Like you, there’s nothing the ThoughtMarauder enjoys more than a good laugh.
Remember the time we watched that show where a bunch of comedians told those hysterical jokes about the Holocaust ovens, the 9/11 attacks and the physically and mentally handicapped.
We didn’t think it was possible to find a topic even funnier than those, did we?
We were wrong 🙁
My sincerest thanks to Ms. Wolf for reminding us that there’s nothing funnier than Abortion comedy.
You will find no greater champion of Free Speech than me. It truly is one of the virtues that makes us the Greatest Nation on Earth – bar none.
And, because I, you, we, support this right, it means we must allow fellow Americans to express their views in whatever form they choose.
Ms. Wolf has chosen “comedy”? to express her views on abortion.
She is free to do so.
And I am free to think – and say – that this may be the most vile and repugnant thing it’s ever been my displeasure to watch.
Abortion is a terrible, tragic thing. I’m not going to dive into the politics or morality of it now, because that’s not the purpose of this post.
What I do want to address is the giant empty space in this woman’s body where a soul should be.
How does someone sit down and start brainstorming abortion jokes? Has she not seen the trashbags full of fetuses in various stages of development before they are tossed into the hazardous waste bin at her local abortion clinic (can you say Kermit Gosnell?)? Has she not spoken to any of the women who years after their abortions live lives of guilt and regret? Has she not spoken to any of the men who discovered after the fact that the child they helped create was aborted without their knowledge?
In a free society these are the things we must allow others to say – as it should be. But by speaking in such cavalier terms about something as precious as Life, she reveals a callousness about herself (and those that support her view) that leads down the troubled path of Eugenics, Euthanasia and Death Panels – because if it’s okay to extinguish Life at the beginning, why not end it in the middle or sometime near the end?
Where does it end?
I don’t know anything about Ms. Wolfs’ personal life. I don’t know if she has children of her own, or nieces and nephews – but I wonder how she feels when she holds an infant in her arms. Does she think they should be thrown away as conveniently – and with as little regard – as the trash from her Egg McMuffin?
Exit question: What is more disturbing? The person who creates and delivers this “comedy” or the people in the audience who laugh with her?