Abortion. Ninety nine percent of the time it’s a lame solution. It’s a shame solution. In our me-me world, there are few consequences to personal actions in this culture. Our young people consider an accidental pregnancy an inconvenience, because the solution is an inconvenience. It costs money that could be better spent on clothes, drink, drugs, entertainment and all kinds of other rad stuff. It’s a lot of trouble to get your BFF to come with you to the clinic. And it’s not fun to have an intimate interlude with a vacuum tube(?).
There is another perspective that is a taboo subject. It trivializes the existence of life and the taking of same. Discussion of that termination is minimal at best. The act is described as trivial, and the aftermath touted as an inconvenient solution soon to be forgotten.
This readily accepted part of today’s social culture shines the light of reality on damn, stupid selfishness. Over a million babies are taken a year here in the U.S. How does that stack up against what our Muslim lunatic brothers do on a global basis?
I’m on this kick because of a recent column by the Tampa Times writer, John Romano. In the vein of state government expansion, he discussed the recently passed bill submitted by Rep. Julia Sullivan from Mt. Dora. The long and the short of this is the bill requires “women to show up for two separate doctor’s visits and endure a 24 hour waiting period before getting an abortion.” There’s a key code word for more pesky inconvenience . . .Endure!
Back to the taboo stuff. Suppose instead of two doctor’s lame-o meetings and the horrific wait of one full day, what if the state went the new age hi-tech route? It would probably cost less than the yet to be created bureaucracy to administer this farce, and it would be entertaining. Another code word for: “Isn’t my life a bitch?”
How about an interactive computer generated baby? Like the gigantic smiley infant in the current Ford commercials. The “victim” (of what?) would be ushered into a comfortable room with a sofa facing a theatre sized HD television screen on the opposite wall. The lights would dim. Space journey music would fill the room. Big Boy, the “larger than life” benevolent, infantile, soul introduces himself: “Good morning. I am the baby you carry with you today. Since I may be terminated in a few minutes I thought it would be nice to get to know one another and chat about today and what might have been. Feel free to ask me anything. After all, you’re my mom, aren’t you?
Big Boy and the victim could visit and talk about life and the victim’s future. Taking the victim on a one hour journey of “what ifs”. A family reunion of conjecture, if you will.
At the end of the computer episode the victim would receive a mocked up birth certificate, printed on toilet paper, for “The Inconvenience”. She’ll need it afterwards. She’d also get a gift packet from “Keep Florida Fresh” with an instruction book on what a condom is and how to use it; also detailed help on getting birth control pills along with a recorded reminder to take the damn things. Another one of those inconvenient consequences. And, she could leave the room, through a special door, and go directly to the abortion suite.
At the end of the procedure, she’d get a computer generated portrait of she and Big Boy standing in front of the Magic Kingdom.
Plain and simple, Republican office holders don’t like Latinos who live on islands. GOP congressmen are doing everything they can think of to torpedo Cuba’s entry into the 21st century. Funding bills and any legislation that remotely could apply to freeing Cuba are being “bagged” with riders to interdict that possibility. Polls with a south Florida focus indicate that majorities now speak to normalized relations and the lifting of the bully’s embargo on Cuba. Don’t trust Republicans, but God forbid we get Hilary, and the dems are hell bent, so far, about doing the right thing por Cuba Libre`.
Wish I Had Said That
Daniel Ruth’s Sunday column hit the nail on the head re: Jeb’s candidacy. Here are some of the high spots:
“It would seem the greatest obstacle between Bush and the Oval Office isn’t the expected dancing monkey arrival of Donald Trump, the GOP’s answer to Ronald McDonald. It is Bush himself. . .
“There has always been an air of entitlement wafting over Bush’s political career, as if he views himself as The Blue Boy of the Beltway. Much like all of the contenders for the Republican nomination – aside from insisting that public education is the cat’s pajamas – he has yet to articulate a raison d’etre for his pre-ordained candidacy beyond his status as a princeling of Kennebunkport.
“And yet . . .
“Considering the rest of the Republican field, which resembles Munchkinland meets Fox News, despite his shortcomings, his royal we-ness and his lordliness, Jeb Bush probably is the GOP’s best hope to prevail over likely Democratic presidential nominee Hilary Clinton, who has her own 800 pound box of black spots to lug around – and that’s just Bill.”
That’s a wrap! Enuff said.