Just Give Me a Reason, Baby

Why do we do the things we do? Obviously, we have reasons of the heart, reasons of the pocketbook, and reason of the mind. The big Reason. Former Clinton slimeball Robert Reich wrote a book about how reason was on the side of the Demogogues, I mean Democrats. He calls his enemies Radcons, apparently short for radical conservatives. I don't know how he gets dressed in the morning if he doesn't know that the words "radical" and "conservative" are antonyms. Saying someone is a radical conservative is like calling someone a brilliant idiot. Radcons believe all kinds of horrible things. Oppose abortion? If you do you're not using reason. What kind of reason leads one to the conclusion that a twenty week fetus, having all the brain and nerve cells it will ever, in its whole lifetime possess, deserves no legal protection? It must be George Carlin reason: "Which do you want to F__k, a woman or a fetus?" It is, to be sure, reason generated by the testes. Why is empathy unreasonable?

Law as an Excuse

Reading today about William the Conquerer, I came upon a quote from a contemporary who remarked,

As men spake more of right law, so men did more unlaw.

Indeed, this is how law functions today. People look for creative excuses for the "right" to things which properly speaking, aren't rights at all. Real rights come from our relationships with others. I defend the people with whom I live. My children have a right to be housed and fed, not because of some abstraction, but because they are my children. My parents have the right to live comfortably in old age because I owe it to them.

This is worlds away from the "rights" language of today. I have a right to abort my baby. I have a right to live as a libertine. What relationship gives one such a right? These aren't rights at all- - they are statements of legal permission.

Terri Schiavo

This is my first experience in blogging, so (as they say), pardon the dust. Most of the figurative dust comes from the media. They deny they have an agenda, but they offer only one side of the Schiavo tragedy. They act as though the future of the euthanasia movement is more important than the right of Terri Schiavo to live her sad life with whatever love her real family (and I'm not talking about her inbred, selfish husband) can give her. When they made the movie Soylent Green in the early 70's, euthanasia was a room with pretty movies and a soothing death featuring calming music. Euthanasia today is apparently starvation and a morphine drip. God forbid this happen again.