Dobbs v. Jackson Womens Health …Roe v. Wade OVERTURNED! Praise God!

The Roe decision was bad. I’ve said it was a bad decision for ages and now finally the supreme Court has reversed it as well as Casey and the States can once more regulate their own affairs on this issue.

If you haven’t read the opinion of the Court, and you think they did the wrong thing, then you are an ignoramus and you are wrong.

My position on abortion is already a matter of record.

If that’s not enough of a hot take for you, feel free to peruse my previous take on Adoption

I’m sorry for your cat, baby.

That was the sweetest cat I ever knew. She may have had potty issues but other than that, she really was the best. I’m sorry I’m not there for you. I’m here, though. You know how to get a hold of me, if you want me.

You know I love you and I’ll be prayin’ extra prayers for you just now. I already did. Good thing my desk is in a hole or people would see me crying for your hurting right now. Everybody has sniffles in central Texas though. I told my manager I might have to dip out and be with family but . . . well . . .

The Fear of the Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom

~ or, Children Should Be Afraid of Their Fathers ~ 2004.06.14

Fear is fear. Fear is not equal to respect. Fear is not the equivalent of respect. Some folks will tell you that the fear of the Lord is intended to mean respect, reverence, honour for the Lord. I am here to tell you it is not. Fear in this context, means fear.

Now my children (#1 especially, 3 years old at the time of writing) don’t respect me. They don’t know what respect is, much less understand it, much less have it for me. But my children fear me, and this is proper; and let me tell you why.

Because their fear is the beginning of wisdom. Now my kids are too young to understand that they ought not to do something because it is wrong. They don’t care that we will be disappointed in them if they let us down. But my girl knows that if she does something she is not supposed to do, it is going to hurt when daddy hears about it. She is afraid of the consequence, and so she behaves (usually) appropriately. At this point I don’t expect reverence from her – that should come later. Right now what I want is simple obedience, which is brought on by her fear.  This is the beginning of wisdom.

How many of you by show of hands have never used a table saw? Of those of you who have never used one, how many of you do not know that a table saw is  dangerous? So. We know that if we touch that spinning blade it will hurt us. We fear that blade. I have used table saws. I have used bandsaws, routers, drill presses etc. and I have a very healthy respect for them now. I do what I should do now because I respect the danger. Now I am not afraid and I know the proper mitigation techniques. But when I was young I did what I had to do very carefully and minded my thoughts and my fingers with utmost caution; and this was the beginning of my wisdom when it comes to power tools.

But wherein should we fear the Lord? Doesn’t He love us and care for us, and actively seek the good of those that love Him?  Yes. But before you respect Him and live daily as He would have you to do, you need to FEAR the Lord. Why? Because only God can send you to Hell. Displease me and I might not talk to you – might even give it to you right in the kisser. Displease God and He just might condemn you to the lake of fire forever; You will be forever burning but never burned up. Always dying and in torments but never dead. Always suffering. Fear the one who can do all this to you forever. Fear God. This is the beginning of wisdom.

A Victory for Human Rights in India!

It has been declared by their highest court that sex with a child, even a child bride, is always rape.  You may not see this on the nightly news but I wanted to celebrate it, so h’yer it is.

https://www.globalcitizen.org/en/content/india-child-marriage-rape-court-outlawed/

This flies in the face of a religion whose founder/”prophet” married a girl whose age could be counted on the fingers of both hands.  Good.

Shame on you, New York.

The State of New York just passed a bill into law. In the Senate, it passed to a prolonged standing ovation.  The bill

  • removes protection for infants born alive
  • allows abortions in the third trimester, including
  • allows abortion up to the due date
  • permits non-physicians to perform abortion procedures.

This is not about protecting the health of a mother.  Not up to your due date and some jackass with a coat hanger kills the baby.  This is 100% about convenience-murder.  ‘member when people used to argue that abortion procedures should be legal so the thing could be done safely by a doctor? Pepe farm members.

http://gothamist.com/2019/01/23/reproductive_health_act_ny.php

And then, not to be outdone, in Virginia they are talking about a bill which has the support of the Governor, which allows murder of a child which has been delivered and is alive on her own.  Legislation is morality written down.  The States of New York and Virginia have lost their moral compasses.

https://www.independentsentinel.com/va-governors-view-of-aborting-babies-born-alive-will-blow-your-mind/

It looks like it’s time to remind everyone of some first principles

What is your obligation?

