personal. We should forgive for a variety of reasons, but among them is that we have been forgiven and we want to be forgiven.
Notwithstanding the current state of American Jurisprudence, the courtroom is not about feelings. It’s about justice. Holy Scriptures are replete with directions, examples, and admonitions in both the Old and New Testaments with the demands of justice. Especially in cases of murder.
Abby articulates her own conversion – the reality and sincerity of which is not in question – and then seeks exoneration because of that conversion.
Ummm, Abby, that’s not the way it works. Jailhouse conversions are so commonplace, they are largely ignored. Imagine this courtroom scene:
Yo, your honor, you should let me go because I did all the things I’m accused of, but I found Jesus and, like, He’s my main dude now, so you can go ahead and cut me loose. We’re cool. See you at the super-fun rock band church. Right?
When I filled out my law school applications a few decades ago, there was a question that asked why I wanted to go to law school. My answer was indelicately truthful and succinct: Abortion is going to be outlawed in my lifetime and we are going to have our own Nuremberg-like tribunals for those who participated. I want to be the prosecuting attorney.
Some years later I was on a television program with O.J. Simpson lawyer, Johnnie Cochran (in fairness, Mr. Cochran has since moved on to another jurisdiction and undoubtedly has a different view now). I was being interviewed because of some abortion clinic violence and the fact that I’ve represented a number of individuals who have opted to close abortion clinics in more of a – how do you say – spectacular fashion.
While I remain steadfastly opposed to violence, far be it from me to impose my morality on others. But I digress.
Among other discussions, Mr. Cochran and I had the following exchange:
Cochran: Mr. Hirsh, do you think these acts of violence against abortion providers will continue?
Hirsh: Well, Mr. Cochran, one need not be too much a student of history to see that the answer to that question is yes. In fact, this is, in my opinion, the second most dangerous time in history to be in the abortion business.
Cochran: Second most dangerous? When is the first most dangerous?
Hirsh: When abortion is made illegal and I am the prosecuting attorney in the Crimes Against Humanity tribunals that will be held afterward.
Cochran: Are you kidding?
Hirsh: Do I look like I’m kidding?
Strangely, some people choke on concept of trials for individuals and organizations (are you listening, Planned Parenthood?) that have actively participated in the largest holocaust the world have ever witnessed. The precedent for such proceedings is clear.
Despite the best efforts of modern government education, many are at least vaguely familiar with the trials of the Major War Criminals in Nuremberg following World War II. Depending on the severity of the offense, Nazi leaders were punished for their crimes with sentences ranging from prison to execution.
At the trial of the major war criminals, Chief Prosecutor Robert Jackson (who was later a U.S. Supreme Court Justice) observed:
The ultimate step . . . is to make statesmen responsible to law. And let me make clear that while this law is first applied against German aggressors, the law includes . . . other nations, including those which sit here now in judgment. We are able to do away with domestic tyranny and violence and aggression by those in power against the rights of their own people only when we make all men answerable to the law. This trial represents mankind’s desperate effort to apply the discipline of the law to statesmen who have used their powers of state to attack the foundations of the world’s peace and to commit aggressions against the rights of their neighbors.
What has been lost in much of the American consciousness is the fact that following the Trial of the Major War Criminals, there were a series of twelve additional trials held at the Palace of Justice in Nuremberg and presided over by the United States. The third of those trials was called the Justice Case. In it, members of the German judiciary were taken to task for their abuses from the bench.
Judges became the judged. Four of the fourteen defendants were acquitted. The remainder received sentences ranging from five years to life imprisonment.
Of particular historical interest is that the eighth of the twelve trials at Nuremberg was the RuSHA Case, which was referred to as the “Abortion Case.” That trial commenced on July 1, 1947. Fourteen individuals were indicted by the Nuremberg Military Tribunal for their respective roles in the Nazi program of forced abortion. In that trial, members of the agency responsible for implementing “laws” were tried for extermination of unborn children.
The indictment charged the defendants with carrying out a “systematic program of genocide, aimed at the destruction of foreign nations and ethnic groups . . . by murderous exterminations.” It’s a page straight out of Margaret Sanger’s playbook.
One memo from Heinrich Himmler’s office directed that Polish women with unfavorable racial examinations “be made to consent.” On February 18, 1944, the directors of the German Office of Race and Resettlement (RuSHA) issued a letter directing:
As you know, racially substandard offspring of Eastern workers and Poles is to be avoided, if at all possible. Although pregnancy interruptions ought to be carried out on a voluntary basis only, pressure is to be applied in each of these cases.
While the Defendants maintained that all abortions were voluntary, the prosecution responded:
every pregnancy had to be reported to the dreaded Gestapo. The suggestion of an abortion by that organization did not invite argument from Polish and Russian women . . . . even if it be assumed that all abortions were voluntary, they still constitute a crime.
Although crimes against the workers themselves were part of the indictment, an extract from the prosecution’s closing brief reveals another reason these Defendants were charged:
Abortions were prohibited in Germany . . . . After the Nazis came to power this law was enforced with great severity. Abortions were also prohibited under the Polish Penal Code . . . . But protection of the law was denied to the unborn children of the Russian and Polish women in Nazi Germany. Abortions were encouraged and even forced on these women. (emphasis added).
