Set the Irony to Wool

This past July 4th I went to City Park in our fair city to watch the works. If you remember, this was on the tails of the SCOTUS overturning Roe, and there was the compulsory clan of rabid, white, female protestors slinking amoebically through the crowds of families. After they felt like they made their point, they disassembled and meandered. A few stood nearby, so I went in for a conversation.

There were two women, college age, and a one male, a beta, hoping for all the world to get laid by either. They tossed the word ‘rights’ around like a dead canary, as they decried the loss of their choices and access to their bodies. At one point I said that the right to their own body does not include the right to kill the baby inside their body, as it was made in the image of God. 

You know when you are on the beach and there is that sucking quiet sound where the water rushes back to meet the power of the gathering wave? That was what preceded the barbaric guffaw of their laughter at the mentioned of God. Almost immediately they tumbled off into a tirade of “separation of church and state”, as if they were thrilled the conversation was going exactly as they had planned in the shower the night before. God! Can you believe it? What a rube! What a cornpone! 

Can you believe they were not interested in hearing my response? While these women were licking the wounds of an invented right being taken away and lamenting the destruction of our founding documents by an activist Supreme Court, it was obvious they had never read them. All this talk about rights, where do they come from? Well, it’s right there in the founding documents, plain as the cheese on a taco: 

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness

The Declaration of freakin’ Independence

These rights that these two women claimed with gusto are derived from the very God they are laughing at, and clearly cited in their source text. That kind of steamy irony will smooth the folds out of your brain.

Without God there ain’t no rights, only privileges, which are granted by man if he is feeling magnanimous and revoked if he ate a piece of underdone potato. To quote Professor Kirke, “Logic! Why don’t they teach logic at these schools?”