If you hear that someone is kidnapping and torturing children on a routine basis, what is your obligation? The police refuse to step in, and you live nearby to where this is happening.  Are you not obliged to help the poor dear children by any means necessary, including violence at the risk of your own life?

So when we have leftarded useful idiots with hyperbolic rhetoric on the television, radio and social media channels . . . when we have elected officials, even Congresscritters, saying this must be handled by people confronting public officials in person . . . what will be the inevitable result?

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This is the current story-of-the-week. The press corps is agitating for people to be upset about things Donald Trump himself, personally is doing to these children. This is preferable to you hearing about all the good news coming from all over the world as a result of the actions of Don J. Trump. Look here, it’s outrageous! Nevermind:

  • B.H. Obama was President when the exact same things were going on
  • the only people separated from their children are the ones who intentionally come illegally (vs. the regular way of applying for assylum at a legal point of entry)
  • some of the “parents” are kidnappers and/or child sex traffickers; some of them are also human smugglers
  • the vast majority of “children” in federal custody came here unaccompanied, including e.g. a 4 year-old with his mom’s phone number (in Guatemala or wherever) in magic marker on his shirt…including a 12 year-old girl who was sent with the “plan B” pill because the parents knew she would be raped as a regular part of the journey
  • Mexico could give these “assylum seeking migrants” assylum, if that’s what they were actually seeking
  • the “children” who are 14, 15, 16, and 17 years old in USA are considered grown-ass adults in South America, and many of them made the trek to USA to work for wages, not seeking refuge
  • this “family separation” business is all in accordance with established law and approved by the entire court system in USA

. . . no, never you mind all that. Be outraged specifically and only please at the Trump administration for being literally worse than Hitler, tearing children from the arms of their parents and putting them in cages!

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What will be the inevitable result?  Someone is going to be killed. Mark my words, some borderline-insane leftist is going to supersize their news feed with self-selected hatred of this legitimate exercise of law enforcement, and go a’killing. It goes without saying that peoples’ lives will be ruined. 525 or so “protesters” were arrested for causing a disturbance at a federal building the other day. These people now have a criminal record.

Note that the politicians ginning up their useful idiots care zero percent what happens to them. The press corps, of course, is all for their arrests – they can get some more advertising revenue by covering the story they have almost caused to happen by their own efforts.

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Those 500 people were all women. Excuse me for being so sexist as to notice and to wonder: where are their husbands?

That’s My Little Girl

We are out of beans, chez VFD. I was digging through the pantry in astonishment, trying to find another can of beans. To date, I have never seen our pantry without a can of beans in it, waiting to be heated and eated.

VFD: (from inside the pantry) We’re out of beans?! That’s impossible!
#1: (on the couch, in the living room) That’s impossible!
VFD: You’re impossible!
#1: Your face is impossible!
VFD:  . . .

For the record, neither she, nor I, nor my face are impossible. But what may be impossible, is for her to have a long term relationship with a guy who isn’t VERY quick on his toes, in a verbal sparring contest. I think it can be stated with some authority, the love of sarcastic humor is well established in the latest generation of my bloodline.

Re: The Duggar Boy Naughtiness

It has been a junior-grade flapdoodle in the press for a few days, and it is time for the noise to stop.  Exactly one person knows exactly what happened.  Five other people know parts of what happened.  The parents and local law enforcement and health officials have an idea, as well.  You, you pornographer, have no idea and no business knowing what happened.

All you know is, more than half a lifetime agone, a barely-teenaged boy did something unacceptable to five girls.  A couple of them were his sisters.  The records which were previously unlooked-at have been destroyed in an excellent move by the local Police.  One assumes that this family which was maybe locally-famous for having a bunch of children but not-yet-at-the-time internationally famous (and wealthy) could probably not have gotten by with counseling if their boy raped five girls.  So somewhere between rape and a kiss on the cheek, you have something bad enough to talk to the Police and a head shrinker about, but not bad enough to incur Sex Offender status or a criminal record to speak of.

And you are freaking out.