Even if all the abortions were voluntary, as the Defendants asserted, their actions were considered criminal, a “murderous extermination,” against the rights of unborn children.
On March 10, 1948, all but one of the Defendants were convicted and sentenced by the Tribunal to prison for terms ranging from credit for time served to life imprisonment.
It seems that Abby’s self-proclaimed “vehement” opposition to the death penalty in general is predicated on the implications of the death penalty to those who work in the abortion industry, including her, and; secondly, that those so implicated would be denied an opportunity to repent and experience the Grace of God. On this second point, nothing is further from the truth.
Repeatedly throughout Holy Scripture we are exhorted to consider the end of our lives as a aid to repentance and holiness. One of the reasons any of us sins is we deceive ourselves into thinking that we “got away with it.” We think we are smarter than the previous fool who got caught. But nothing gives a soul the opportunity to reflect and repent than the awareness of our own mortality. Sometimes that opportunity mercifully comes by cancer, by old age, and, yes, by time on death row.
It is the ultimate expression of eternal cruelty to deny a person the opportunity to repent. What the sinner (be it me, Abby Johnson, or some lesser sinner) does with that opportunity is between God and them.
Though it may not be on the same order of magnitude, those who parade Miss Johnson around as anything other than a novice, do her and the prolife movement a great disservice.
Abby Johnson, my sister in Christ, welcome. Now please be quiet.
The late Father John Harden, S.J. once observed that we live in a sex-intoxicated society. Even an individual with even trace amounts of testosterone in his system would be hard pressed to deny the veracity of this statement. We are assaulted on all sides by the denigrating of human sexuality in billboards, magazines, and all manner of media. One could scarcely find a television program or a movie that didn’t glorify some perversion of the marital embrace.
It is, indeed, a jungle out there. And even the best-intentioned man out there has to be ever vigilant lest he too fall victim to the myriad of lies that abound. The writer of Proverbs warns us clearly that “sin is pleasant for a season, but afterward it is as bitter as wormwood.” And there is always an afterward.
Maybe Jesus knew what he was talking about when he said:
Enter ye in by the narrow gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many are they that enter in thereby. For narrow is the gate, and straitened the way, that leadeth unto life, and few are they that find it.
Abortophiles promise to “empower” women by dismembering their unborn children. While this promise is manifestly a lie, we have yet to discover the depths of the bondage that this barbarism has ensnared the fairer sex. But one snapshot of this holocaust portrays women as being perpetually in heat and emasculated, opportunistic, and abusive men oblige them with all the romance normally reserved for a pin cushion – and that only in the absence of some less obligating orifice.
And to this outrage we add the rising tide of Islam, which is sodomitic, pedophilic, and necrophilic to its core. Exaggeration, you say? Look at the Koran. Look at the life of Mohammed (may pig excrement forever be upon him). Look at the legislation emanating from those countries that would bring sharia upon us all, where “farewell sex” (the practice of a husband penetrating the corpse of his recently deceased wife). Or as they say in Arabic, one for the road.
Couple these, if you’ll forgive the pun, with the rise of what can only be described as demonic activity among us. Exaggeration, you say? To what, then, would you attribute the growing reports of naked men chewing the face off another naked man, on a city street, in broad daylight, growling at the confronting police officer, who only stops after that police officer empties his high capacity magazine into the attacker’s chest?
Can we even be a little bit surprised at the rampant pedophilia among us? When the marital embrace is divorced from, well, marriage – between one man and one woman for life – is there any prohibition, any restraint, any denial of animalistic urge that is nothing more than committing the unpardonable sin of “imposing your morality” on someone else?
Former Penn State assistant football coach Jerry Sandusky is currently on trial for his child rape of a dozen or so victims over a span of years. Most notable of those assaults, is the one witnessed by another male staff member of the Penn State athletic department. He claims to have watched Sandusky raping a boy in the locker room. Rather than putting a forty caliber hole in Sandusky’s head, or cratering his skull with a cinder block or a two-by-four, or beating the living crap out of him with his fists, he ran.
He ran like a girl!
That child’s blood (and that of all of Sandusky’s subsequent victims) is not only on Sandusky’s head, but on that gutless, nutless wonder on the payroll. He was (apparently) the only other adult who could have intervened. Instead he abandoned a child who was actively being attacked.
Just this week a father in Texas walked into his own home and witnessed one of his employees molesting his four year old daughter. The father stopped the attack and with his bare hands beat the attacker to death before he could do more harm. No taxpayer money. No trial. Case closed. Child saved. Move along citizens, there’s nothing to see here.
The call to Christian Fatherhood includes guarding ourselves from the barrage of temptations. We are also called to protect our wives and our children. For these tasks, the Sacraments are indispensable. While guarding their spiritual well being is paramount, it can not be separated from protecting them physically.
P.S. This Sunday is Father’s Day. Call your Dad and tell him you love him. I wish I could call mine.