If Everything on the Internet is There Forever, Where the Heck is My Last Post?

I hate it when I write something amazing and it get flushed down the crapper.


To The Woman Who Wishes She’d Been Aborted: STOP!

I came across an article today at guardian.co.uk by Lynn Beisner entitled “I wish my mother had aborted me.”

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/aug/15/i-wish-my-mother-aborted-me ]

I decided to read it because it described how this woman would have gladly sacrificed her own existence so that her mother would have had a better life. It’a a unique argument in favor of abortion (I should have been the victim, not Mom) so I thought it was worth the time.

Beisner starts by admitting that the stories of people who should have been aborted but weren’t “makes me see red.” She finds these stories “offensive” and “infuriating” and derides them as a kind of “emotional blackmail.” Bing Dictionary describes emotional blackmail as

“persuasion using sympathy or guilt: the stirring up of uncomfortable feelings in somebody, especially sympathy or guilt, in order to persuade that person to do something”
My question to Beisner is this: if you believe so strongly in abortion, why do you have any feelings of discomfort? Why does this “emotional blackmail” wound you so deeply?
Beisner then goes on to draw a rational line between her argument “I should have been aborted” and the angst-driven argument “I wish I had never been born.” She wants to end a myth that women who choose to save the life of their child are heroes; wanting to fight the fairytales not with statistics but with the argument “I love my life, but I wish my mother had aborted me.” But by ignoring the arguments of emotion and the statistics of reality, Beisner has chosen to support the view she avows to see as most logical.
Beisner’s “rational” claim in favor of her own abortion is that her mother would have been better off in a world of possibilities. You see, her mom might have finished high school and gone to college. Her mom would likely have studied psychology or feminism, two subjects that obviously would not only have enlightened her but made her into a more competent parent. Rather than being the victim of a poverty-inducing child, her mother might have experienced the  same socioeconomic status of her professor parents and grand parents. Oh, the rapture! Oh, the baloney!
The problem with possiblility-driven futures is that they lie nearly entirely in the realm of fantasy. That makes for wonderful literature, not history; it is a total fiction, not biography. We can engage in just the same sort of imagining – maybe Beisner’s mom got out of bed every day because she had a daughter to worry about; maybe Beisner’s mom thought raising a child was more important than a formal education; maybe Beisner’s mom knew that the salary and prestige that come with professorships do not guarantee a happy life. Maybe’s or might’s – both as likely or possible – both as tenuous in truth.
When you do look at the biographical information that Beisner provides, it does seem that her mother has had a great deal of trauma and pain in her life. That is painful for her and those that know her. However, what starts with the retelling of pieces of injury and violence in her mother’s life, ends with Beisner’s list of deficits in her own childhood: no sleep-overs, no cell phone, no dinners at restaurants, no radio or television, no jeans. Poor thing, how did she ever survive?
By her own admission, even despite the horrors that she faced in her own childhood, she survived just fine. She’s got a life and family she loves (or so she says), but nobody should have to put forth such “Herculean struggle for simple normalcy.” Newsflash! Normal is not simple. Normal takes work, planning, strategy and even some luck. Normal doesn’t just happen. Normal gets up early in the morning and burns the midnight oil. Normal puts aside wants that demand quick satisfaction for needs that require long-term attention. Normal asks for nothing more than to deal with the troubles and trevails of life with dignity and hope and faith.
If anything, Beisen’s “Herculean struggle” should give her a greater appreciation for a happy and successful life. She is a wife, parent, teacher and researcher, but thinks that her life has been a “net loss” when compared to the inputs she has received from the world. She states “…Any positive contributions that I have made are completely offset by what it has cost society to help me overcome the disadvantages and injuries of my childhood to become a functional and contributing member of society.” How does she measure her worth to her children, her family, her students, her coworkers? How does she meausure the cost to society?
We’re not all given the abilities or means to be DaVinci’s or Einstein’s, Kolpe’s or Mother Teresa’s. We may not command armies or governments; we may not even command esteem from our fellow humans. But our worth is not measured in great accomplishments or good deeds, rather by appreciating the small accomplishments and simple deeds. That is normal. That is what gives life meaning and gives joy where there might be drudgery.
Beisen laments that her mother could not find the courage and selflessness to have an abortion. This is where her argument really falls apart, because Beisen’s mother did put her own interests aside to raise her daughter (the very definition of selflessness). Was the mother a perfect parent? No. (But who is?) Was she a good parent? I can’t say even that. However, Beisen did grow up to love others, to teach others and to work for the good of society. Something must have been right.
I can’t tell from the article if Beisen is full of herself, or just full of it. On the one hand, her rational arguments are illogical and she twists meanings of words to support her claims. On the emotional side, she sets herself up to be some sort of anti-hero/martyr who would gladly have saved her mother a lifetime of motherhood for a few moments of pain when she was nothing more than a “conglomeration of cells.” In one of the comments of the article, Beisen declares her mother to be one of the “saddest human beings” that she knows, and “so toxic” that she cannot support her mother emotionally. How sad for both of them, considering what they’ve been through together.
Most tellingly, in the same comment Beisen also informs readers that her husband, although very pro-choice, believes that he would be a miserable, lonely man without her. So she either put forth this argument knowing she was valued and loved, or takes some perverse enjoyment in punishing her mother for a less-than-ideal childhood. Either way the article was written surrepticiously to gather tributes of love and worthiness or accolades for her bravery and selflessness. This is the answer to her offense and infuriation – the guilt she feels for putting forth rhetoric that is dishonest.
(I’m going to address the whole poverty angle in another post. Stay tuned.)
The true answer to Beisner’s situation is not searching for fairness or even justice. Beisner needs to look at her life and recognize Evil for what it is and what it has done. She needs to look at her life and recognize how greatly the Lord has blessed her. Those two things would grant her some peace regarding the past she has survived and the present she is enjoying. And both Beisner and her mother would benefit from finding some forgiveness and understanding for past wrongs coupled with prayers for healing and peace. That is my prayer for their entire family.