Look, this has been dealt with.  If any of the other parents thought the dealing-with were inappropriate, surely they would have said so at the time.  You are only hearing freak-out about this in the news because YOU didn’t hear about this a couple of decades ago.  And you just can’t wait to hear the salacious details of what this handsome young man did to those girls.  Well you know what?

You don’t get details.

Its’ none of your business.  The local authorities at the time caused Justice to be served, and whatever personal issues you are projecting onto the Duggar family have nothing to do with this time of weakness in one boy’s life.  Or, if you insist on talking details:

You are a horrible person and a terrible gossip.

You want these “victims” to dredge up possibly hurtful, traumatic memories, just so you can see what happened to them.  This is the worst sort of voyeurism.  Shame on you.  If your imagination of what might have happened makes you not want to watch their show, don’t watch if it comes back on the air.  If it makes you want to not patronize the show’s sponsors, don’t.  But don’t you try and insist that people cause themselves mental harm just to satisfy your curiosity.

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The stuff that gets people on Registries these days, used to be called “normal boyish behavior” by the way.  Nobody thought %behavior% was sex assault, it was just not a great idea.  Parents gave lectures and/or licks and it was not to be done any more.  Everybody relax for a few minutes and try to think of a time when children were allowed to be children, and the occasional grabassery was treated as childish, rather than criminal.  And remember this particular case was dealt with YEARS ago by the people whose job it was to deal with it – and those people ain’t YOU!

Eulogium Ante Mortem

As I type this, #2 is out in the garden digging a hole.  VFDDawg #2 is on her way tonight.

When #1 was around kindergarten age, old enough to be trusted not to hurt the dog, she would take the little thing to her bedroom for hours.  They would keep each other company while #1 would read or color or play.  #1 would dress her in cute little dresses of her own design, and ridiculously large bows, also of her own design.  This chihuahua never uttered a protest.  She never was one to growl, never one to snap at a child even when being poked at and her tail pulled, etc.  Even when other dogs would come around, she would bark of course (that’s the Chihuahua way) but she would never bite.

Last year she started losing weight.  She started around nine and a half pounds at full size.  Then from about October last year she kept shrinking.  Skinnier and skinner she’d get but she’s always happy to see the family come home, always wagging the tail and turning little circles waiting to be petted.  Sometimes she runs with one of her rear feet up like it’s hurt (“trigger foot”), but they all do that.  Sometimes she would get closed in the door by a toddler and get half a baby aspirin for a while until she was better.  Sometimes she would poo in the house and nearly be killed on the spot by the mistress.  But she was always such a sweet dog.  She would be your favorite thing in the world, if your favorite thing  happened to be a small, black, fuzzy lap warmer that likes to be scratched on the head but please don’t touch her ears.

And she finally got skinny enough to take to the vet.  Four and a half pounds.  Blood testing showed liver failure.  The smallest steroid pills you ever saw, cut in half, to help with nausea so she would eat.  And she started eating again too – but not putting any weight back on.  You can tell which are her poops in the yard, because they’re almost gray.  Her ears are no-kidding falling apart.  It looks like scabies gone wild on the edges, with chunks missing and the top edge of the ear flap just a raw sore – but it doesn’t itch, stink, or hurt her.  Her liver can’t maintain her skin any more is all.  Her coat lost fur in spots along her spine, then on her hips, and then everywhere in little dry patches.  The skin can’t hold fur any more.  She used to be as strong as any other little rat-dog, and would stand on her hind legs to grab a treat.  But she stopped doing that.  Then sometimes she couldn’t step up six inches to clear the bottom of the door to come back into the house.  You set her down gently and she collapses until she deliberately collects her strength to stand again.  Then she’ll shake herself -not as hard as she used to do- and wag her tail like nothing.

Her spirits remain high through it all.  A happy dog.  Loves attention.  Loves to come around when DW and #1 are on the floor, and get tangled up in their long hair like it was catnip.

And her ribs are showing through her coat.  And her waist is smaller and smaller.  And she has to think about it for a moment before she can come inside from the back yard.  And she doesn’t have any appetite.

This morning she staggers and can’t exit her kennel.  She can’t step up 3″ to get on the patio.  She can barely stay up just to walk straight.

VFD: She’s going.  She’s going Tonight.
#1: Yer gonna kill her?
VFD: Look at her.  Is it a kindness, to let her be like that?
#1: No.