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Matt Walsh does the same thing I do when presented with a story about infanticide, only he does it better than I do.
I mean, if you're so staunchly pro-abortion that you support partial-birth abortions, how can you not give this woman a pass? Walsh very neatly defends that stance with pro-aborts' own arguments.
If you read the article he links, it turns out that the woman in question killed her babies shortly after giving birth to them--six, in total. What's the difference between this and a botched partial-birth abortion? Our sitting President supports euthanasia of the "post-birth fetus" in that sort of case. Why is this woman being persecuted? Because she didn't go to the right kind of school and have the right licenses to perform "late-term" abortions? Because she took care of the matter herself rather than pay a doctor to do it for her?
Walsh's post makes the same point (in better fashion) that I am always trying to make when one of these cases crops up: killing babies is wrong, and the timing of the murder makes no difference. You can't reasonably argue that infanticide is a medical procedure when performed in a clinic, but first-degree murder when undertaken at home.
The simple fact is that if this woman had gone to Kermit Gosnell at his worst and had her babies aborted (even mere hours before natural delivery was to have taken place) she wouldn't even be facing "conspiracy to commit" charges much less full-on Murder One. But because she handled the post-delivery abortions herself, she's a serial murderer. That is insane.
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Incidentally, I only just noticed that the murders Kermit Gosnell was convicted of committing apparently just materialized out of the ether. He's a murderer, but even though the women paid him to kill their babies, there was no conspiracy to commit murder. Under most circumstances, when you have a situation where John Doe is paid to kill someone, the person that paid John Doe is a conspirator and also in severe legal trouble, especially if someone else dies in the process. But because it's an abortion, there's no conspiracy, and the women are hapless victims of a predatory and unscrupulous abortion provider. Yeah.
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Michael Flynn talks about statistics and measurements in order to make a point about the Obama administration and its number-fudging.
The specific case here is about the census and Obamacare, because there's an election coming up and Obamacare has failed utterly at fulfilling its raison d'etre, getting more people on health insurance. (That the prime aim of Obamacare is not actually insuring more people is beyond the scope of this document.)
As always, a worthwhile read. Then again, this is the guy who wrote Firestar.
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Time for a palate cleanser!
Last night, before bed, somehow Mrs. Fungus found a "World's Strongest Man" competition from 1995 playing on one of the obscure sports rerun channels. One thing that amused us about it was the prevalence of the name "Magnus" among the contestants. That led me to this:
Referee: Sorry, if you can't toss the caber over the barrier you've got to leave.The "maritime-themed objects" thing came from one contest in the event where two men had to place progressivly heavier objects on top of a set of shelves: a bag of wet sand, a chest, a barrel, an anchor, and a length of anchor chain weighing some 1,000 lbs total. The announcer identified them as "maritime-themed objects", so, yeah.
R: Furthermore, you're going to have to stop calling yourself "Magnus". What's your given name?
C: Er, Philip, but--
R: Very well, Philip; you may leave.
C: But what about my maritime-themed objects?
R: You can collect them at reception. Now, go away.
C: I want to be the world's strongest man!
R: Well, you can't.
The event also included a caber toss where the contestants had to go for height (getting the thing over a barrier) rather than distance, and for some inane reason the barrier was set a few steps into the ocean, so they had to wade into the water to throw the caber. Later, they were lifting a platform laden with people of some dark-skinned ethnicity or another ("All right, Magnus, now lift the brown-skinned people--there's a good lad.") but just a few feet.
The winner of the 1995 contest was an Icelander named--get this--Magnus ver Magnusson. Yeah.
In any case, Mrs. Fungus and I found the entire thing hilarious.
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As for me, I do have those chores to attend to...so I'm going to go attend to them.
And I'm taking my maritime-themed objects with me.