Ace is right. It isn’t just enough to talk about Brett Kimberlin AKA ‘The Speedway Bomber’. Talk needs to be followed by action.

Ace has a few suggestions, and I really can’t improve on them. Please read them for yourselves.


It’s up to the People to get the ‘of, by & for’ into the Government. Don’t stand on the sidelines.


Now, I’m not going to pretend I know everything about the Bible, or even God or His plans for us, but I do think a great deal about how He created us and what He intended us to be.

We’re all sinful. Even if you don’t believe in God you can’t escape that fact. Even you can see that the world isn’t perfect. Far from it. For me as a Christian, it all started in the Garden of Eden. We were created by God in total perfection in His image. We were created with souls and free-will. We were made Man, a little lower than the angels.

Then along came Sin. It wasn’t biting the apple that was the sin, as God gave food for Man to enjoy. It was the choice to disobey God’s command – do not eat of the Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil – that separated us from God. No longer content to be His child and be protected by Him from Evil, Man chose the harder path of living in a sinful world.

But even though we are all sinners, I would postulate that there is a difference between being sinful and being evil. To be certain, all keep us from God and out of eternal fellowship with Him. Without Christ we’re all doomed. But I think there is a difference in the sins that we commit and live with every day…sins like lying, cursing, envy, and even adultery and killing. You see, most of the times those sins are committed by us as we live out our lives in our sinful nature. Our second nature, you might say. Most sins come so easy we don’t even think about committing them, we just do them and let the consequences fall where they may.

So where does Evil come into the equation? Evil, I believe, is in the longing to commit sin and focusing your life on it. Evil glories in the destruction and debasing of God’s Creation. Evil seeks to rip God’s image from our very souls and those souls around us. Evil is real and it is not dressed up in red sporting horns and a pitchfork. Evil is, just as God is.

However, Evil didn’t win. It has already been defeated by Christ’s death and resurrection. Until that final day of judgement, though, we are stuck living with it daily and tasked with combating it wherever and however we can. Jesus is the Truth and He is the Light of the World. So it is no surprise that the greatest weapons we have in fighting Evil are Truth and Sunshine. We have been given these tools to shine a light on Evil and expose it so the world can recognize it for what it really is.

Which finally brings me to the point of this post…I’ve been following some bloggers for the past year. I guess it started with the whole Anthony Wiener fiasco; it turned me into somewhat of a news junkie. But as I began reading the blogs and the comments, I became aware of a thing…a tone or undercurrent…that disturbed me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I knew I wasn’t the only one seeing it, as bloggers began making odd comments and certain names kept popping up.

Now, finally, the stories of the last year are coming together and beginning to make sense. To be sure, the story is scary and it would be much more comfortable to ignore it and focus on more fun things. But the time for turning away has passed, and the time for taking up our weapons of Truth and Sunshine is here. This is a battle folks, and one that will be fought around us and throughout our country and world, even if we do nothing. When Evil is ignored, it finds ways to creep into our lives and our cultures to the point we accept it as the ‘norm.’ When Evil is desperate, it attacks viciously and violently like a rabid animal. Evil has no friends, no favorites, only servants that for a while seem to prosper; in the end, Evil will devour even them.

Evil…I name thee ‘Brett Kimberlin.’ I cannot recount the many stories I have read about him over the last year, there are many. Plus I believe it is best to learn about this man in the words of the people he has attacked. Their stories will shock you, educate you, and hopefully awaken you to the kinds of things that are going on in this world…the things you won’t hear about in the media. Even if you disagree with everything said here or in the websites published below, be aware and be discerning. If you don’t stand against Evil, you are more likely to be its victim.

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Goats and geese are two of the most ornery barnyard species you’ll ever meet. (I would have included mules and donkeys, but I don’t have any of those right now.) However, they are honest with their regard and you never have to wonder where you stand with them.

I started this blog because I’m tired of hypocrisy and all of the ignorance and lies that go with it. There are too many people who are purposefully subverting our American culture and Christian values, or they are standing on the sidelines letting it happen. I feel like it is time to get in the ring. I want people to at least consider what is going on in our nation, even if they don’t want to act on it.

I’m keeping my name off of this blog for now. Hypocritical? Yes, it is. I just would like to spare some of my family and collegues from my acerbic tongue (or spare myself from their judgement) while I’m thinking things through. But at least I can be honest about my failings.

It’s said that sunshine is the best disinfectant. Goats and geese love sunshine. Let’s start cleaning.