— WARNING: Straight talk about Planned Parenthood, Nazis and other noxious, malodorous things — absolutely not for the faint of heart —
In this post, we told you how there were, and are, monsters among us.
The law that Planned Parenthood obviously broke says that the remains of snuffed-out babies should be treated with just a teentsy-weentsy, tiny bit more respect than the initial cold, cruel snuffing out.
You allow people to kill “it.” But, then demand that the killers treat “it” with respect and reverence? Surely you’ll excuse society if they might find that just a tad confusing. Because that’s freakin’ insane!
It was the same question I posed when American soldiers were caught relieving themselves on the bodies of Taliban goons whom they had just killed. I suggested that those soldiers just treated the living Taliban fighters with the ultimate contempt — fighters who were trying to return the favor, I hasten to add — and The Yanks are supposed now to treat the bodies with solemn respect?
I further suggested that if you were to poll those now dead Taliban before they got on the ol’ express down elevator to their place in the lake of lava, to a man they would have said, “go ahead — piddle on me, but don’t kill me!” Martyrdom or no martyrdom. Islam or no islam.
I even further suggested that we should publicize the fact that we’re going to treat Taliban bodies in precisely the way that would guarantee, according to islamic belief, the victim’s trip straight to hell. It actually might be the ultimate kindness, by deterring other impressionable youngsters from joining the Taliban.
You don’t actually have to do it, to treat dead Taliban bodies with contempt… just say you’re going to. Then, you give the dead Taliban a Christian burial, so that he doesn’t actually go to hell. We should do this with ISIS fighters. Tell them we’re going to sprinkle the bodies with pig’s blood, and that we’re going to piddle on them before we bury them.
Then, when leftist nitwits in America whine and complain about it, as they inevitably will do, tell them where to go.
Back to the topic.
I imagine that most babies in the womb, even without having the words to express it, would have much the same feeling as the living Taliban fighters: “Don’t rip me apart, just treat me with some kind of disrespect, then go away.”
However, after being butchered, dismembered, crushed — whether in a “crunchy” way or not — and ripped apart, I suspect those same babies don’t then give one tiny hang what you do with their remains.
We live in a weird world, in which we discuss, over red wine and crumpets, the dismemberment of what are clearly living human children, and what their body parts will cost, and then we get all upset over what we do with those same mangled children.
To understand that this happens is to understand how it can be that your average Nazi concentration camp guard used to go home from a busy day of gassing Jewish men, women and children, then cry bitter tears over the news that the family dog has died.
In America we rip unborn babies apart, then howl and shriek that the people who suggest that maybe we shouldn’t rip unborn babies apart are somehow monsters, and oppressors, and cold, cruel people.
Cecile Richards — head of Planned Parenthood — spends each day presiding over an organization that rips babies apart for fun and profit, then goes home and weeps bitter tears over the passing of the family dog.
I’m reminded of what I read in a Mark Steyn essay somewhere: “Does 30 years of calling babies “blobs of tissue” have no effect on the culture?“(1)